Sophia followed the Battle Brothers, clad in a simple, brown robe worn over her suit of carapace armror. A massive- at least for an ordinary human standard- boltgun was slung over her shoulder, and by the look of it, it could be assumed that this weapon served the Inquisitor for a long time. Another weapon, a simple, robust revolver was strapped to her hip. And then there was a sword.
For all you could see and, it was an ordinary blade, one among the untold numbers of weapons forged for Emperor's service. And yet, in the way Sophia displayed it, in the way she wore it was something that made you believe that this particular sword was something much, much more.
She seemed as calm as the Astrates were, relaxed and prepared to meet whatever the Enemy Beyond could throw at her.
'There will be an end to the duty' she stated firmly. 'There will come a day when all is done, for better or for worse.'