Psyrat

"Sty, take cover!"

"You gotta be kidding me, that grenade spewer won't do anytrhing unless you get them out of their hiding place."

"Yeah, about that... Psyrat, deploy advanced munitions on my mark, ten." Over in the corner of the archives, where the blood pact warriors were hunched down, a pair of eyes suddenly turned red, where a box, filled with blankets was shoved to the side.

"For feth's sake! I thought rats were illegal in storages, you got food and medicine in here sometimes?"

"Psyrat isn't a rat..." She smirked, as the creature the Munitorum had lent her as a last-ditch defense went to work, only slightly larger than a housecat or racoon. Its augmetics comically large, making the raccoon or rat nose that gave it its name appear proeminently,. It had four-inch blades for claws, in the arrangement most commonly found in cats, it used the cat's direct register gait, normally, but not now. For now it pounced, it was a wild black-footed cat from Terra that had been captured, the brutally modified organs, metal-reinforced limbs meant it was scything through the blood pact soldiers like chaff. Its instincts manipulated to make it think the large armed humans were its small prey, mostly the rats and voles that survived at the base of hive cities. It showed especially when it tried to body-slam a human, but the heavy metal limbs and ballast that it fought with now, meant they only outweighed it by fifteen kilos, deszpite the size difference. After three had been slain, they tried to run, directly into the grenades that Marsha had shot at them. "Psyrat, secure!" She walked over to Psyrat, and pet it on its head, causing it to purr.

"You just call him psyrat?"

"Hmm, never thought he needed a name anyways, he only comes when I call him in a 'weapons-free'. mode"

"Point, he sounds like a scruffy to me..."

"Scruffy?" She asked, skritching the cat's chin, who mewled.