Sister Riota
By: Damien Smy
It had been two days since the last contact with the Eldar, and Riota, a Veteran Sister Superior in the Order Of Our Martyred Lady, a veteran and survivor of countless battles against heretics, heathens, aliens, and unbelievers. Here, where it mattered most, the sentry post, she was afraid.
"You old fool," She muttered to herself, "you have a lot to give thanks for." She started to remeniss about her childhood with the other orphans and rejects of her society. They were about twelve years old when a strange, tall lady in a beautiful suit of black armour approached her group as they huddled together to keep their young clothless bodies as warm and dry as possible.
"Come with me and you will find love, warmth, clothes, faith, and guidance." The armoured lady said with a kindness that the girls hadn't heard before.... Her thoughts were interrupted by an alarm klaxon and dozens of female voices ringing out in alarm, and then the voice of forty bolters firing into the darkness, a Sister Superior approached her with a stern look on her face.
"Ma'am?" The female warrior asked tentatively. "The Eldar have attacked the north wall, killing four Battle Sisters, and severely wounding the Sister Superior in command of them. We have driven them back into the forest before lack of light prevented us from further pursuit, in case it was a trap.
"There is light damage to the north wall, but, nothing we won't be able to fix at first light. I have ordered that searchlights be trained on the forest edge and at any indication of another attack to be notified immediately and any appropriate action taken."
"Thank you Ellen, I am impressed with the way you have been handling yourself and the Sisters under your command," Riota replied. "Now back to your post and send a report every hour."
"Yes Ma'am." The response came from a rapidly disappearing Ellen. Dawn came without further disturbance, around midday a large force of Eldar mounted on jetbikes assaulted the base of the Adepta Sororitas. The fighting was fierce, both sides inflicted heavy casualties on each other, then abruptly the jetbikers pulled away and sped over the forest.
Almost an hour later the remaining forces of the Adepta Sororitas came under assault by land forces, they were quickly overwhelmed.
Veteran Sister Superior Riota, commander of this small outpost lay in a bloodied heap in her bedchambers, after taking several body shot from the strafing jetbikers. As the Eldar were trying to break open her door she let her eyes close and a smile creep onto her face as she remembered the voice of sweetness that brought her and her friends from naked, raped begger girls, to the proud warriors of the Imperial Ecclesiarchy. She never knew whether the Eldar found any survivors, she died as they broke through the door.
The first fluff story this site has recieved since starting up is a rather interesting, but yet short, story. Not only does it leave me, and possibly you, wondering, "What are they fighting for? Whill the base be liberated?" and all those other wonderful questions which always warrant a re-write. Good job Damo.
-Banjo-
4 out of 5
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