Game 2: Sisters of Battle Try to Retake the Armory

**Martyred Maidens of Mystranda**

The immolation flamers washed over the surrounding chaos
spawn as Cannoness Mystranda led her forces from the safety of her Armored Personnel
Carrier. “Cannoness Cyndra, Inquisitor Coteaz, do you see that up in the
distance, about 3 clicks out?” she radioed to the 2 other APCs accompanying
hers.

“It can’t be,” Cyndra replied. “This planet was abandoned
over three centuries ago by the Imperium. How does the statue of the Emperor
still stand strong, despite the Chaos that has overwhelmed this planet?”

“Do not let your faith in the Emperor waiver, Cyndra. His
might extends well beyond whatever our mere mortal minds can imagine. May his
presence guide us through this sea of death.” The APCs continued to roll over
and through the mangled flesh and warped minds of the chaos spawn beneath them.
“What do you make of this omen, Coteaz? You’ve stayed awfully quiet.”

“We’ve been on this purging campaign for over 4 years now
and we have yet to come across any intact imperium artifacts. While I
appreciate your faith in the Emperor, we musn’t let our guard down. There must
be some reason wh- “

The transmission from Coteaz was cut short, only to be
followed up by Sister Malkma patching in from Coteaz’s APC. “Mystranda and Cyndra,
Coteaz has fallen silent mid-sentence and his eyes have gone white!” Distracted
by the sudden change in Coteaz’s status, Mystranda was too focused on
re-establishing communications to notice the chaos spawn around them start to
thin. Suddenly, just as quickly as Coteaz’s speech was cut short, it returned.

“HUUUUUAHHHHHHHH” Coteaz gasped, as if surfacing for air after
being under water. “I heard…a…a scream. Something has been uncovered, and I
fear it is more powerful than any artifact I have ever sensed. I couldn’t comprehend
what it said, but its power was immense” He paused, peering through the slots
in his APC. “Just as I suspected. Any being with any connection to the warp *must*
have felt that scream. It was just *too* powerful.” The line fell silent
again.

“What exactly did you sense, Coteaz?” asked Cyndra?

“I don’t know, but may the Emperor help us get to it first.
Whatever it is, it is incredibly powerful and, if it finds its way into the
wrong hands, I fear it would be catastrophic.”

“And so the Emperor guides us,” Mystranda chimed in. “It is
no coincidence that we have come across this great testament to the Emperor at
the same time you witnessed that scream. And whatever the Emperor may wish, is
my command.” The chaos spawn around them had thinned out at this point, and the
immolation flamers reduced the remaining spawn around them to ashes. “This is Cannoness
Mystranda to Starship Craterous, please send Landing Craft down for APC
extraction.”

“Roger that Cannoness Msytranda, Landing Craft are inbound.
Extraction time, 1 minute 47 seconds.”

“Coteaz, you said the scream was strong. Could you sense
where it came from?” asked Msytranda.

“I can’t say for sure, but I know its close to Astheneia
system, on the other side of the sector. We’ll need to make a warp jump to the
edge of the system. From there I should be able to get a better sense of the psychic
energy. Plus, I’m sure that this scream has attracted the attention of many other
psychers. Once we are closer, I have no doubts I will sense their presence.”

The Landing Craft hovered gently above the APCs, before the
robotic arms descended, latching onto each APC, and lifting it into the chassis
of the Landing Craft. A moment later, the APCs were gone from the surface of
this long-forgotten imperium stronghold.

With the Landing Craft safely aboard Starship Craterous,
Cannoness made the call: “Starship Commander Finckley, our destination has
changed. Lightspeed to the Astheneia system!”

“Aye aye, Mystranda. For the Emperor!” replied Finckley.

“May our faith guide us closer,” muttered Mystranda. “For
the Emperor!” she cheered!