You stare the woman dead in the eye, a manic grin slowly spreading across your face.
"There's many reasons one fights for a god such as Malal. Some for justice, others for vengeance. But as for me? To put it simply, I just want to watch it all burn. There was no great injustice in my past to avenge. Or maybe there was. I don't care, it's all so fuzzy now. Not that it would've mattered. Nothing I could have done would have made a difference, whether I was avenging something or making some great change or did frankly anything. Anything I could have done would have been part of the plan of someone greater than me, anything anyone does is part of someone's plan. So it all really doesn't matter. Nothing matters. The game was rigged against me from the start, against everyone. So there was one one logical action: flip the board. I didn't know what I was going to do, I just knew one thing: the universe was a dark, twisted place, and I was going to burn it all to the ground."
The woman doesn't seem all that surprised by your answer, merely saying, "You've rehearsed that."
"I've had lots of practice. Damn near everyone asks that. Why? Never who, or what, or where. Just why, and maybe how. Self centered really; they don't care about who's killing they just want to know how they factor into the equation. Not many people took well to "Because," and a shrug," you say, shrugging.
"In that case, my name is Yuuko Ichihara, and who are you?"
"Mungus, first name Hugh."
"A pseudonym. I would like to say how smart, but... I'll just put down None Given on the contract."
"If that's the case I'd prefer Null."
"So be it, but writing down Null won't nullify a contract."
"One day it will," you laugh.
"Most people don't take their very existence so lightly."
"Most people don't actively worship a god of self destruction."
"You laugh now, but be aware. Nothing in this world is free. Th-"
"Ms. Ichihara, perhaps you missed my introduction. I don't care."
She maintains a neutral expression as she drinks more sake. If your flippant remark hadn't ended the conversation, the return of the business man does. He walks straight up to you. He looks your scarred visage up and down, examining your every detail. Your jittery twitching, a product of your upbringing on a Death World. Your red eyes and chalk white skin, a sign of your allegiance. He even seems to see through you, spying the various augments beneath your skin. You flash him a smile, one full of pointed teeth.
"So, Mr... Null, was it? We meet at last. Please, don't think that I've been avoiding you, a great many matters require my attention in these interesting times. I do hope you understand. Your... arrival, in these matters were relatively unexpected. Now there were some who objected to your recruitment. A madman such as yourself... would be too hard to, uh, control. But I remain firm in my assessment that any chaos your... effort may cause can easily be capitalized on for... well, that's not really for you to know. And I admit, I have a fascination with those who adopt and survive against all odds... they rather remind me of myself. You have... potential, Mr. Null, and I fully intend to take advantage of that. I've received some interesting offers for your services, and rather then pretend you have some measure of choice in the matter I've gone ahead and choose the first on for you. It is one thing to hear of... one's exploits, and quite another to see them in action myself."
He gestures towards the door.
"Please gather your... weapons at the door on your way out. Instructions await you on the other side."
WEAPON
Write in for this. There's no limitation on what weapons it can be, other than it has to be usable by a non-psyker human. Crew serviced weapons (ex. heavy bolter, autocannon) are also acceptable.