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1. Arc: Heresy and Muffins [Chapter 1]
DIR By: muffin-heretic
Date: April 13, 2016, 2:51 am
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Heresy and Muffins, Chapter 1 - the end of the Sister
Looking up at the stars, I feel reasurance, that I have done
right. While getting soaked in my own Blood, mixxed with the
Blood of others, having this peace of mind seems weird.
If I think about, how just moments ago, I was with my Sisters,
in the middle of a fight with some heretics who, in pursuit of
power, managed to summon a Deamon, I feel bad for leaving my
other Sisters behind like this but I know they will be done with
him, swiftly and easily as always.
I am... used to be a member of the Sisters of Battle, nothing
extraordinarily special ammong my Sisters of the Order of Our
Martyred Lady. I won't beg for the forgiveness of Saint
Katherine, I know I'm unworthy of it, still I find solace in the
knowledge, that I have killed many enemies of the Imperium.
I can only hope, that uppon my soon comming death, my Sisters
will forgive me.
Some, I hope, will forgive.
Some, I hope, may not even know.
Some, I hope, may think I died at the hands of that heretic,
whatever his name was. I never cared enough about their names.
Now I feel bad about this. Who where the people I killed?
I remember my first one, it was a Murder Servitor, that went
rampage, that was back when I was a Acolyte. It was pure luck,
really. I was on my way, to learn with some Sisters, they where
hunting down a Techpriest who took it too far with his Machine
God and killed a few to many humans, I don't remember the
details but I never acctually met said Techpriest. Instead,
while searching for him, we encountered Servitors, almost all of
them aggressive.
We have been led to believe, that he was in a Workshop, that the
Techpriest once set up in a rural area of a low populated feral
world near the eatern fringe, It would be a popular planet, for
nearby Space Marines, I presume but it must have been very lowly
populated as we didn't see any humans.
Together with a Squad of Sisters, we disembarked a few
Kilometers away from the estimated place, where the Heretic
could have been. We did so, as to not alert him to our presence.
Of course, he wasn't dangerous for any of us, but the holy
Emperor may know, if he possessed means of getting away. As a
matter of fact, it's acctually likely, that by that time, he
still was on the Planet but simply not in were we expected him
to be.
We marched towards a hill, to assess the situation and maybe
point out his probably whereabouts. The Planet was mostly
Jungle, not very warm but the forest lay thick enough, to make
it hard, if we had to give chase also there was Metal-Junk
arround everywhere, a clear indicator of the Heretech.
On top of our hill, there where no high trees, so the taller and
more heavily armed sisters had to wait a few steps down the
hill, again, as to not raise awareness to our surroundings.
Surely, this wasn't the way we usually behaved, but this was
also meant to train me and some other young girls in the basics
of tactics and stealth.
The Heretic has been made out, smoke was highly visible above
the tree-cover, a dark smoke that must have come from running
engines and heresy.
The Three groups of Sisters, each of them with three sisters,
one with a flamer and two with bolters and chainswors started
aproaching the source of the dark smoke.
I was ordered to stay behind, together with some other Acolytes
and even one Novice girl. Her Name was Valentina Hostia, she and
I where the youngest so we stood together and talked. We had
fun, none of us took this very seriously, following the lead of
the older Sisters which didn't take it very seriously either.
They sat in the grass and talked about the Situation and how
foolish the Techpriest must have been, to make this whereabouts
this obvious.
Hostia and I, standing near the top of the hill discussed about
different weapons and what we hoped to accomplish. I showed her
some tricks, I could do, with a metal staff that I found in a
pile of rubble.
The Sister, that was left with us, stood with her back to us and
noticed the Servitor to late as it ripped Hostia appart on the
spot.
The Servitor then locked it's view onto the turning Sister, as
she readied her Bolter Pistol.
The Servitor which just a few moments ago, looked like a heap of
rubble was seemingly oblivious to my existence. I knew, as it
charged, that the Sister wouldn't have time to aim let alone
shoot, hell, I'm sure she simply didn't expect it, right behind
her.
I had the Metal Staff in my Hand, it was heavy, made of simple
Iron and pointy at one end.
I've been trained in varrious tactics of War.
I've learned ways to defend myself even without weapons.
I was a 12 year old killing machine.
And – most importantly in this situation - I knew, where the
pointy end goes, if you want to stick it into something.
So I rammed my oversized Toothpick into it's back.
It didn't go trough, it got stuck in some Metal inside of the
Servitors Body but my strike had enough force, to make it halt.
This gave me enough time, to Jump back, away from it.
And it was enough time, for my older Sister, to shoot it point
blank into the head. I'm pretty sure it didn't have a brain, but
knowing there Mechanicus with their Machine Spirit, I'm sure
they put something very important in there.
Also there wasn't much of a head left, those Bolters have force.
Now you may argue, that this wasn't really MY kill, but I like
to see it as it. Also, the other Sisters kind of handled it, as
if it was.
From that Point on, I became a full fledged Sister really fast.
I learned my way with Bolters almost right after but to this
day, I prefer chainblades and Flamers.
They have this up and personal thing about them, that really
draws me in.
My second kill was acctually more an execution and I wasn't
necessary for it. For me it was more of a ritual, to test my
first own chainblade, of which I was very proud.
I didn't think twice about who I was killing, it was a member of
some Imperial Regiment that didn't follow his Orders.
Back then, there was a skirmish with some criminals on a
Imperial Guards Hive World, it wasn't by intention, that my
Group got into the fight, we wanted to come and pay a visit to a
local cathedral to pray, afterwards we where to hold a holy mass
for the public. So in most, we – as in me and four other Sisters
where mainly to protect a priest, who was sent here. He has
heard of the ongoing problematics in the area and probably
thought that, getting the population to become more faithfull
would be a good strategy. He has had a certain Charisma so,
personally, I absolutly believed that this could've worked.
Right after we got off the aircraft, that got us into the city,
we witnessed a couple of Imperial Guardsmen, trying to escape
the city with a aircraft just next to ours. They dug their own
grave as at first, we didn't intend to do anything with them, we
weren't bothered and I didn't mind them fleeing, it was none of
my business.
One of them however made a pretty bad statement, in a loud
enough matter for us to hear.
"damn this Emperor, if he truly existed, he could put an end to
this mess of an Imperium, I just want these wars to be over and
get away from this ...this messed up place"
We stopped in our tracks, my fellow Sisters and I, looked trough
the greenish air, at the priest for orders. We didn't need them,
but we where told to abide his will. Clearly, he would have let
that pass as there was much worse on this world. My Sisters and
I although where furrious with anger that must have shown in our
faces. The Dust on the unclean, chiseled stone beneath us seemed
to wait for him. The Crowd arround us, which had already given
us a wide berth, fastened their pace and didn't look anywhere.
Four tall women with Flamers and Chainswords stand out, I guess.
The Clergyman in front of us, could have easily hidden his
presence in this massive layer of humans, he looked indecisive.
All the while the Guardsmen, still loading their luggage on the
carrier, where absolutly oblivious the the scene just a few
steps away from them and kept talking.
"Let's just hope to get away before anyone notices, nobody will
raise a finger once we are far enough away, have you seen the
thousands of Guardsmen there where? All giving their lives for
that useless pile of bones that ARE SUPPOSED to be somewhere in
this ****-ed up universe? As if I'd give a **** about that
rotten ***** of ****ecclesearcy ****-*******."
Poor Guardsman.
I don't remember his Name or the Date of when it happened but I
remember clear as day, that he didn't speak anymore. Before I
made him kneel down, before his General, he only looked at me
with sad eyes.
We took brought them to their superior, and where told to
execute them, in the presence of their Comrades. In the Square
Room, made of nothing but cold Stone, the voice of the Comissar,
who stood beside, blasted like a shotgun trough the silence of
the onstanding men and women of the Imperium, beeing silent like
always.
I wasn't glad, that I caught him. I didn't feel bad either. I
just felt, like it was the right thing to do, in the name of the
Imperium and the holy Emperor himself.
After the Commissar ended, the priest forgave their sins and
prayed.
Then the roaring sound, a clean and swift cut, then a stab, for
good measure and the smell of Promethium filling the air arround
me. The dark smoke from it's reaction with air.
Oh holy Emperor forgive me, for I loved that smell and the
blackness that came with it. I never liked the blood so I kept
cleaning my robes afterwards. Sure they where technically mostly
black and red, so the blood wouldn't be too visible, but I
always kept my clothes clean. I knew already, how rotten my soul
was.
Even durring my third encounter with death, that I inflicted
myself, as we watched a squad of Repentia, take apart some tribe
of Unbelievers, I loved the sight.
I always loved my Sisters, that joined the Repentia. I feel
obligated to do the same now, but it's to late now anyways.
It was some Emperorforsaken Planet, really small and with air,
that reeked of Sulfur. I contemplated, if that planet had once
been touched by something chaos, because it even looked wicked,
with black sharp stones and valleys that looked as if made by
explosions. It's only theory of course, I remember neither the
Name of that planet nor have I learned it's history.
I only knew, that there was a new cult, that pursuit forbidden
knowledge and even went as far, as to question the Inquisition.
Mind you, I've never been close and personal with any Inquisitor
but I knew our orders. The Repentia seemed to be doing just fine
however until at some point, a few of the Cults followers
charged out of their huts into our direction. While my Sisters
shot them down, I waited in for my favorable way of bringing
death.
I counted men and women among the ones I killed. I spared the
children but not out of some pity, I simply didn't aim for
anything that beneath my waist.
I remember that I couldn't smell the Promethium that day, I only
smelled the spilled blood of those Unbelievers. What a horrible
day.
I remember, how after this battle, I asked the monk that managed
our Armoury, if I could get a Eviscerator and how she laughed it
off. I later had a talk with our Canoness, she saw my promising
work and knew, that I was perfect for it. So she told me, that I
could get one, if I managed to survive one more, my acctually
first REAL, Mission.
It didn't end well.
Our Canoness, Aiden Luaithre already knew me from long ago. We
fought together as Sisters against the Xenos, before she became
our Canoness – I will tell THAT story annother time, I don't
count the deaths of Xenos here. She choose me especially for
this Mission, because she knew of my faith in the holy Emperor,
and my skill with a Chainsword.
We where a strike force, supposed to bring havoc ammong some
Heretics, driven by Chaos. We've been sent out to a mission,
which was supposed to be our sure death but we had faith in our
Emperor and faith in the Inquisition.
We brought to the fight: Our Canoness, armed with a heavy
Bolter, Aiden was known to be a huge woman, even for our
Standarts, she towered above all of us and some rumors said,
that she even looked large compared to a Space Marine. I
couldn't tell, I've never seen one up close enough to compare
it.
I led a Squad of Sisters, all of us at the Rank of Dominion, as
each of us excelled, with a certain weapon, I was with them
using a heavy Flamer and the Eviscerator.
In all we where about 100 Sisters, although I never had the time
to count and we joined with some Sisters of the Order of the
Blue Rose, it didn't look like they brought as many, but I was
never as tall as Luaithre and couldn't see them well, we greeted
each other and prayed together, in a Cathedrall on Ophelia VII.
Some Mechanicus came to pick us up, on a ship of the
Inquisition, I'm sure these Enginseers weren't the acctuall
Masters of this ship, but they where the only ones I saw. We
where allowed to pray, eat and get ourselfs ready.
We've all been blessed and where ready to die, in the Name of
the Emperor.
If I understood our Plan correctly, The Force I led, together
with some of the Order of the Blue Roses Seraphim and Canoness
Aiden, where to engage the enemy at his center.
We weren't expected to survive, but just in case, we where told,
that if we hold out about half a day, the other forces should
catch up to us.
We where sent, to minimize the damage, and enable our forces to
secure a safe zone. All that Military gibberish, I never
understood too well. I knew how to kill and I was good at it.
Happy, I shalt have died for the Emperor.
I should have.
But I never did.
Before the main force of our Troops was to land, our Contingent
was led to a seperate Drop Pod.
It was unusual for us, to land with these so we had to learn the
basics first. Easy enough, we weren't needed to do anything, as
the machine spirit would do the landing for us. We just had to
know, how to stay in there and be ready to strike, right after
landing.
The Landing was uninterrupted and save, the walls inside the Pod
where littered with rites and prayers. We all prayed.
The massive Pod must have crushed the surprised forces of Chaos.
As our Door opened we looked uppon a Agri-World with our Pod in
the middle of a giant mass of Cultists and heretics. Slaanesh.
Even I could make this out the chaos, the Herecy.
Imediatelly, my flamer started to Roar and bring death uppon
them, accompanied by the heavy bolters and Flamers of my
Sisters.
I looked down on the enemy, our Pod delivered us safely on a
hill in their midst. No Vehicles or Structured arround, only
infantry and most likely these weren't thought to battle, but
instead to gather Ressources. Still, they ran torwards us, eager
to kill and bring pain.
One hour, after continuing fire, we have only moved forward.
This Chaos was weak.
They weren't prepared for us and we stood on vavorable Ground.
A thick carpet of Chaos seemed to cover everything and
continiued to the horizon.
Hours passed while we ran fire down on them, noone came close
enough for me yet, to Test my new Weapon, that still resided
behind me in the Pod. It was thought to only come into action
once we ran out of ammunition. I still don't know what strings
Aiden pulled to give me this, but I was eager to use it. The
Emperor protected us, from the Heresy and blessed our Weapons,
we should all have long, run out of fuel and ammunition but
blessed, as the god Emperors ways are, we stood on, the towering
figure of our glorious Canoness right next to me.
Our shouts and prayers where louder then these chaos forces
could muster and the sun already started to set.
I looked uppon Aiden next to me as she prayed she looked like a
saint to me. It was a love, as only Sisters could share it, I
was praying myself.
We didn't have any hope, for aid to come to us. We heard the
Organs play in the distance and knew our Sisters have engaged in
the slaughter probably Kilometers away from us.
My Flamer ran out, by now the sun had set and the moon only
dimly let anything, the darkness all arround us seemed to
thicken and I felt myself loosing faith. Still I stood on,
hearing the chanting of my Sisters I went back to pick up my
Eviscerator, eager to prove my worth. At that very Moment Chaos
pushed us one step back. Uppon the dead bodies of hundrets of
Heretics we stood as Slaanesh presented us, with what we where
prepared for, our iminent Doom, in form of twisted Chaos Marines
acompanied by, what I think, must have been a Deamonette
appeared in the middle of the Enemy.
I saw our Sisters Seraphim, in their white Armour and Blue Robes
descent uppon the Chaotic Forces, I couldn't see them very well
anymore as the darkness was as thick as the layer of Chaos on
the Ground. I heard my first Sister Fall, just as I turned
arround with my new glorious weapon ready.
I charged into the Enemy, slaying and decapitating. Every move
of my Glorious Weapon slaughtered three more Heretics.
My Sisters still stood ground behind me but their Bolters ran
out and they only had Chainswords left.
In front of me, the enemy parted way, for a deamon to appear. It
looked at me as I glanced back at my Sisters and froze. I stood
still, as the last of my Sisters fell, only two remaining on the
hill. I still fought, as I saw our glorious Aiden kneel, heavily
wounded with only Prayer on her lips.
I closed my eyes.
And I opened them.
These where the last Deaths, I brought uppon the Heretics, in
the will of the Inquisition and for the holy god Emperor.
This is, how I lie now, looking at the stars.
And as it seems, these forces of Chaos don't intend to kill me.
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