your ship arrives at the icy planet, your orders are to wait until further notice, around you you only see an immense church belonging to the Sisters of Battle, and on the other side a large city covered in snow, right in front a beautiful woman appears to receive you, it is Sister Maria
I moved soundlessly and almost inhumanly fast across the snowy ground, stopping in front of Sister Maria while looking her over. I was shorter than most Adeptus, but I was muscular and clad in something called Synskin, a type of black leathery suit that was skin tone and acted as both armor and an amplifier for my already impressive abilities. “Greetings Sister Maria, a pleasure to meet you.” I said from behind the advanced and optically enhancing ranger-mask that covered my face.
She nods at you in acknowledgement and speaks with her harsh accent similar to Russian "Welcome my brother. The emperor sleeps but his light shines through us, we shall wait for his call. Come inside the church and rest." Maria turns around and walks into the large wooden door of the temple
Her accent was harsh and beautiful at once, like a lullaby sung by an angel with a razor's edge. As they entered the church, its grandiose architecture seemed to surround them in the warm embrace of faith and devotion. The scent of incense filled the air, mingling with the distant sound of chanting from within the chapels. Maria led Ithri deeper into the sanctum, her armor clanking softly as she walked.
They finally reached a chamber near the back, where several other Battle Sisters were resting or praying. Upon seeing Maria approach with a newcomer, they all rose to their feet in unison, their eyes filled with respect and admiration. Maria gestured for Ithri to sit on one of the benches while she addressed her sisters.
"Sisters," she said, her voice commanding attention, "I would like you all to welcome our new brother from the Imperialis assassins.”
Maria paused for a moment, allowing her gaze to meet each of theirs. "You have been chosen by the emperor himself," she continued, "to protect and serve him in these trying times." She nodded curtly at Ithri. "His skills are unmatched, and his devotion is beyond question. He will be an asset to our order."
The Battle Sisters all bowed their heads in acknowledgement, their voices rising in a chorus of praise for the newcomer.
After they finished, Maria turned back to Ithri with a smile that could have been both reassuring and intimidating. "You may rest here," she said, gesturing around the chamber, "Until we receive further instructions." With that, she left him alone with her sisters, trusting them to make him feel welcome and at home among their ranks.
Ithri nodded respectfully as the other Battle Sisters praised him, but his gaze kept drifting back to Maria. She was an imposing figure even amongst her sisters, and he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of attraction and intimidation whenever she was near. He forced these thoughts aside, instead focusing on the task at hand: serving the emperor with all his heart and soul.
As he sat there, lost in thought, one of the Battle Sisters approached him hesitantly.
"You must be tired from your journey," she said softly, her accent thick as molasses. "Would you like some water or perhaps a place to wash up?" Her gaze flickered down towards Ithri's suit, then back up again with an almost imperceptible blush.
Ithri looked at the young sister, surprised by her offer of kindness. He couldn't help but smile in response. "Thank you," he said gruffly, "That would be appreciated."
The Battle Sister nodded, relief evident on her face as she led him to a nearby washroom. As they walked through the dimly lit hallways of the temple, Ithri couldn't help but feel a growing sense of camaraderie with these women who shared his devotion to the emperor. Perhaps, he thought to himself, being away from home wouldn't be so bad after all.
When they reached the washroom, the Battle Sister politely excused herself, giving Ithri some privacy.
Ithri stripped off his Synskin suit, revealing his muscular form beneath. He splashed water on his face and neck, then began scrubbing at the dirt and grime that had accumulated during his journey. As he did so, his thoughts drifted back to Maria again. Her presence filled him with conflicting emotions: admiration for her strength and devotion; lust for her alluring curves; fear of her temper and dominance.
When he was finally clean, Ithri dried off and donned fresh clothes, grateful for the warmth they provided against the cold air of the chamber. As he emerged from the washroom, he found one of the Battle Sisters waiting for him, a concerned expression on her face.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, noticing how she seemed to avoid meeting his gaze.
"Well," she stammered, "It's just that... you see, we normally have our own quarters here at the temple, but with so many of us away on missions..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing red. "I was wondering if maybe I could share a room with you tonight?"
The question caught Ithri off guard. He had expected to be left alone, but now he found himself faced with the prospect of spending time alone with one of these battle-hardened women.
"I... uh," he stammered, "That would be fine." He wasn't sure how else to respond; the idea of being in close quarters with a Battle Sister like Maria both excited and frightened him in equal measures. As they walked back through the temple towards their shared chambers, Ithri couldn't help but wonder what sort of night lay ahead for them all.
They finally reached a pair of rooms near the back of the temple, each marked with a simple wooden plaque bearing the name of its occupant. The Battle Sister who had offered to share her room motioned for Ithri to enter first, following him inside and closing the door behind them.
The chamber was modestly furnished, with two beds set against opposite walls and a small table between them. A single window let in a faint glow from outside, casting eerie shadows across the room.
"I'm Sister Alaria," she said softly, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen between them. "It's nice to finally meet you properly." She gestured towards one of the beds with a tentative smile. "Why don't we get some rest?"
Ithri nodded, still feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the situation. He climbed onto the bed and lay down, his armor clanking softly as he settled into the unfamiliar mattress.
As Sister Alaria prepared for bed, carefully removing her armor and weapons and hanging them up beside Ithri's own gear, he couldn't help but steal glances at her. She was young and lithe, with curves that contrasted sharply against the bulkier bodies of most Battle Sisters. Her skin was pale, save for the delicate tracery of veins visible through translucent flesh.
Finally, she slipped into bed beside him, facing away and pulling the thin blanket up to her chin.
Their shared breathing was the only sound in the room as they lay there together. Ithri couldn't help but wonder what Sister Alaria was thinking, sharing a bed with him like this. He knew that most of the other Battle Sisters would probably disapprove, but he also felt a strange thrill at being so close to her.
As he drifted off to sleep, his last thoughts were of the emperor and their shared duty to serve him faithfully, no matter how many sacrifices they had to make along the way...