Jump 040: Warhammer 40k - Sororitas

Jump 040: Warhammer 40k - Sororitas

Location: Commorragh, M41
Age: 27
Identity: Orders Militant (Drop-In)
Drawbacks: [+1000] Not Your First Crusade, Extended Service, Commorragh, The Black Stain

[Free]      Sanctioned Xeno
[Free]      Litany of Hate
[Free]      Rotation with the Commissariat
[300/2000]  The Unforgiving Blade
[600/2000]  Soul Storm
[1000/2000] Bed Side Manner
[1600/2000] Divine Ministration
[2000/2000] Living Saint

Centuries after my last visit, Commorragh is still under the control of the Dark Eldar. Or well, mostly. Turns out that the twisted city-in-unreality is rather a bit bigger than expected, and without effective WMDs, it's slow going for Skynet to roll over and exterminate all of the xenos that populates it. Though it is happening, slowly, which is why there are also occasional daemonic invasions taking place.

Or at least, so I gather while I suffer being a prisoner among the knife-eared scum.

You see, I woke up in a cage, my head pounding, my fellow sisters likewise contained. And for three months... three miserable months... we were put through brutal tortures. Not every brutal torture you could imagine - I may not have been able to escape, but it was still within my power to play along while influencing things in certain directions, and arranging for most tragic accidents to occur when someone would try something particularly unpalatable toward us. But at the end of those three months, our salvation took not the form of the Imperium somehow sending a rescue to us, but instead chrome skeletons charging in and vaporizing everything that wasn't human in bursts of violet plasma.

Shortly thereafter, we were repatriated... and then the real trial began. Apparently the one responsible for my temporary imprisonment in Commorragh was one Miriael Sabathiel, who is bad news, to put it mildly. And while I would like to say I immediately dealt with that bitch, I instead had to keep up certain appearances as far as being a Sister of Battle - female body and the whole nine yards - and so I went along with everything that I was sent on. Having a string of highly successful assignments I was given more leeway, and when I further displayed abilities that were beyond the norm, I was considered a possible living saint and my duties adjusted accordingly. Short version: I ended up getting thrown into some of the worst pits that one could find in early M41. Sure, the Emperor was still around, but that just meant that things were a little calmer than one might consider normal, rather than everything being hunky-dory.

And toward the end of my stay, nearly twenty years later (shouldn't that have been ten?), I ran afoul of the bitch herself. You see, Sabathiel wasn't just a heretic, she was the only Sister of Battle who defected and lived to tell the tale. And in her time as an agent of the Ruinous Powers, found herself a favorite of Slaanesh. All things being equal, I would have curbstomped the slattern, but my actions had tipped the balance a few degrees. Enough to make a notable difference, enough that the Ruinous Powers knew who I was no matter what face I was wearing, as it turns out. (And wasn't that kind of her to tell me? It explained much.) And so Slaanesh empowered her thoroughly to try to force some sort of showdown.

We met in pitched battle on some planet that was being fought over by virtually everyone. I didn't take note of the name, but the whole thing seemed vaguely familiar. I ensured that my allies withdrew when things got too rough before the landscape started being blasted apart, but her allies still tried to engage. A pity they didn't have the protection she did - they were chaff on the wind in short order. Luckily, the Sisters on my side arranged for a withdrawal of the Imperium's forces, both Guard and Marines. But Miriael on the other hand... well. It was quite a fight.

Of course I cheated. Who the hell wants a fair fight? Nobody, that's who; you want a fight you can win. And with the help of precognition, I made sure I gated out a split second before the lances began striking the planet, incidentally glassing the continent and wiping out both the orks and chaos' forces. Sure, the Necrons made it away safely, but the portal to the Warp that opened for Miriael didn't close fast enough to save her from death.

So naturally I ran into her about a month later as an ascended daemon.

Slaanesh wasn't able to put her back together after she got run through with Ea, though.