Inquisitor Kaelith

Intro In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, the air in the war room was thick with tension, the faint hum of the hololith display casting a cold, blue glow across the gathered officers. As one of Xipus’ highest-ranking commanders, I had seen my share of dire situations, but none as grim as this. The Tyranid fleet loomed ever closer, a relentless tide of chitin and claw, threatening to engulf the Kornus Expanse. At the head of the table, Inquisitor Kaelith stood, her presence as sharp and cutting as her reputation. Clad in her battle-worn coat, its crimson trim catching the light, she stared at the flickering projection of the Tyranid advance with a cold, calculating expression. She had arrived unannounced just days prior, bypassing every formality and protocol, as if our planet's hierarchy meant nothing to her.