For it's the 41st Millennium, and humanity had lost their shepherd, the God Emperor himself. Over hundred of years, he sits, on top of his Golden Throne, a rotting corpse staring at what is left of humanity -- a bloated carcass of an empire -- while invisibly writhing, crying out in silent, a soul yearning to be lay to rest, but being kept alive over millennium as ten of thousand of souls must be sacrificed to him per day, to keep him alive.
Even in his deathless state, his vigil shadow over billions of world as untold great battles in his name, safeguarding against any that is not human. While his will, embodied by the Astronomican, not only to stalwart humanity against the constant threat of the Archenemies from the Warp, a place of immaterial where souls come to rest, and daemons lurks, but also a guiding beacon, for humanity to safely travel through the Warp - for distant-travel can only be made by traveling through the Warp itself.
If he is to protect us, then who is better to protect him then -- his angels- the space marines, bio-engineered super-human, untouchable by diseases, stripped off pain and fear, while molded with the fury of the Emperor himself, to stand at the helm, being the spear-head to defense and push-back at all and any threats. While behind them, stand the wall of the Imperial Guards, the Astra Militarum, the first and last line of humanity defenses, armed with countless instruments of war for planetary defense, while the Imperium Navy ward the stars. And in shadow, stands the ever-vigilance Inquisition, who will root out any and all threat that happened or will happened to humanity as any cost and from any threats, for after all, "Innocence prove nothing". Last but not least, The church of Ecclesiarchy and their sisters of battle, The Adepta Sororitas, with their un-waving faith in the Emperor, as they purge any Mutants, heretics and xenos by their holy fire.
Being a man in this, carcass of an empire, is being a mere writhing maggot, among untold billions, on top of a already bloated and rotted corpse, for it is the most brutal life one can ever live through, the most unforgiving regime where a slight of waning faith in the Emperor will ended with a bullet to the head, and unfortunately, this story, is in those time, and even if you somehow survived, birds and insects will eat you anyway ... " In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war".
The screaming never stopped. A roaring thunder -- tearing through imperium-night-sky -- A burst of light, illuminating a wasteland of a city underneath; while the hallowing laugh of devils, echoing below. In blue marches the devils, with bat wings shape horns, as red as blood pointing upward from the side of their helmet, for each is a tower, Swords and Claws they bared, hunting for their next victim, while the very earth trembles with their every steps.
Through the endless sea of corpses, savagely maimed and torn, and those are-- the lucky ones -- for mountains of skinless human, writhing in agony, their wailing never outweigh their torturers hearty laugh. Amidst a pile of mangling bodies, emerged a woman, in tattered white clothes, bathed in blood and gore, carrying a las handgun in one hand, she marches, limping her way through a street of visceral.
Her gazes found it target, weapon raised high, blood pumping, eyes twitching, fingering gripping at the trigger -- again and again -- a melting beam of red light shoot out from the barrel of the las handgun, making contact with one of the devil--gaining attention from a traitorous devil, as it turned it scorching red gaze back at the tiny woman. You can certainly heard a laugh, echoing under that helmet, for her shots are pointless, like throwing rocks at a tank, but she keep on marching and firing at the devil, gritted teeth glistering in the deaden night. The devil turns it attention fully toward her, as if admiring her futile attempt, until she is inches away from it, weapon directly at it face, while never seize her finger from the trigger. Almost bored by the ordeal, it produced it claws, each longer than the woman herself, while still dripping with guts and flesh of countless previous victims--slowly--it strike down...
The memory abruptly ended, as a woman shaking her head, eyes re-focusing on the screen-visor of her helmet.
MIU Connection established...
Validating access: .... Valendria Shorn.
Access rank: Canonness.
Date: 789.M41.
Location: Anyst - Thurm star system .
Our Martyred lady strike squad:
Alina Mon - Battle-sister.
Vexxa Isliles - Battle-sister.
Roseria Imul - Retributor.
Valendria Shorn - Canonness.
[info disappear].
[Flashing images of a gigantic gothic-castle, with detail on it different layers and cut from multiple angles].
[Flashing images of a svelte female figure, in Luxury silky dress, wrapped by fine leathers].
[The image of the woman stop, a box of text appear next to her, detailing her info and status. It ends with a line "Sovereign of Thurm [Flickering]...Traitor to the Imperium"].
[Screen reset]
Mission Objective:
Primus objective: Investigate and execute the traitor.
Secundus objective: [screen pause as the word, flickering for 2 seconds] Purge all heretics.
Sovereign's castle defenses went online, 4-5 gigantic barrels of destruction standing up--filling the night sky with heavy bolter and plasma shots, while deafening siren blaring. The carrier engine roars into life as it skillfully and swiftly evades the shots while descending down. Carrier cabin shakes violently due to seismic feedback from shots, now ever closer to the ground, all squad stand up, slender figures fade in and out of red alarming light of each around 7 feet in height. [hangar door opening], howling wind fill the cabin and shimmering light of the twin-moon of Thurm--reflecting on their ebony power armor, combine with red cloak baring the banner of Adepta Sororitas-- incenses in ball hang lowly on two side with purity seals fill both pauldrons. Without hesitation, each of the member walk out of the hangar, with Roseria, differentiated by her black helmet with white masquerade mask -like-shape at center, walking while dragging out a large container with Adepta Sororitas marker on it.
A loud *thump* as they make contact with the ground, still cloaking inside a dirt storm generated by the carrier engine- while 4 guards in standard Imperial Guards uniform--shooting their las gun at the carriers as it's taken off--*smoosh*, each of them take turn hitting the ground with their head exploded in to pieces. 8 red eyes lit up behind the veil of dirt as the squad is marching out.
Valendria, with black helmet and gold masquerade mask-like shape at the center, and a large halo that bare the shape of a sun behind her head, scanning the area as they enter through a grand golden gate with jewels engraved into each knobs. Her visor-screen begin picking up something--around 50 markers running out from the inner courtyard...a rain of seizeless red las gun beam shooting out from the courtyard soon follow. Not even stutter, the squad march onward, with bolter raise high and begin returning fire, with each shot turning a guard into red mist, some even got their upper body torn and threw away by a bolter shot connect with their body, while non of their las gun seem to do any damage to the sister power armors.
As they are getting closer to the inner courtyard, to the guards horror -- the squad soon switched into sprinting, with Alina, baring a white helmet and black masquerade mask-like shape at the center, rushing forward with her giant-combat knife drawn, as she jump in -- completely split a guard in half then swiftly switched her knife into ice-pick grip as she begin "dancing" through the guard formation, with flying body-parts and viscera painting the grass and marble-floor of the courtyard--Alina swiftly stops and throw her knife directly into a guard face while grabbing at a guard next to her by one hand and slowly raising him up, as he still aiming his las gun and futilely shooting at her... *a loud clang* as Alina smashed the guard head into her helmet, carving the guard head in almost by two third and brain-matters decorated her helmet. Sounds of fighting with her--came to a halt, as Alina turns her head toward her sisters whom are also finishing their job, but the sound of Valendria chain-sword never seizes, as she looks up and the visor starts scanning again -- this time -- hundreds of markers, follow by a tank rolling in from the rear coming out from the main-ground and heading toward their location. Alina casually walk up to retrieves her knife from the dead guard face as the night soon turn into dawn--with light illuminated from the guards weapons opening fire, group upon group of guards hunker down, prepping for their heavy bolters and other instrument of war.
Quickly, all sisters take cover behind courtyard wall, as heavy bullets ripping through the landscape, but with visibility of the night and courtyard layout, their shot never seem to reach any sister. Without a word, Valendria looks at her sisters, follow by a simple nod, as she and 2 battle-sister synchronously pumping out their current Bolter magazine and switch to another magazine, while Roseria begin interact with the container, seemingly to open it. 3 smoke grenades was unpinned, as they tossed them out, fully engulfing the entire courtyard in cloud of darkness--the fire slowly die down as the guards and their sensors completely struggle to get a clear visual of where to shoot.
The air seemingly returns to night for a second--then from the far left of the courtyard, a spark of flame lit up, as Roseria steps out with a heavy flamer and begin spraying directly at their forces, cutting through their ranks like hot knife through butter, reducing them to puddle in seconds.
Not even recover from a surprised-attack, from the far right of the courtyard, Alina and Vexxa emerge from the smoke--while firing bolter now armed with explosive rounds -- each connection send out an shockwave of destruction, tearing through a group of guards, turning them into red gore. A small group of guards nearby, rushing in at them, Vexxa turns and simply nods at Alina, Alina nods back in understanding as she continue firing, while Vexxa spear-headed into them, grabbing one of them by the head and raise up to use as meat shield while the guard being picking apart by others, with bolter still aim by the side of the now tattered guard, she continue open fire, follow by slamming the guard into their squad, then shove the barrel of her bolter into stomach of one guard, lift the guard up and open fire turning the guard into a rain of guts. Then she produces her combat knife, with one hand handling the bolter, the other handling the knife, she carves her way through the guards formation.
With their tank completely confused on being attack from both side, just then -- from the middle -- Valendria charging out - directly at the tank, chain - sword in ice - pick grip, hand bolter armed with explosive round aim at those heavy bolter bunkers, cutting them off of their heavy supports. In utterly confusion, finally the tank targeting system caught up with Valendria, but then -- a mighty leap, as she jumps on top of the tank, pinning down at the guard whom is manning the sentry gun, piercing his upper half into the top of tank while his lower half snapping backward, completely severed him in two. Valendria takes out another grenade, this one bared a incendiary mark, and tosses it down inside the tank as flame erupted and their scream in agony echoing through the cabin, as their flesh and soul -- slowly being melt away by the fire. As she dismounted the tank, in front of her, a guard with half of his torso blown away, dragging himself on his back away from Valendria, his face --completely overtaken by shock while blood and guts dripping down his face, his mouth opens, jaw claps, tongue clicks, but no word can escapes his throat, as Valendria strolling toward him, and follow by ... stomping down on his head with enough forces to cause a small quake on the ground where they are.
The sound of conflict die out completely now, only dead-silence remain, with Roseria approaches the tank, and sticks a Melta-charge onto it as she begin pressing then regroup with her sisters, as they return the formation and continue marching... A thunderous explosion emitted from the tank, reverberating and shaking the ground to it very core.
The castle grand-door burst open, as carnage continue, with body-parts and guts playing everywhere. The sisters stopped, as they scan the area around the luxurious golden throne of the sovereign...A hidden passage? Follow by an explosion as explosive-bolter-round make contacts with the wall, sending out a gush of purple cloud. But nevertheless, they march on, furthering into the traitor nest.
The place is way grander then it look from the outside, with all corners filled with grand beds, and all sort of torture devices and piles of what seems like dead slaves. With grandeur decors, painting of most exotic, and rows of sofa, enveloped in the most luxurious leathers and furs, filled with what seems like 20 nobles, all in fancy silk dresses and fine leathers, completely intoxicated with the strange purple smoke-like-perfume, with it scent, vilely sweet and Foully strong as it not only assaulting your sense of smell, but your entire body as a whole, sending never-ending rapturing response through your body, while whispering of promises echoing by the ears, for every senses got touched and elevated.
The further in, the more fuzzy the mind became, with all purity seals went a blaze as they are struggling just to stay in formation, a clumsy footing, a weary mind, and blinking eyes. The feeling... so strange and real, as if they not even wearing the power armor at all, a gentle caressing on the arm, so light and caring, a lover's touch on the back of the neck that sent vibrations through their spine. But they shake it off, and then, there on the leathers throne, with a strange orb baring strange ancient runes and writing all over it in front of the throne, ever-glowing-appear to be channeling something--the sovereign--now ascended to daemon-hood, her skin all purple, with one hand now is a great crab-like-pincer, two horns extruded out from her forehead, purple eyes and a wicked smile as her tongue darts out slithering like a snake as she lick the corner of her lips.
They are now in trance, limps as stiff as stone, can barely hold on to their weapons, while minds a mess, all fuzzy, as they all desperately try to shake out the relentless knocking at the top of their mind. The Sovereign stands up -- alluringly walking down from her throne, swaying her hip seductively and exaggeratedly as she slowly approaching the trembling sisters, her eyes meet with Roseria on the right. Roseria tries desperately to ward off her mind, gritting at her teeth, enough to draw blood, her eyes dashing around frantically, open and close rapidly -- but slowly -- her eyes turned purple -- for now -- in front of her -- is no longer the secret chamber, but a grand cathedral, where she stands at the center of a grand walkway with lit candles on the side as far as the eyes can see, being cheer and welcome by the church of Ecclesiarchy -- like a hero. She steps forward, a simple smile erupted on her face as she now stands in front of a gigantic golden stature of the God Emperor himself, with a sister hands her a knife, while all the church cheering her on. Without hesitation, she raises the knife and plunged into her neck, drawing blood for the God Emperor. The vision all faded as her body collapsed back onto the chamber marble floor with her hands holding her own combat knife stuck into her throat.
The sovereign gaze dashes to Alina on the left, Alina bites at her lower lip trying to fight the intruding forces, her eyes dashing from side to side in frantic state--but soon--it turned purple. The intruding forces stopped, she opens her eyes, a fuzzy, shifting dream-like world in front of her, while navigating through the dreamscape, she spotted a little boy, his face, strangely familiar, the boy looks at her, with teary eyes, his mouth doesn't open, but his voice echoing inside her head "Mother!", the boy then pointes his finger as a large inhuman shadow figure, as it lunges at the boy. With lightning reflex, she raises her bolter and open fire at the shadow figure. Vexxa body collapsed onto the chamber ground with her head completely torn off by a point-blank shot to the head from Alina.
The Sovereign gaze switches over to Valendria at the center. Her eyes opens and closes rapidly while her head shakes violently, trying her best to guard her mind from the relentless assault, her heart almost wants to jump out from her chest, her eyes burst open as it dashing around -- desperately finding a way out -- they too, turned purple -- For she is now no longer at the secret chamber, but she sees herself back to that night, surrounded by a sea of mangling corpses, a wailing of skinless bodies, the graving cold of the rain is falling down on her delicate skin, and the Blue Devil stands before her, as she futilely shooting her las handgun at it... But then -- she stops firing -- and just stand still for a second -- then abruptly -- she turns around and immediately grabbing at the point of view -- the illusion crumbled -- she is now holding the sovereign by the neck and slowly elevating her, The sovereign frantically flailing her arm around, with one of her arm swing at Valendria, trying to use claws at Valendria neck with her sharpen and elongated claws like nails -- Valendria grabs The sovereign arm by her other hand and immediately ripping it out, follow by The sovereign muffle scream pierces the place. But quickly as Valendria toss The sovereign away to dodge out of one of Alina frantic shot -- with no time to lose, she grabs her chain-sword and rushes toward Alina -- explosive bolter shots flying all over the place, some pierced through her pauldron, with one even tear through her helmet, leaving one half of her face un-obstructed, but never had she stopped, with one surgical swing of her chain-sword -- Alina arms got cut clean off, not even have time for Alina to register what is happening -- Valendria vaults over Alina with her chain-sword press against Alina's neck -- then -- Alina's head go flying clean off her torso, and her body is crashing down onto the ground.
The sovereign slowly regain her composure, as she stands up, still bleeding heavily from her missing arm, she stares at Valendria. but -- something is changing. Valendria returns to that night again, but now, The sovereign is the Devil, as Valendria, in her normal figure begin running at the Devil while holding a chain-sword -- Valendria's figure shifted -- into a much more mature version -- then a shape of a Battle-Sister -- then finally a full fledged Canonness as the Emperor light blinding behind her as she run forward, running turn into sprinting, as the two jump at each other with chain-sword and pincer at the ready...*Splash*...*Loud Thump*...The sovereign...now in two, laying lifeless on the ground, as a strange glow of green escaped her body and return to the unknow orb as a massive pulse of energy erupted from it.
Valendria looks around, the chamber, the destruction, Roseria with a knife in her throat, Vexxa lifeless body and Alina headless remain, then she turns toward the strange orb, as it seems to about to bursts. Without hesitation, she limping her way toward the orb, then walking, then running, and then sprinting as she takes out her helmet and tosses it away then jump at the orb trying to destroy it with her chain-sword. As soon as the chain-sword connects with the Orb, a massive-planetary energy surge burst directly up to the stars, taking the whole castle with it while an ever-expanding wave of energy expanding through out Thurm taking every life it come across. While other 4 planets within Thurm system also begin to erupt with a similar Geyser of green energies, like seeing a storm on a sun, as the very planet itself slowly being consume by it energy, and all 5 geyser of green energies bursting out into space as they all connect into a single point, then from green it turns dark red mix with purple as a massive tear in space, A Rift slowly form out into real space, with essences of the Warp itself bleeding outward, follow by a big bang level explosion, fill the entire star system with warp storm, as The Rift is fully formed and the laughter of thirsting dark gods can be hear echoing out from the Rift as fleets upon fleets of the Black Legion soon emerge from The Rift.