#traitor sororitas

[thegodemperorsmycopilot]

EDIT: I FOUND THE SLAANESH ONE!

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #warhammer40k #warhammer40000 #warhammer #wh40k #wh40000 #grimdark #adeptus sororitas #adepta sororitas #traitor sororitas #corrupted sororitas #chaos sisters #nurgle #tzeentch #khorne #slaanesh #chaos #corruption

[mustbealoosewire]

by Arturbs

#arturbs #art #adeptus sororitas #traitor sororitas #chaos sororitas #deviantart #w40k

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

“I have fought for your false emperor for a hundred years, but he has failed me and my legion, just as he will fail you and the poor soul you protect.” by Rmulderz

#Warhammer #40k #Chaos #Traitor Space Marine #Plaguemarine #Nurgle #Imperium #Imperium of Man #Adepta Sororitas #Sister of Battle #Nuns with Guns #Bolter Bitches #Heretic #Heresy #Sci-Fi #Games Workshop #Rmulderz

[stainlesssteellocust]

Rugby and Sororitas-themed version of Warren Zevon’s Hit Somebody, girl vocalists, 40k themes, inject it into my veins now, please

Make it about some poor Sister whose only aim in life is to blast an enemy tank with the squad meltagun just once instead of being on bolter fire support duty like always, please Canoness

#warhammer #sisters of battle #THERE WERE TRAITORS TO THE LEFT OF HER #MUTANTS TO THE RIGHT #A XENOS RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER LOOKING FOR A FIGHT #TAKE CARE OF YOUR TEETH? THAT MIGHT WORK FOR YOUUUUUU #BUT WHAT’S AN IMPERIAL MARTYR TO DO? #S H O O T S O M E B O D Y! #Youtube #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #adepta sororitas #Warren zevon

[theironwarsmith]

Spotted this new display at Warhammer World yesterday!

Word Bearers Vs Sisters of Battle

Take a closer look at that huge organ.

#warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #w40k #chaos space marines #40k #chaos #word bearers #xvii legion #legiones astartes #traitor legions #traitors #chaos marines #adeptus sororitas #sisters of battle #warhammer world #diorama

[the-first-heretic]

“By bolter shell, flamer burst and melta blast, the mutant, the heretic, and the traitor alike are cleansed of their sin of existence. So has it been for five millennia, so shall it be unto the end of time.”

- Words of Devotion, Verses IV-V, Chapter X, Vol. LII

Adepta Sororitas, Sisters of Battle.

Source: From the book “Dark Heresy: Blood of Martyrs, pg. 23.”

Art: 1. Nicholas Kay, 2 & 3 unknown from Pinterest.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 40k art #scifi art #scifi #fantasy #sisters of battle #grim dark #warhammer 40000 #warhammer art #dark imperium

[fractal-knights]

So you mentioned this "dreaded campaign" a couple times. Could you explain what it was exactly?

The dreaded campaign was a terrible event. One that the inquisition went to great strides to cover up. It is similar to the story of dawn of war soulstorm with how many factions showed up.

It started out simply enough. The Imperial Guard and the Tau Empire were fighting over a sector that bordered their empires. The fighting had riled up the local orks in the sector, starting up a full-blown ork rebellion. To make matters worse, there had been reports from guardsmen that there were Craftworld Eldar sightings. Nothing confirmed though, as they would disappear just as quickly as they would appear.

To make matters worse, even Dark Eldar began to appear, wishing to take many of the inhabitants of the sector as slaves. It all got to the point the ork rebellion turned into a full blown WAAAGH!!! Attracting orks from outside the sector to join in. All the while, chaos renegades and cultists began performing Dark rituals to summon daemons, using the carnage of the war as the catalyst. The sisters of battle soon arrived to deal with the heretics and alien witches.

On one of the hive worlds, a genestealer cult began to make the call to the tyranids, believing the sector was teeming with plenty of biomass. The Craftworld Eldar then made their move when it was revealed that another one of the planets in the sector turned out to be a tomb world, when an army of necrons came out of their tombs to get rid of all the mortals that disturbed their slumber.

This made things get even worse, as soon, several chaos warbands joined the renegades in conquering the sector for chaos. Resulting in both the inquisition, and several space marine chapters, to arrive to fight. It became brutal, with no clear victor in sight.

The warriors of the Imperium tried to work together, even if for some it was begrudgingly, to bring victory to the imperium. Some of the space marine chapters tried to evacuate the civilians, with the effort to do so led by the Nova Dragons. The Inqusition tried to prevent this, believing the people tainted by chaos. But the Astartes, the Guard, and even many of the Sororitas, refused to allow this. The Inqusition, knowing it couldn't afford a battle on all sides, begrudgingly allowed the evacuation after this.

Over the following months, things only got worse. Many on all sides died, with barely any guardsmen regiments remaining, many of the space marine chapters were broken, or wiped out, and even the Sororitas began to buckle at the wave of horrors that faced them.

The inquisiton was planning on performing exterminatus on the whole sector, even where the civilians had been evacuated, no longer caring about what the other champions of the Imperium wanted, as the Lord inquisitor was even willing to mark the space marines, sisters, and guardsmen, as traitors for defying him for so long.

It led to a combined effort to stop the Lord inquisitor. When it was done, the lord inquisitor was dead. But they were worried this would lead to the inquisition punishing them severely. But at the time, they couldn't think of that, as the campaign waged on. At one point, Lucifer Samael took the lead of the space marine forces on the planet. Sergeant Nelda Brar of the Astral Lions of Harad, a Cadian remnant guard regiment, had taken command after all her commanding officers were wiped out. And sister palatine Sarella Lash of The Order of the Daughters of the Risen Sword had also taken command of her sisters after the death of the canoness.

And, after much blood had been spilled, and many lives had been lost, the imperium had managed to achieve a victory, pyrrhic though it was. They had expected retribution from the inquisition for the death of the lord inquisitor, but instead, the inquisition merely covered the whole thing up, not wishing for a repeat of the months of shame.

After this, it was left the the remaining Imperial forces to pick up the pieces. When all was said and done, what little of each space marine chapter remained chose to form a new chapter from the ashes of the old. And such was what led to the birth of the Fractal Knights.

#space marines #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #40k #lore post

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

God aren't you so excited for GW to pull the traitor primarchs out so they can get creamed by the Loyal and Just and Perfect Primarchs

I'M SO PUMPED FOR NOTHING TO HAPPEN, BABY. WOO.

Although it would be funny as hell for Lorgar to show up in a church and not fight anyone at all. He just fixes Roboute with a smug-as-fuck look, as priests and sororitas scream condemnation at him and goes

"Brother."

"What?"

"Looks like I won, huh?"

And then just ollies out through a stained glass window while Roboute gives the tiredest look imaginable at the army of religious zealots chasing after Lorgar

[ronqueesha]

I saw a post like this circling my dash and thought it would be fun. I just got to the end of Act 1 with Nasosi, and these are her thoughts on the companions so far:

Abelard - The instant they saw each other for the first time, they clocked everything about the other. His service in the Imperial Navy might be behind him, but Abelard still spent most of his life around commissars, and countless decades of old habits reared up in Nasosi's presence. His presence is a small comfort of familiarity, even if Nasosi herself spent more time among the soldiers of the Astra Militarum, not the navy. Even Abelard himself finds it surprisingly easy to follow someone of her experience.

--

Idira - Nasosi has spent a lot of time around sanctioned psykers and their unusual habits. She was not shaken by Idira's particular connection to the warp or her burgeoning madness. Nasosi has seen much worse from psykers reported to be far more stable. However, the longer they journey together, the harder it is to overlook that Idira is a heretic.

--

Argenta - During Nasosi's youth in the Schola Progenium, there was serious consideration for her to join the Adepta Sororitas, just like Argenta. However, Nasosi showed skills that eventually put her into the commissariat. However, she has a deep and immediate connection to the Sister of Battle, and the two share a bond over their dogmatic reverence for the God Emperor.

--

Cassia - Every proper citizen of the Imperium shows proper respect to the members of the great houses of the Navis Nobilite. Nasosi has never known a navigator personally, but she knows protocol. And Cassia's seemingly gentle spirit, in contrast with her terrifyingly immense powers and slightly inhuman appearance, has sparked something of a protective desire from the commissar. Something that comes naturally to her.

--

Pasqal - Nasosi worked with many representatives of the Adeptus Mechanicus during her time with the Astra Militarum, so Pasqal's presence is a very welcome thing indeed. Even his... peculiarities are easier for her to swallow than Idira's. As of now, he is extremely useful to her, and that use makes him very valuable.

--

Heinrix - Although Nasosi followed protocol in tracking him down and following the letter of the law, the tension upon actually meeting the Inquisitor was immediate. Commissars stand for order and discipline. They inspire the soldiers of humanity to be brave, to stand together, and to overcome any obstacle. Inquisitors do the complete opposite. They sow discord, they divide and question. They accuse and root out the slightest deviation wherever they can. Granted, in a galaxy full of traitors, heretics, mutants and other enemies of mankind, Nasosi knows that the Inquisition is necessary. But she doesn't like it. And she's not very fond of him by extension.

#rogue trader #nasosi #interested to see how things change after act 1 #owlcat's other games have allowed me to really stretch my oc building muscles after the introductory chapter is done

[possessedopossum]

Rameses, the dreadnought who was too cool to die and became a daemon prince instead, his twin brother Radames, who may or may not have a soft spot for traitorous sororitas, and Samira, ex battle sister with only 1 brain cell she shares with Radames.

#warhammer 40k #wh40k art #thousand sons #dreadnought #daemon prince #Tzeentch #prospero #space marines #adeptus astartes #chaos marines

[forgefiend]

The War of Faith continues and my company’s search for independence led them down a path they can’t come back from.

The Thornsingers were forced to defend their idols from Castellan Lazri’s angry mob of traitors. They fired warning shots, but had to make examples of the frontline.

One by one, the idols the sisters revered were brought down. They overwhelming numbers and reinforcements washed over the battlefield. Their waves crashing on the lines and receding to flamers, boltguns, and blades.

Only Commissar Mondero and Lt. Gen. Borges witnessed the lone Sororitas tank playing the symphony of last rites with its organ piano. A miracle that it still carried a tune after a direct hit from a vanquisher cannon. It’s pipes haunted the lonely streets and defaced cathedrals. The officers rested behind the ruins of their destruction and wept.

#warhammer 40k #guardsmen #astra militarum #imperial guard #games workshop #miniature #camocloak #adepta sororitas #battle sister #crusade #narrative #battle report

[betabites]

+++ ADEPTA SORORITAS ORDOS ACTIVE IN TROIAS CLUSTER +++

+++ OFFICIO MINISTORUM MEMORANDUM +++ ++ SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL BURNT-SIENNA ++

+++ TROIAS CLUSTER ORDO STATUS +++

+ TIMESTAMP: 25.9.14.4.112.M42 +

++++ ADEPTA SORORITAS ++++ ++ MILITANT ORDOS ++

+ ORDER OF OUR LADIES OF THE BLOODY SABATON + Classification: Militant Ordo Minoris, Convent Sanctorum. Military assets: Primus Convents (Mater & Alius Mater) on Briseis & Cressida; major convents on Andromache Prime, Atalanta, & Ilona; minor convents on Hecuba, Aethella, & Laodice. Estimated current strength: 12,000 women under arms, with the ability to muster 40,000 highly trained Frater Militas with the aid of the Troian 147th Foot ("Frater Iconis Legion"). Deviations: Rejects standard doctrine on the use of Penitent Engines and Arco-Flagellants in favor of Repentia and penal units. This unorthodoxy has been APPROVED by order of HER GRACE, MORVENN VAHL, in light of local beliefs of the Eternally Recurrent Sz. Nika, and the stance that the inescapable torture-death of a mote of her incarnation would displease her. Active Concerns: Cluster-wide peace-keeping missions, typically acting in concert with PDFs and Guard as assault units. Occasional alliances with Forlorn Company and Peryton Space Marines. Have made repeated petitions to declare the Noble Sons of Pyrrus Space Marines traitors and heretics; investigations are currently underway.

A convent on Hecuba I is accused of tech-heresy by the Mechanicus. See attached document, CONCERNING THE DISPOSITION OF THE ARCING WRITS OF THE PLASMA CONDUITS. In brief, they are accused of modifying their vehicles to mount plasma weapons, in concert with the Troian 52nd Armour ("Plasma Cavaliers") and their 'suspicious' number of Leman Russ Executioners.

A convent in the Sekhmetarian moons is believed to have succumbed to heresy regarding their depiction of the God-Emperor as some manner of felinid abhuman. They are believed to be joined in corruption by the Troian 7th Foot ("Maidens of the Sacred Las").

++ CIVITAS ORDOS ++

+ ORDER OF THE AERIAL DREADNAUGHTS + +++ NOTABENE The Sisters of the Order of Aerial Dreadnaughts do not operate any dreadnaughts: marine, terrestrial, or aerial. They are so named for the shape of their head-dresses. Cease assigning them to warzones on the fraudulent basis that they are an armoured unit. +++ Classification: Hospitaller. Active Concerns: Medical attachés to the Order of the Bloody Sabaton, and work closely with them in most matters. Their training mission-hospitals on Briseis & Cressida have recently been destroyed by party or parties unknown, and an investigation is currently underway.

+ ORDER OF BLESSED ETERNAL RECURRENCE + Classification: Famulous. Active Concerns: Continually seeking the next incarnation of Sz. Nika, sector patron. Recent sightings of previous incarnations of Sz. Nika have greatly increased their workload, setting aside concerns raised by Forlorn Company Space Marines regarding genetic purity and alleged xenos taint.

+ ORDER OF SAINT SERAPH + Classification: Dialogus. Active Concerns: Serve as cultural translators & liaisons for the ogryn 38th Foot regiment ("Sz. Nika's Crusaders"). Their long isolation in the wastes of Kreusa has all but broken their grasp of Gothic, but they are terrifying warriors who make few demands on the Munitorum.

+ OTHER ORDERS + STATUS UNCHANGED. Refer to previous TROIAS CLUSTER ORDO STATUS document, timestamp 08.11.25.1.952.M41 for details.

#warhammer 40k #Sisters of Battle

[clocktowerechos]

Factions of the Hellsworn Pact

of the Brightest Night AU

"Such a wonderous galaxy. I feel it better for it to be soaked in screams and bathed in blood. Too much? Yes, too much. Let us just burn it to cinders instead~ Then we can bath in screams!" ~ "Blessed" Lady Malys, the Everqueen of Chaos

The Ruinous Powers

With the existence of both the God Emperor and Isha being active players on the galactic stage, the Dark Gods have focused significantly more resources and attention to the material universe. Breaks in their great game are more common and they pour more of their power into their greatest champions. After their failure to corrupt the Primarchs, they have turned to alternative measures. Of particular note is Nurgle and Slaanesh. Nurgle holds a deep grudge against the Alliance and is determined to recapture Isha. Slaanesh however faces an entirely separate dilemma. Wish Isha being able to contest Eldar souls, Slaanesh faces a very real possibility of starvation from said souls, a terrifying concept for a god of excess. Thus they've had to adapt an entirely new way of executing their plans, most often through the Dark Eldar or the Chaos Eldar Their greatest champion is Lady Malys, known as the Everqueen of Chaos, the Black Maiden, and the Fel Lady among other titles. She is the "Abaddon", greatest champion of Chaos. Her blasphemous union to Asdrubael Vect remains the greatest profane ritual since the Birth of Slaanesh. Where as Abaddon has stable plans, Lady Malys swings between bouts of madness and genius brilliance. It is hard for the Alliance to try and counter her as often her Black Crusades simply have the goal of wrecking as much chaos and destruction as possible. As long as they are not stopped at the Cadian Gates, it is considered a success.

The Lost and the Damned / Traitor Astartes

While none of the Primarchs were ever swayed to the side of Chaos, due in part to the more open knowledge of what they really where, and the Horus Hersey never occurring, there was never a corruption of half the legions. However, over the course of the long millennium plenty have fallen to Chaos with its more focused attention. Regiments of Guardsmen, Chapters of Astartes, Maniples of Skitarri, Orders of Sororitas, and even a Custodes according to dark rumors have fallen, to serve new masters. None are truly safe from damnation in this universe. Some are ragtag rebel bands, heretical guerillas who serve whatever master will grant them power and supplies. Others have formed entire stellar kingdoms, organized and coordinated groups who pose a much more significant threat on the Materium than their raiding Warp-borne counterparts.

The Chaos Eldar

Known as the Croneworld Eldar or Shadishari meaning "Warp Corrupted", they are the inheritors of the foul legacy of the old, depraved Eldar Empire. The birth of Slaanesh had devastated them at first, but soon the Dark Gods found ready worshippers among them, their souls blackened and minds twisted by untold eons of degeneracy and blasphemous indulgence. Slaanesh was the first to bring back a handful of corrupted Eldar who had actually enjoyed the process of having their souls devoured, to which the Prince of Pleasure greatly loved. With most of the Croneworlds trapped in the Warp, they are a hellish successor to the worst aspects of the Eldar. Frequently raiding, pillaging, and conquering in the name of the Chaos Gods, they outnumbers their uncorrupted cousins and their greatest members have achieved a level of immortality by having their souls constantly regurgitated. It is said an Shadishari Daemon Prince is amongst the most dangerous forms of one with the Imperium and the Alliance going to great lengths to stop their ascension whenever possible.

The Dark Eldar

Pirates and raiders hailing from the Dark City, many have combined forces with the Croneworld Eldar for their own ends. The greatest difference between them being their relation to Chaos, while the Croneworld actively embrace and wish for the power of the gods to infuse them, the Dark Eldar have little appreciation for the Dark Gods. They do not have the same assurances of being returned after death like their Croneworld cousins but the power their alliance brings is too great to be ignored. In canon, there is sometimes a tenuous understanding between Craftworld and Dark Eldar that they are kin and to not mess with each other too much, such an understanding does not exist here. The Drukhari will happily prey upon Craftworlds and Exodite Worlds as readily as any others and the Craftworlds call for the death of their fallen cousins. It is for this reason the Webway is significantly more dangerous to use as Croneworld and Dark Eldar prowl its tunnels without regard of who might catch their blades. Some have refused to accept the power of Chaos, especially after the marriage of Vect to Malys. They have escaped Commorragh and set up their own kabals and outposts in the Materium.

The Ashen Kyn

The Long Night was not kind to the Kyn and they were not immune to the gaze of the ruinous powers. When some holds and stations were cut off from their fellows, many became desperate. Their Votann became corrupted, either by rampant data overload, or direct techno-arcane sorceries. Bitter and hateful at how they believed themselves to be abandoned by their cousins and by their Votann Cores, they turned to Chaos and found good company with Vashtorr the Arkifane. Now they serve as critical resupply and production points for raiding Chaos fleets, rivalled only by the Hell-Forges of the Dark Mechanicum. They tend to focus on infernal engineering over daemonology, favored by the Dark Mechanicum.

The Dark Mechanicum

While the Hersey was avoided by the Imperium, the Mechanicum could not prevent the Schism of Mars. Fabricator General Kelbor-Hal refused censure by the Imperial Household and cease his delving into forbidden archeo-tech. Even with the intersession of the God Emperor Aurelian, he openly halted but kept going in secret. As he dove deeper and deeper, he became more corrupted by the whispers in his code. Telling him that he could become as powerful as the Man of Gold and then all the secrets of the universe and all the lost technology of Humanity's golden age. When he was discovered once again, Kelbor-Hal declared his intention to break away from the Imperium and called the red banners to arms. However, in his hurry, he failed to adequately access the political reality of the Mechanicum. Only half rallied to him with the other staying loyal. The following Schism broke the Mechanicum with a civil war that the Imperium intervened in. Despite claiming victory, the Imperium could not hunt down the newly forged Dark Mechanicum as in their distracted state, Chaos forces and Greenskin hordes launched the War of the Beast in an attempt to destroy the Imperium, letting the survivors flee into the war and to uncharted systems to rebuild anew. They have become masters of fusing metal and daemon in their terrifying arcane Hell-Forges

The Greenskin Hordes

The Orks are only "allied" to the forces of Chaos in the loosest sense, often being manipulated by the Croneworld Eldar to serve as cannon fodder or distractions. For their part, the Orks do not mind as they see it as an excellent opportunity to fight. Their power has been greatly increased by the appearance of "Brain Boyz" or "Brain Bosses", intelligent Ork warbosses who understand the Orks far more than their brutish nature would imply, their mere present boosting the intelligence and coordination of other Orks. Dubbed "Ork Bossmasters", they turn a fractious, infighting-prone mob into a proper military force capable of complex tactical maneuvers, long term planning, and huge engineering projects such as Attack Moons. Having first arisen during the Chaos-empowered War of the Beast, their numbers have only grown with the passing centuries to the point there is a recorded incident of a "Green Crusade", where an Ork Bossmaster led a combination Black Crusade and WAAAGH with Chaos forces.

#warhammer 40000 #wh40k #warhammer 40k #dark eldar #drukhari #croneworld eldar #chaos #chaos eldar #chaos space marines #lost and the damned #traitor guard #traitor legions #orks40k #greenskins #alternate universe #dark mechanicum #leagues of votann #chaos gods

[matrim-cauthons-hat]

698.M41, PDF forces manage to repel ork invasion on Desolus with aid of in system sororitas, knights house, and space born astartes. two days after conclusion of conflict, Planetary Governess Petra assassinated by close friend and confidant, Helgrida, who appoints herself the new Governess of Desolus. House Ur and the Fire Striker astartes chapter engage traitor forces mustering on plains on the outskirts of Hive Primus. Nine atomic weapons detonate. Two on the plains, seven in orbit. What little PDF remain who are loyal to the previous Governess route. A war horn sounds from the slag of the atomic wastland, and on all frequencies, and chant can be heard. “Ave Dominus Imperator. Ave Dominus Omnissiah. Ave Dominus Imperator! Ave Dominus Omnissiah!” getting louder and louder. From the radioactive ashes rises a single knight, armour glowing from the heat of the blast, its hull mounted weapon and right arm melted beyond repair. Ishtar, machine touched and final regent of House Ur, begins loping towards the traitors, crushing them underfoot and with her melted weapons, immolating anyone unlucky enough to be sighted by her volcano cannon.

979.M41 Imperial Reinforcements, under the command of General Maeve, arrive at Desolus to assist in repelling the ork invaders, only to find a planet of dozens upon dozens of warring factions, with teh only bastions of Imperial Authority maintained by the Order of the Glass Lily, an order minoris of the Sororitas, and the Cult of Ishtar, reluctantly led by a supposedly 300 year old knight of the House of Ur, Ishtar, in a machine of the same name, retrofitted and jury rigged with whatever could be found and maintained.

Some claim Ishtar to be the Emperor’s own judgement upon Desolus, other a Heratek, and something within the Mechanicus even accuse the fusion of pilot and machine of being an Abominable Intelligence. Few have been brave enough to accuse her of the last two to her face, and they quickly found out the value in substituting her inoperable multimeltas for twin linking gatling guns

#warhammer 40k #40k #imperial knights #desolus #worty thou #my stuff #paitning #desolus lore #kitbash

[shiyorin]

I'm bad at thinking of characters to request and your OCs sound interesting. Especially Kether, I love dommy mommy. So can you show me some of their headcanons? I would love to see that!

AKDascnjlnlf!!!! I would love to show you!!!!

Kether

Dommy mommy!

Eversor assassin but was recreated by Magos Archimedes to make her no longer dependent on drugs to live or just kill like a machine.

Love dark jokes.

Very OP, sometimes I will make her bully every character named in canon.

Hates coffee, considers coffee a heretic drink

Magos Archimedes

They have many clones, femboy, femgirl, tomboy, old man,…

They treat Kether like a daughter in a certain way, but in fact still see her as a machine or a walking piece of meat.

Kether doesn't care about them and neither do they.

Vrede

Battle Sister from Order of the Bloody Rose.

Dead inside dommy mommy.

Has a secret ex-boyfriend is died Blood Angel.

She is quite calm compared to the Sisters of the same Order.

She is 5 years older than Nasargiel.

Nasargiel

Little meow meow Lamenters.

Dead inside himbo.

One of the luckiest Lamenters, he has Sororitas GF.

He and Vrede are lost somewhere in the warp and find their way back to Chapter/Order.

Cogito

Femboy Krieg but dom.

Self-sacrifice is not his style so in a way others might consider him a heretic.

He doesn't have a name, Cogito is a word he heard and liked it so he called himself.

Hate everything equally but are stuck with an Iron Warrior in warp, fuck that!

Asrak

He's traitor Iron Warrior but didn't know it, until one siege pointed it out.

He rescued Cogito from his former comrades.

He doesn't hate Cogito, always patient with him. He himself is always apologetic for the betrayal of his legion and pray for the Emperor forgiveness.

The goodest boy.

#shiyorin's answer #warhammer 40k #my ocs

[tiberia1313]

FOR THE ALL FATHER! [part 1]

Part 1

The roar of weapons was an ever present din on the planet’s surface, audible like a too near storm through the hull of the rhino. The dull thud of bolter fire raked the armored transport as it tore through the ruined streets. The Shield Maidens of the Order of the Healed Spirit listened to the vox chatter as it revealed snippets of the ongoing battle. 

The sisters readied themselves for battle in their own ways. Some worked their way through rosary beads, muttering prayers, and reciting the names of Imperial saints and Fenrisian heroes. Some checked their weapons, and rechecked them in a meditative cycle. A lone sister with wild hair tuned her instrument-weapon until it sang with harmonious chords. She held the familiar keys down, leaned back, and rode the good vibrations, widdling the distortion bar.

“Want some time alone with that thing?” Sister Asta teased. The Transport filled with laughter.

Delirium let up off the keys. “My favorite chord.” She smiled at her comrades.

“Careful Sister, that your pleasures do not take your mind and tear you from the All Father’s light, again.” Cannoness Ragna chastened.

Delirium’s smile disappeared, and she straightened in her seat. “Of course, Cannoness. Forgive me my indiscretion.”

“The All Father’s forgiveness is in the hands of the enemy. Take it for yourself.” Ragna counseled. The hint of a fierce smile spread across the deep wrinkles of her veteraned face. 

“I will, Canoness. For the All Father.” Delirium set her keytar down, and rested her hands on her legs. She began to practice her meditation, while she could. With a click her ear implants cut out her hearing. She closed her eyes, and took in the divine quiet. The discordance that plagued her soul wailed to hear and be heard. If it was denied too long it would kill her. If it was heeded too greatly it would ruin her. She would be free to cut loose soon, to release all restraints. But until then, she would abstain, and be serene, no matter how the taint pushed and pulled her. It would not be her master, nor she its slave. Not again.

The Norn Seidr thumbed through the teeth of her axe like rosary beads, muttering prayers to All Father with each. With each prayer she invoked the name of an old saint or hero, and put voice to her aim to emulate them. Each tooth was etched with a rune and inlaid with blessed silver. They called upon the spirits of their home, and warded away the foes of the All Father. Her thumb pressed upon a tooth bearing the rune of the Mother Wolf, the rune she had begun with. She looked up from her axe, at the nine others in the transport. 

The sound outside made it no mystery what awaited them. They were charging right into the thick of it, their convoy blowing through the front lines. There were prayers for protection, for wrath, for good fortune, for accuracy, for anything a soldier of the All Father would need to return home victorious. She placed a hand on her shield, feeling it’s weight. With a little bit of pride, she knew she was the answer to some of their prayers; She was the All Father’s protection.

One of the sisters turned to her, a young neophyte only raised to the rank of shield maiden a month before. This was her first battle. It looked as if she wanted to say something, or ask something. To reach out. Seidr placed a hand on the neophyte’s shoulders, and smiled.

“There is no shame in fear, only in being ruled by it.” Seidr said. “When those doors open, stay behind me. Keep shooting, pray to the All Father with every shot, and you will see Fenris again.” Her voice was deep and warm like the warm wind that pushes back a storm.

“P-promise?” the neophyte asked. She looked up at Seidr. Even sitting, Seidr towered over her fellow sisters.

“Only the All Father can promise such a thing. All we can promise is to give the whole of our spirits, and to deliver his wrath to the traitors of mankind.” Seidr smiled down at the neophyte, her face framed by the fiery fall of hair that fell to the side of her face.

The neophyte nodded, idily switching the safety of their bolter on and off, On and off. She returned to her own prayers.

Seidr realized some of the other sisters had been listening in. She met each of  their eyes with a nod and a silent promise to do all she could to protect them.

There was horrid thunder and for a moment the rhino was lifted up onto only one track before slamming back down. Bolter fire that had before been steady but sparse now struck like a constant hail. The sound was deafening. 

Delirium could not hear, but she could feel the shocks of impact rung through her with a lurid thrill. 

Seidr watched the side for any breaches, and so she saw it happen. In a flash the interior grew hot and filled with the roar of inferno. An invisible beam as thick around as a thumb cut through the hull, and through a sister who stared down in shock, not even registering the pain. The beam went through to another sister who had not even realized her own death yet, and then it passed through the hull again behind her. As the two sisters’ insides flash cooked, steaming all their other organs, the beam slid back through the transport as it’s wielder held the meltagun steady on its target as it sped on, cutting it open further, and cutting into more sisters strapped into their seats. 

Seidr leaped forward with her shield, snapping her restraints without releasing them. The neophyte’s arm came loose with a sick sizzling pop, but the rest of her was spared as Seidr knelt before her with her storm shield held firm. The beam crackled off the shield’s energy field, and disappeared. 

The whole transport was jolted and thrown back by a forward impact. There was a sound of crumbling stone. Then the ride smoothed out. 

The shouting and cries of pain began. Three of their number were dead outright. Two were unable to fight further. Half of those in the transport were out of the fight before it began. 

Seidr put her hands on a sister who teetered on the edge of Morkai’s glacial den, as someone else tended to the neophyte’s wound. She prayed to the All Father, and called upon the World Spirit for healing. Fenris answered, and Seidr channeled it’s might into its dying daughter. Her pain dulled, he wounds mended just enough, and she stabilised. With her blessed magic done, Seidr moved on to the mundane medicines that would see the sister recover. She thanked the All Father that the road had become smooth, easing the task of stapling shut wounds, and binding bandages. The two wounded would live and fight again. Seidr looked to the other three. Steam and smoke drifted up out of their mouths. She never even had the chance to save them.

Delirium reached a comforting hand out to Seidr who had done so so often for her. “I will sing a dirge to avenge them.” She swore. 

Seidr looked up from where she knelt in prayer for the dead to see the vengeful determination in the skjald’s eyes, burning like summer fire. She nodded in agreement.

“Sororitas! Wolf Sisters! Are you ready for battle?” Canoness Ragna shouted.

The remaining sisters shouted in the affirmative, raising their weapons high. The neophyte raised her own and joined in the warrior shouts, her pain deadened by adrenaline and medicines enough for her to carry on a bit longer.

The sound outside renewed. The hail of bolter fire began almost immediately.

Canoness Ragna shouted over the din. “Our mission is simple! Destroy their artillery. Clear out their bunkers. Claim a building for ourselves. Await the relief force.”

A series of thunder claps went off; the artillery.

The Rhino turned sharply and came to a skidding stop on the shattered concrete ground. The hatches opened. The Wolf Sisters poured out as more rhinos came to similar stops, and disgorged their own warriors. Shouts of “FOR THE ALL FATHER!” filled the air, drowning out the firepower arrayed against them.

Seidr took the lead. She was an inspiring and imposing figure. A giantess among the already tall daughters of Fenris. She held her shield high. Lasfire, bolters, autoguns, and even a burst of plasma rammed into her shield without harm. She screamed a battle cry as those behind her fired their bolters in answer. She overran a pile of sandbags as the cultists abandoned their heavy stubber to take flight. The revving of her chainaxe screamed down upon the traitors without mercy. Blood sprayed across the area as the monomolecular teeth chewed a man up. Her shield stunned another whose bayoneted autogun fell to the ground. A pair with sharpened scraps of metal crossed the distance between her and the cover they had sheltered behind. Seidr roared with fury at the two before her. Their teeth had been filed down to points, and blasphemous symbols had been carved into what had once been their Imperial Guard issued armor. They screamed for aid from their foul gods, but only the All Father answered. 

Seidr wiped the blood from her eyes as she ran on. She kept a rag strapped to the back of her gauntlet for just this reason. The conversion field of her armor cracked to life around her head. A hail of primitive bullets turned to harmless flashes of light. Seidr turned to find the source. A squad of traitors had crawled out from under a pile of slaughtered civilians and begun firing from the cover the corpses provided. Their bullets pinged off the power armor of the sisters harmlessly. Corpses turned to mist as fire was returned. A pair of missile launchers peaked out from behind another horrid pile that proved more adept at weathering bolter fire. Seidr raised her shield and moved her nearest comrade behind her, bracing herself for impact. Others dove for cover. 

Delirium wailed upon her keytar and screamed vengeance. The sanctified sound blaster directed the furious celestial yowl at the traitors. They clutched their ears but their gruesome cover, and their own hands did nothing to stop the gravitic vibrations. Blood vessels burst. Bones splintered. The Traitors fell broken and dead. 

Cannoness Ragna motioned for the advance to continue, to never stop moving, to never let up. Seidr took a moment to look back as she got into motion. Only four of the five rhinos in their convoy had made it. The Neophyte followed in the rear as ordered, helping her wounded sister forward with her one remaining arm, until they could find more permanent shelter.

The traitorous guardsmen were in disarray, turning gun emplacement around with haste. The sisters had come from a tunnel they had thought blocked off, and had had only minutes to rally a defense from the time they heard the stones fall to the emergence of the Rhinos. The armored transports kept moving with the sisters as mobile cover, storm bolters atop them firing into any squad of traitors that amassed for an attack. Sisters with flamers burned the traitors out of their bunkers, as those behind them poured bolt after bolt into the enemy’s lines to cover their approach. The sound of one sister’s song pounded like a drum beat and howled like the storm winds, driving her sisters onward to vengeance and glory. The Wolf sisters leaped into combat, never letting up, never giving room. They were a righteous tide of fury. The waves of sisters crashed upon the artillery emplacements, and those with meltaguns silenced the old guns.

There came a shout. One of the Rhinos was smoking. Then another. A baleful wailing and the scent of perfumes and cooked flesh crossed the battlefield. The call came over the vox; Traitor Astartes, champions of Chaos.

A firing line formed by the silenced artillery, pouring bolt after bolt into the charging traitor-sons, throwing sparks and cracks off their power armor. The armor of the marines was a sick pastel pink, with lavender smeared across their chests like blood. Many reveled in exposing their twisted, malevolent grins to the open air either protected with invisible fields, or just unafraid for their heads. It was all the better to hear the lamentations this way. As they neared, the sisters could see the looks in their eyes. Every sister knew to not be taken alive.

Meltaguns cut some of the first mad marines down, and great gouts of flame washed over mutated flesh, blackening it, and burning down their possessors. Knives, axes, chainswords, and power weapons were drawn. The battle lines met.

Seidr’s chain axe sparked and failed to bite into the ancient power armor of her foe, just as he failed to tear into hers. He kicked her shield to knock her off balance, but she stood firm. With a howl she slammed back. He stumbled, shocked by her strength. In that moment she struck the joint between leg and hip. Metal tore, ceramics fragmented, flesh ripped, bones shattered. The chaos marine fell, wide eyed as an armored boot caved in his skull. Seidr looked around to see who was in need of aid. She spotted many.

Delirium shook as she saw the servants of Slaanesh coming. Their god had stolen everything from her. It had obliterated who she had once been. It had dragged into Skitja; Honorless damnation.

She charged with a cry as mad as her foes. Her keytar’s cutting edge was swung in a furious arc, catching a marine in his unprotected neck, passing halfway through his hardened spine. His twitching tongue reached out for her as she pulled her weapon free. She sneered, and screamed, and played. The holy chord burst the immortal hedon’s eyes as he lurched forward. He screamed in delight even as she brought the cutting edge down upon his skull. Her elation was short lived as all too familiar notes reached her ears.

Discordant chords bearing ruinous timbre drowned out the sounds of battle. Sisters clutched their ears and fell to their knees. The Kakophoni chorus advanced, bringing their baleful orchestra down upon the daughters of Fenris, and upon those astartes unfortunate to stand in the way. The Kakophani did not care who heard the song of Slaanesh, only that it be sung and that it be heard.

Seidr held her shield up to block out the sound, but though the energy feeled crackled and held, the waves went around it and struck those behind her. There was nothing she could do. She screamed with rage as decadent marines blocked her path, blocked her every attempt to bring her axe down upon those who killed her sisters.

Delirium climbed atop a rhino and took a deep breath, and roared out all her love and all her hate. Her voice turned to death. Her fingers played fast and reckless over the keys and thrashed about the distortion bar. She lost herself in the sound, in the music, in the vengeance. Her head banged to the driving rhythm. Her chaos mutated tongue slipped out, covered in sacred silver seals, beared for all to see as she screamed the promised dirge into the Kakophani whose aural supremacy was now challenged.

The Wolf sisters regained footing. Their full numbers got into the fight. With superior numbers they began to take down the transhuman warriors with pack tactics, turning the tide back upon the traitors. In their midst fought exemplars of their order. Ragna’s power sword and Seidr’s axe cut and cleaved through ceramite as a Tale Teller held the image of a hero high as she fought with blade, the inspiring saga she told the only thing heard over the sound of dueling songs by some divine miracle.

Even as their once-brothers lost ground to the numerous and fierce sisters, the kakophoni had ears only for the one who dared to challenge the perfection of the song of Slaanesh. Songs met and the fabric of space-time boiled between them. 

Seidr looked to Delirium. She was wild eyed, lost in the rush of sound and song. There was a manic grin upon her face, freed of all the self control imposed upon her by the sisterhood and by herself. Her screamed verses were near inhuman, but the words themselves were of the ever-human condition of loss. She poured out all she had. But despite this, the kakophoni were gaining ground upon her by sheer numbers and transhuman strength. The song of Slaanesh threatened to crush the reprentent sister, and all the daughters of Fenris who fought for every inch gained.

Seidr prayed to the All Father for aid, to witness his children in their time of need. With her faith held firm in her mind she channeled the winter fury of Fenris. It surged  wild and unrestrained. It came with a primal fury no mortal could contain, but she did not fear. A golden presence shored up her will before it could fall. Her eyes flashed with glacial light as she roared, and the traitor astartes before her screamed as they flash froze, expanding ice shredding them apart from within. Seidr smashed through the frozen sybarites, and refused to let her momentum be slowed. Sisters followed close behind. She cut and battered those in her way, and incinerated the lashing tentacle with her wrist flamer as it reached out to ensure her. The field opened up, and she was through. 

The balance of battling songs had almost tipped wholly against Delirium. Even a song so powered by rage, grief, and ecstasy could not stand up to the five sound blasters arrayed against it, sworn to the god of excess. But the Kakophani were locked in the death struggle, unable to harm others, or see them coming.

Hypersonic axe teeth cleaved off the barrel of the first sound blaster. The Kakophani let out an inhuman shriek modulated by dark technology. He was silenced by the axe tearing into his neck joint. The next noise marine fell to his knees as they were struck from behind. Seidr smashed him with her shield knocking him prone. Her axe came down with all the force the weight of her body, her power armor, and her muscles could bring down. The helmet sprayed open.

The balance shifted. Delirium began to win as the Kakophani’s orchestra was disrupted. The kakophoni shrieked. Delirium shrieked louder, backed by storm winds and golden sovereignty. A sound blaster burst. A Kakophani shrieked in true agony as he fell back into silence. The next followed soon after leaving only one. The last crawled away as his body vibrated violently with the divine song of wrath. Though his organs had all ruptured and every blood vessel had burst, the song kept his nerves firing, forbidding him from death. Delirium closed her eyes and focused on the sound of his shrieks. They were orgasmic. They were just. They were-

Seidr stepped between Delirium and the noise marine. The song dampened, and he finally was released to perish.

Delirium screamed at the outrage of being denied. Her fingers began to move along the keys, until she tore them away, and forced her voice to be silent.

Seidr wiped the blood from her ears, and eyes, and nose. She shut out the pain in her teeth as she stood.

Delirium’s body shook as she heard Seidr’s voice over the vox. “Get to the marked building. Breathe and regain control. The All Father will help you if you ask.” Delirium looked at the still ongoing battle, but Seidr cut in, “You have done your part, and now tread too near the edge. Go.”

Delirium did as she was told, leaving the waning battle behind her. The building was already abandoned. She sat on some stairs and turned her hearing off. Her eyes closed tight as she rocked back and forth and she begged All Father to give her the serenity she needed to save her soul. 

When she opened her eyes again, the rest of the Wolf Sisters had joined her. The dead and wounded were laid out for Seidr and the medicine women to tend to. There were too many. The survivors lined the windows, keeping vigilant watch for the next counter-attack.

Seidr wiped the blood from her uncovered hands, her gauntlets hung from her waist. She put a finger to her lips, silencing Delirium as she approached. She pressed their foreheads together, and held Delirium as she began to cry.

Part 1 Interlude

Earlier...

Sir Rushtian growled, an act he knew to be quite below his dignity as the descendant of the greatest primarch, Leman Russ. But he could not help himself when faced with the infuriating banality of the Administratum.

“We cannot authorize an escort flight at this time.” The administratum official explained. “All flights are devoted to bomber escort until the lines can be broken through.” His voice was flat in every measure.

“Then why are the bombers not flying, good sir? Tell me this.” Rushtian towered over the mortal man, peering through the lenses of his old corvus helm, trying to pierce into the functionary’s mind to see what made it fail to tick.

“All bomber flights are grounded until friendly fire can be minimized.” The official recited.

“I’m glad that is considered for once by you honorless curs, but I must ask, if the bombers do not fly, then why must all escorts be devoted to them? Speak, sir.”

“The enemy still has active air assets. We cannot risk sending out bombers without escort.”

Rushtian took a deep breath, reminding himself that he was not a young wolf, and had not been for a long time. “But the bombers are not flying. So the escorts can attend to other craft, like my Transports.”

“But then the bombers would be without escort. We cannot risk the Emperor’s property so recklessly.” The official explained this with the same flatness as he’d use to tell a mother she had lost all her sons and a private that he had used too much bog roll.

“BUT THE BOMBER’S ARE NOT FLYING YOU INGRATE! YOU POX UPON THE IMPERIUM! THEY FLY NOT HITHER NOR WHITHER!” Sir Rushtian thundered and bellowed. The Wolf Lord could be heard for a half mile in every direction as the vox speakers amplified his words.

The Administratum official showed no reaction, having grown calloused to such displays decades before. Everyone yelled at him eventually. “I do not make the rules sir, I only manage them to make sure proper protocols are followed.”

Rushtian felt a few of his venerable longfang brothers put their hands upon his pauldron to steady him, and restrain him if necessary. He dragged his chivalric composure back before speaking once more. “You are Exquimelus Gentici IV, correct?”

“Yes sir.”

“Your signature is on these particular protocols.” Sir Rushtian passed the dataslate, tapping on the official's own signature.

“Yes sir.”

“So you did make this rule.” Rushtian measured out his words with care, and felt his brothers shift closer to him just in case the leverage was needed.

“I suppose so sir.”

“So you can release the escort’s?”

“I only make the rules sir, I can’t make exceptions to them.”

Sir Rusftian turned and left before he slew one of the Emperor’s servants. The long fangs followed him, sighing with relief. Outside the tent waited his fifteen squires; blood claws all. The youngest of the Space Wolves, with hearts of fire not yet tempered by wisdom and patience. Though not even the old were too-tempered in the latter regard.

“Sir Rushtian, maybe we could lean on the pilots some, get them to take flight.” One blood claw suggested, to a few grunts of agreement among his packmates.

“Would love to see that administratum stool’s face at that.” Another added, to raucous laughter and some cheer.

“Nay. We shall do no such thing.” Rushtian held up his hands and shook his helmed head. “We are the sons of Russ, honorable warriors of the All Father. We tread only in a manner befitting us. But we shall not abandon our sisters either. Come my squires, raise your weapons.” Rushtian raised his thunder hammer high. The squires raised their chainswords. “If the sky will not have us then we shall do our duty by the foot. We shall be like the storms of Fenris, blowing away the traitors to the All Father. I, Sir Rushtian, descendant of Leman Russ, swear this! The lines shall break, and grant us passage to our waiting sisters. Shall ye all swear this with me?”

There were shouts of agreement and oath swearing. The raucous sound of revving chainswords drowned out the conversations of anyone within a hundred meters.

Rushtian laughed. “Very good! But we must take care that our enthusiasm does not disturb those other servants of the All Father as they do their duties. Even if I shamefully did so myself moments ago.” He coughed, and heard the long fangs chuckle amongst themselves.

The sound of hypersonic chains died down, replaced with laughter. The blood claws of the Space Wolf demi-company, the Wolf Knights, dispersed to spread the word; They were marching to battle. There was to be a breakthrough.

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