By Damo
It had been two days since the last
contact with the Eldar, and Riota, a Veteran Sister Superior in
the Order Of Our Martyred Lady, a veteran and survivor of
countless battles against heretics, heathens, aliens, and
unbelievers. Here, where it mattered most, the sentry post, she
was afraid.
“You old fool,” She muttered to herself, “you have
a lot to give thanks for.”
She started to remeniss about her childhood with the other
orphans and rejects of her society. They were about twelve years
old when a strange, tall lady in a beautiful suit of black armour
approached her group as they huddled together to keep their young
clothless bodies as warm and dry as possible.
“Come with me and you will find love, warmth, clothes,
faith, and guidance.” The armoured lady said with a kindness
that the girls hadn’t heard before....
Her thoughts were interrupted by an alarm klaxon and dozens of
female voices ringing out in alarm, and then the voice of forty
bolters firing into the darkness, a Sister Superior approached
her with a stern look on her face.
“Ma’am?” The female warrior asked tentatively.
“The Eldar have attacked the north wall, killing four Battle
Sisters, and severely wounding the Sister Superior in command of
them. We have driven them back into the forest before lack of
light prevented from further pursuit, in case it was a trap.
There is light damage to the north wall, but, nothing we
won’t be able to fix at first light. I have ordered that
searchlights be trained on the forest edge and, at any indication
of another attack to be notified immediately and any appropriate
action taken.”
“Thank you Ellen, I am impressed with the way you have been
handling yourself and the Sisters under your command.” Riota
replied “now back to your post and send a report every
hour.”
“Yes Ma’am.” The response came from a rapidly
disappearing Ellen.
Dawn came without further disturbance, around midday a large
force of Eldar mounted on jetbikes assaulted the base of the
Adepta Sororitas. The fighting was fierce, both sides inflicted
heavy casualties on each other, then abruptly the jetbikers
pulled away and sped over the forest.
Almost an hour later the remaining forces of the Adepta Sororitas
came under assault by land forces, they were quickly overwhelmed.
Veteran Sister Superior Riota, commander of this small outpost
lay in a bloodied heap in her bedchambers, after taking several
body shots from the strafing jetbikers. As the Eldar were trying
to break open her door she let her eyes close and a smile crept
onto her face as she remembered the voice of sweetness that
brought her and her friends from naked, raped begger girls, to
the proud warriors of the Imperial Ecclesiarchy. She never knew
whether the Eldar found any survivors, she died as they broke
trough the door.
