1st Officer Sasha Kromisha

1st Officer Sasha Kromisha is a character from a homebrew campaign for Deathwatch and Rouge Trader.

Backstory

Born to one of the noble houses of Vostroyan, she was the firstborn and therefore offered up to the Imperium as a soldier. As she grew she began to express talent and interest in void travel and combat. This talent propelled her through the Naval Academy and quickly saw her through officer school. However, she was caught up in a scandle during her time in the Officer's Academy and was assigned a position on the Happenstance, an Imperial Naval vessel that had a history of mechanical failures and mysterious disappearances among its decks. It was an assignment where embarrassments and troublemakers were sent to be forgotten in time. Sasha moved quickly through the ranks to 1st Officer and second only to the Captain in all decisions aboard the vessel, circumventing the orders of the various groups on board.

Voyage of the Happenstance

On a routine travel to the Jericho Reach Sector, the Happenstance accepted five Astarties as passengers to transit to the Deathwatch Keep. Ordered by the Captain to receive their guests Sasha took the task begrudgingly. In a brief exchange with Davious from the Maverick Marines, Sasha became offended and her temper flared. Ordered by the Imperial Fist Draxes, the 1st Officer was to show Davious to an area in which he would be able to set up a makeshift forge. Though the Maverick Marine attempted to make amends he only worsened the situation when it was asked about an ancient looking pistol that was strapped to the 1st Officer's thigh. Taking her leave she returned to her duties telling Davious the final directions to the area designated he would be able to set up his forge. A month passed and few interactions with the Astaries ever took place or when they did it was always with Drexes who appeared to be in command of the misfit squad.

Sasha peered down at her reheated cup of caffeine and rationed meal. It was pitiful at best, but it was better and substantially more than what was given to the enlisted members of the crew. The doors to the mess hissed open drawing her gaze. The hulking figure of an Astarties clad in dark blue with red trimmed shoulders stalked in. Four servo arms protruded from his back, a stanch reminder that he was more machine than flesh. On his thighs sat two distinct black headed hammers with short handles only three to four times the breath of the armored gauntlet. In one hand he carried what appeared to be an ammo crate and the other - well, that didn't matter. She looked back down wishing that he would disappear. "You're a hard woman to find." The crate thudded into place at her table. Quick glances from the other officers gave way to hushed whispers of rumor and conspiracy.