Editing Rhonwen (section)

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Rhonwen's past life is expunged, scraped away by psychic surgeons of Tricorn - yet this fact has long ceased to bother her. She is still idly curious as to the history of each lasgun-burn or jagged scar on her body, but many questions are answered by a line of marks on her collarbone and shoulder, an exact fit for a Merov-pattern injection rig. Whatever crime has brought her to the ranks of Penal Legion or what regiment she was part of, are the details she was not allowed to retain - but by this point she considers her crimes exonerated tenfold. She doubts there was a lot of good there anyway.

Occasionally, she is visited by images. Of violence and battle chaos and death often no farther than the length of a bayonet. Barked orders calling assault and the howl of artillery shells overhead. Rhon is used to brushing aside those annoying flashback, except maybe for one that is not so unwelcomed - the triumph and exhilaration of victory. But she much prefers recreating the feeling here and now. 

...But sometimes, something else comes unwarranted. It is the memory of bone-cracking chill and sticky wet heat. The steel walls, stained with blood. Blood of friends and comrades. She can hear their screams still, as if they were frozen in the air. She wanders endless corridors, empty but for the memories of death, alone. So similiar, yet so very distinct - she is once again the survivor, but now she envies the dead. 
It is the only memory that can rouse her at night, panting and covered in sweat, and keep her awake till the morning sun. And she knows the name of it. "Mara". And if this is but a fleeting echo of the memory, she's almost thankful to the Inquisition for expunging the rest. 

Memories could go, but she was not so ready to relinquish that who she was, though. After the cleansing, instead of remaining a "blank slate", she sort of "came back" in short order. It was not unusual for mind-cleansed to fall into the same behavioural and speech patterns, but not to become [i]almost[/i] themselves in under a week. Again, and then again, each time quicker and seemingly reinforced, getting rid of the chaff of doubts and uncertainties. 
Some called it a quirky mutation, anomaly of the brain. Others prepared to dub it the "Mara Phenomenon", with the intent to test in on others survivors of the incident. And at least one Interrogator, who commanded the stormtrooper squad she was placed in, commented: "that broad is too stubborn to die". 

Eventualy decreed to be a boon and a useful resource, rather than a moral threat, Rhonwen was recalled from the stormtroopers ranks - her relatively stable and well-adjusted personality could've nudged the decision in the right direction. She was subsequently placed in the general acolytes ranks, where she welcomed the opportunity to diversify her skills as well as savour the "civlian life". And, just maybe, she finaly had a hope to never again having to relearn her own name. 

Discarding the distinct hellgun, she adopted the armaments of a Malfian bounty-hunter, taking her time and cherishing the new-found opportunity to recreate the mementos of events that never were - or that she could not recall. As well as discovering something curious: how familiar the handle of a Bolo knife felt. 

On the day's agenda was the execution of a "grey warrant" - Inquisition could have used another agent in the Blood Guild. The target was a destitute noble and member of Missionaria Galaxia, one Deiad Bellair. When he first took cloth, there were some who naively thought Deiad intended to leave behind the decadent ways of Malfian nobility - until it has been discovered, that he brought many more as slaves to the flesh markets and Beast Houses, than he brought into the fold of the Imperial Creed. Rumour was, Cardinal Cal Sutai Arran himself was furious and wet himself in righteous indignation. 

Deiad was thought to have disappeared back into dark reaches of space before Frateris Militia and Adepta Sororitas could apprehend him, and even though Senate put a price on his head, Periphery was too far from Malfian sub-sector for most Bloodsworn to be interested in pursuit. Rhonwen unashamedly used inquisitorial contacts to discover, that this was not exactly the case. Old instincts awakened in the warrens under a Beast House secret arena, where she bloodied the blade on the Deiad's savage bodyguards, who worshipped him fearfully as the Emperor's own prophet. The man himself was not so much of a challenge. 

She didn't bothered to hide the amused smirk, while speaking the oath, the words ringing hollow to her - just as they were, no doubt, for most of the Bloodsworn. Yet, to her own surprise, that oath gave her a sense of identity and connection outside of the Inquisition, something she discovered to be yearning for. But where her masters were conserned, and thus much more importantly, the Charter opened a lot of doors for a cell of acolytes - and so Rhonwen made herself avaliable for further instructions.