Thread: Sisters of Heresy {The Interpid Wanderer n' ForeverM}

Only the most extremist of scholars would say that what happened next had been the young and scarcely tested Cannoness Commander's God-Emporer hearing or plea so late at night within that holy place of worship. As Cannones Preceptor Therese Sudener was hardly as pious as those sorts, and also had no means of knowing those desperate prayers for guidance had been made, would not have said that it was some divine work by a immobilized father figure sitting upon the most advanced life-support system that the tech-priests had ever devised. No, instead she would be far more practical if ever asked as to what events brought her there, as practicality was one of the trademark habits of the Preceptor, and say that there were but a few very simple factors that had brought her there that night. The first was the duty of an officer to the women under her command, arriving at that particular Commandry only a few hours prior that evening, and her bodyguards had ensured a minimum to-do of her arrival if only to ensure a few hours of peace before the next day's chaos of inspection. The second was -- something she would not have been able to put in to words until after that night. In fact, for many nights after, but she still was aware of it. A word on the tip of her tongue, impossible to determine at the time. Having stripped of her armor after being shown to her quarters for the duration of her stay, Preceptor Therese had instead opted for the simple robes that her order chose to wear when not arming themselves for battle. She didn't wear the ranks, awards, or other markers that might make her stand out amongst the Sisters around her. The few that were still within the halls of the Commandry were either too new to recognize her as she was now, or they were seeing her from too great a distance to sufficiently recognize that it was their senior officer who walked the halls amongst them. It was the way she preferred it, especially prior to a unit-wide inspection of the troops under her command, and so she was left in relative peace. A state of existance that often seemed quite foreign to her. An old unit graced by a new commander was something which, in a way, she was not looking forward to, but there had been good news. This was no love-child of an Inquisitor, elevated to her position before the forces of Chaos had even had time to lay a scuff on her armor. She had been able to prove herself capable enough that the order of promotion had come down from above even the Preceptory-level. It would be interesting to see. Stepping in to the chapel, the tall, ivory-skinned commander ran a hand across ebony bangs. Her hair was down to her waist, tied in a seemingly simple-looking French braid. Her robes were identical to the last of the Sisters who she had seen file away for the night. All save one. It didn't take anything for battle-hardened and sharp eyes to detect the fiery red-haired figure in the corner by herself. She was in seclusion, it appeared, and possibly deep in prayer. Still -- an interesting person, perchance? As silent as bare feet allowed, she approached. At a respectful distance, Therese paused, and listened. She heard no utterance of prayer, only the steady breaths of a woman seemingly deep within her own thoughts. Satisfied that she wasn't soon to be accused of sacrelage, she approached, and eased herself gently on to the bench a short distance from her fellow warrior. She lingered there a moment before she broke the otherwise peaceful silence. I find -- She began, -- that the Hall is always peaceful. Don't you? She did not look to the Sister beside her, looking up to the altar of the God-Emporer at it's prestigious point in the front and center of the Hall, A place to rest your soul. Your mind. I've always found solace from my Sisters in such a place of worship. Now she looked to the young woman, a soft, and almost somehow consoling smile upon her face, Would you not agree, Sister.