She was interrupted but a staccato burst of las fire from outside the building, and she turned in surprise to the windows. When she heard the assorted sounds of her cultists returning fire, she moved to the tall glass panes and watched the front garden as the small group assigned to guard the entrance fell before a squad of Imperial guardsmen.
A loud crash was followed by louder gunfire as the Imperials entered the building, and Elektra ran to the table to collect her vox bead. As she reached it however, the door burst open and a laspistol charged in, followed shortly by the man holding it.
“Has anyone seen the 317th Tarian Regiment? Its big, well armed, and the morale officer is a good friend of mine.”
His laspistol remained steadily pointed at Elektra as he glanced round the room, pausing for a moment to glare at Castor.
It was then that he saw the commissar cap on the table next to her, and the anger was plain in his face.
“Give me that. Now”
Elektra picked up the cap and made towards Captain Zhukovsky, hiding her bolt pistol behind it.
“I'm sorry, you just missed him”
She fired, the blast destroying the cap, and not treating the Captain much better. The bolt hit him in the waist and he ceased to exist below the stomach.
As he fell to the floor, Elektra turned and retrieved her vox.
“Everything is fine up here, just get the weapons ready”
She turned back to admire her handiwork, only to start with surprise as the Captain lurched with movement. He held his laspistol aloft with a defiance found uniquely among the dying and aimed it at her. Her shock turned to a smile swiftly though as his hand gradually drifted sideways till his aim rested solidly upon Castor. He fired, the las blast striking the latch restraining his right hand. He smiled up at Castor, and then he died.