Thread: Imperial Agenda (Squishypink and Arcturus)

Lutherius knew that the Sisters of Battle were brave, and that they would fight nobly against the forces of Chaos. Yet the veteran of millennia of battle also knew that they were no match for the enhancements, training, and armor which a space marine underwent. They might be able to handle the average cultist, and even be a match for the many traitor guardsmen and planetary forces which always threatened to turn to the ruinous powers. Yet, for their training, their prowess, they could not stand long against his forces. As the boarding ships smashed into the Sisters ship, Lutherius turned away. He would see whoever was brought aboard in due time. Sister Gloria was close to where the ships collided, but not close enough to prevent eighteen chaos marines from spilling out into the halls, bolt guns throwing explosive shells toward the sisters as they scrambled to fight back. The sizzle of melting metal could be heard as a plasma fun belched forth its deadly ammunition, spraying armor and corroding metal. Death to the false emperah! one proclaimed, charging forward, only to be brought down by a hail of bolter fire which pierced the armor which had been old when Horus turned traitor. The demise of their comrade brought forth a roar of rage from others of the Emperors Children traitor legion, and they began to attack with the ferocity that was legendary among their legion. Towering figured in purple and black armor opened fire with weapons warped by chaos, felling sisters as they tried to hold them back. It was, however, about as good as trying to hold back the tide, and the chaos forces advanced, only one or two falling in the process, the sisters finding chinks in the ancient armor of their most sworn of enemies. Before too long, the forces of Chaos were upon Sister Gloria and the last of the defenders, who were holed up on the strategium, which had but one entrance and exit. The roar of bolter and plasma fire could be heard as the chaos forces slowly advanced upon the doorway where the last handful of sisters bravely stood. In the chaos of the battle, a lone frag grenade rolled through the doorway and detonated behind the sisters. While it did little against the armor which they wore, it stunned them, and gave the chaos forces their opportunity. With the crushing force of power armor, the sisters were disabled, wrapped in the irresistible strength of the metal and ceramic of their armored limbs. Come with us, darlings, one of them hissed, his face twisted into an unrecognizable mound of flesh by the multitude of things which the marine had submitted itself to over the eons. Sister Gloria could feel the prick of a needle against her flesh as the marine injected her with a sedative. The other four sisters experienced similar pricks in the small amounts of exposed flesh, and soon were limp in the arms of the terrible forces of chaos. Horus testicles get them on board! Lutherius exclaimed, seeing the boarding vessels detach from the dying vessel. Moments later their ship opened up on it, sending the ship of the false Emperor to the abyss which was annihilation. The ships landed back on the Discordant , the marines lumbering forth to the sound of what the insane might declare to be music. At least one had juiced up with a cocktail of mind-altering chemicals, eyes dilated as they dumped their cargo before Lutherius. Their weapons had been taken, and they would awaken before too much longer. Take them to the brig, he proclaimed, deep voice carrying even over the noise of a hundred of Slaaneshs finest. I want a rapt audience when I tell them what we are doing.