Before him stood a woman clad in carapace armour. Her helmet descended steeply down onto her face, covering it. On her arms were ornate, golden power claws, with two stormbolters strapped to them. In her left hand she held a plasma pistol. The Tempestor Prime had come to save this stranger's life. [spoiler]I suggest reading her bio for information.[/spoiler] [i]"Lower your weapons. I am not your enemy on this day."[/i]