>>5792254
>>“How involved are the Anathema Psykana in the grand scheme of the Imperium? Politic wise.”
We're back. That's one stressed looking girl.

>>5792254
>“How involved are the Anathema Psykana in the grand scheme of the Imperium? Politic wise.”

>>5792254
>“How involved are the Anathema Psykana in the grand scheme of the Imperium? Politic wise.”

>>5792829
>>5792374
>>5792580

Counted

You led Sister Asurma to your office. What was once a hollow room, data slates and parchments nestled in. Asurma sat stiffly across from your desk as you poured amasec on a glass cup.

“How involved are the Anathema Psykana in the grand scheme of the Imperium? Politics wise.”

Another blank gaze before a brief answer. Her hands were on her thighs, and not once did she touch the cup. It was difficult to tell if her shoulders were tense due to her armor.

‘Scarce.’

“A bit more descriptive if you can.”

She briefly paused.

‘We are scattered, forgotten, hunting with little assistance. We are pariahs, we have no place in politics until there is a threat that only we can dispatch.’

You put down your amasec glass.

“Did you know who Inquisitor Callous was?”

‘No, I was surprised when he arrived, even more so when I heard the Somnus Citadel was being repaired.’

“I see…”

You lean back on your chair.

‘If I may, can I ask you a question?’

“Of course.”

‘Why did you accept this task?’

“I was ordered to.”

‘But you gave more effort than I thought, knowing how your master sees us as abominations.’

>“Again, I was ordered to.”
>“The Imperium is in a turbulent time, we need all the help we can get.”
>Write-in

>>5793290
>“The Imperium is in a turbulent time, we need all the help we can get.”

>>5793290
>“The Imperium is in a turbulent time, we need all the help we can get.”

>>5793290
>>“The Imperium is in a turbulent time, we need all the help we can get.”

>>5794191
>>5794005
>>5793477

Counted

“The Imperium is in a turbulent time, we need all the help we can get.”

‘We are small in numbers.’

“True. However, your people possess abilities that no one else does. With how Cadia’s fate has yet to be known and the galaxy deepening in the fires of war, it is time for the Imperium to focus on survival.”

‘When you say help, you speak as if we are outside of the Imperium.’

“That is not what I said.”

‘We have been, are we not?’

Are all Anathema Psykana this cynical or something?

The fluorescent light above casted a shadow on Asurma’s face. Despite having wrinkles and signs of age, she looked more elegant and dignified than old. Her unwavering gaze carried a pressure that you see in veteran combatants.

“Sister Asurma, you speak the truth. The Imperium has abandoned the Anathema Psykana. For that, you have my apology.”

‘This is not to chastise you but it is a concern. There are those who are against our revival is there not?’

“There is, but there are those who wish to see the Anathema Psykana return to their full strength.”

‘Follow me.’

You walk alongside the sister through the docks. The people recoil at her sight, even the tech priests who shed most of their humanity away. Their eyes squint in disgust, mouths twist into scowls, though they do their best to hide it, their discomfort was obvious. You follow her to a quiet corner.

‘I have a request, if we truly are needed as you said the Anathema Psykana needs your support.’

>“And you will have it.”
>“What will I gain from this? This isn’t a light decision for me to make.”
>“This is something I cannot make now, Sister Asurma.”
>Write in

>>5794365
>“And you will have it.”
Question has Guilliman been resurrected yet and is going to Terra or is he still in stasis?

>>5794365
>“What will I gain from this? This isn’t a light decision for me to make.”

>>5794365
>>“And you will have it.”
>>“What will I gain from this? This isn’t a light decision for me to make.”

>>5794365
>“And you will have it.”

>>5795210
>>5794886
One vote only anon
>>5794864
That is something I can't reveal yet.

>>5795899
>
votes counted btw

“And you will have it. In return, I expect the same.”

‘What can we offer what you already don’t have?’

“Skills that only the Anathema Psykana has.”
You extend your hand to Sister, she however, did not look convinced by your counter offer. The old yet fierce eyes squinted toward you. Even with the wrinkles folding around her eyes, you were certain her age has yet to catch her.

‘We are not assassins.’

“I never said you are. But supporting Anathema Psyakana is a dangerous position, I cannot help without assistance on your end.”

‘That includes being sucked into politics.’

You understood her wariness. The Anathema Psykana had little if not absolutely no political power. Entering the political arena would be a dangerous gamble, no matter how little they involve themselves in.

>“Being reconstructed will bring the Anathema Psykana into politics.”
>“You cannot expect support without being supported back, Sister.”
>“Very well, I won’t involve your order if I can’t help it.”
>Write-in

>>5796175
>“You cannot expect support without being supported back, Sister.”

>>5796175
>“Being reconstructed will bring the Anathema Psykana into politics.”
If I remember the Custodes before the Great Rift was bringing Sister of Silences back to Terra so if we could get the support of the Custodes in our effort that would create a good enough political for the shield Anathema Psykana.

>>5796175
>“You cannot expect support without being supported back, Sister.”
Newbie in /qst/, where can I look at the backstory of this?

>>5796175
>“You cannot expect support without being supported back, Sister.”

>>5796360
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Undersecretary%20Quest

>>5796417
>>5796360
>>5796218

Counted

“You cannot expect support without being supported back, Sister. Regardless of having my help or not, we both serve the Emperor in the end. Of course, you will be given the Administratum’s assistance. Whether you want my personal connections and backing is your choice”

There was a brief pause. Sister Asurma stared at your hand as if poison coated it.

‘I will need time to think. Such decision is something I cannot make now.’

You retraced your hand.

“That’s understandable.”

The tour of the hab colonies was quick, seeing how most rooms were the same. Only attention the hab colonies required was the installation of living qualities such as water and electricity. Back in your office, you began to organize the parchments so Asurma can have an overview of the citadel.

“Pardon my intrusion, Undersecretary.”

The inquisitor entered your office, despite the tired eyes his expression seemed lightened, most likely glad that this affair is almost over.

“Inquisitor. Please, take a seat if you’d like.”

“I will be brief.” The Inquisitor said. “First, thank you for your effort. It must have been difficult to get much done in a short time.”

“I live to serve the Imperium.” You said tepidly. “Is there anything else?”

“I’m aware High Lord Haemotalion is against the Anathema Psykana. If possible, will you let me know if there will be any opposition from him?”

“You want me to spy on him.”

“Yes.” The Inquisitor nodded.

>Yes [Write-in]
>No [Write-in]
>“That is an answer I cannot give you. Not yet.”

>>5796633
>“That is an answer I cannot give you. Not yet.”

>>5796633
>“That is an answer I cannot give you. Not yet.”

>>5796633
>“That is an answer I cannot give you. Not yet.”

>>5796633
>>“That is an answer I cannot give you. Not yet.”

>>5797744
>>5797438
>>5797134
>>5796777

Counted

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Breathe in. Breathe out.

“That is an answer I cannot give you. Not yet.”

“You know that the Imperium is in peril. Haemotalion stands in our way.”

“Our?” Your eyes flick toward the Inquisitor. “My concern has always been for the Imperium. Just because we have our interests aligned does not make us allies.”

“But our interest does align.”

“Yes, but you cannot suddenly ask for me to spy on the man who mentored me for all my life.”

You rub your temples, the blooming scent of amasec did not help your headache. Neither did the fluorescent light, you were getting rather sick of that pale light and the walls.

You bend your head back, and finish the glass of amasec then fix your gaze at the Inquisitor. “I. Need. Time.”

The Inquisitor nodded. “Very well. Again, I thank you for your service here. Good day.”

“Are you leaving now?”

“I am, there is much work to be done.”

You spent the rest of the time in your office. Asurma would be the new ‘Sister Commander’ of the citadel, and there were much that you didn’t uncover in time. You snuggled into your bed and closed your eyes. Sleep soon came.

Thunk.

Thunk..

Thunk…

BLAM!

You shot out of your bed. Between you and the door, all you heard was absolute pandemonium. Bolter fire, las fire, and horrifying screeches and wet squelches. The door opened. Behind the skiitari was pandemonium. Daemons.

“Priority target located.” The skiitari said icily. “Extracting priority target.”

Without asking the skiitari grabbed you by your waist and hefted you over his shoulder followed by two more skitarris. He tossed you into a small storage room.

“Ow!”

“Stay here. Your location is now marked. Do not leave.”

“Hey wai-”

The door shut on its own.

>Try to get out
>Stay silent
>Bang on the door to get someone to get you out
>Write-in

>>5798243
>>Write-in
Get on the vox and demand an explanation

>>5798702
+1

Aren't you the same QM from >>5766180?

>>5798702
Support

>>5798829
Yes, he is

>>5798895
>>5798702
>>5798759

Counted

It was luck that you snatched your personal vox before being carried away. You huddle in a corner, surrounded by cleaning agents, brooms and mops. The sound of the battle raged on, the ghastly squawks of unknown creatures echoed. Time to time the door would be pounded, accompanied by either an inhuman gnash or a scream.

You turn on your personal vox.

Static.

“Come in.Anyone? Come in!”

Static

You back yourself further into the corner. All you could do was wait, and block your ears to muffle out the sound outside. Minutes? Hours? Fear numbed the senses in your mind. Why did this have to happen to you? You close your eyes shut. Eventually, the noises stopped. Yet, the door did not open. You press your ear to the cold metal door.

Nothing.

You hear a heavy thunk on the door. Then, a knock.

“H-Help… me.”

Then a slam against the door.

“For the love of Terra, open the door!”

Something did not make sense… How did they know you were here? Did the skiitari tell others you were here maybe?

>Open the door
>Keep the door closed
>Ask a question (write-in)

>>5799012
>>Open the door

>>5799012
>Open the door

>>5799012
>Keep the door closed

>>5799012
>Open the door

>>5799012
>>Open the door

>>5801108
>>5800277
>>5800096
>>5800001

Counted, behind door number one is...

With all the sound that disappeared, the fighting must be over. You open the door, and see a corpse at the door. You dare not touch it, instead you walked over it. Your eyes widen at the scene. Carnage. There was nothing but carnage. You look away from the corpses, piled on one another. Skiitari, guardsmen, even astartes… all now chunk of meat. You cup your nose. A rancid sour smell assaulted your nostrils.

And the Silenc. The eerie, unnatural, silence. No electric hum of the machine, the dull thunk of the moving mechanism, not even a rustle.

“Ew ew ew ew…”

Your illness chose the worst time to arrive. Pressure constricted your lungs, breathing reduced to slow, drawn out wheezes. Emperor’s might, is this how battlefields look like? All the reports, lost of men, supplies, vehicles, to you they were numbers.

“Emperor’s light.”

To avoid seeing the bodies you might as well walk blindly. Your high heel allowed you to avoid the pools of blood that slowly seeped into every corners. You tried to avoid looking at the corpses at first but gave up after nearly tripping by stepping on a dead guardsman.

“S-Sorry.”

You couldn’t help but to apologize. Then you heard a distant weapon fire. Not las, there was no hiss. Not a bolter, too light and not enough echo. Something between a las and plasma. Galvanic. The sound grew close… closer and then-

“Ma’am we found her!”

From the corner you saw a squad of skiitari, Satine, karskin and stormtroopers led by Asurma. What were those… grey things?

That’s a daemon?

“Gather around her!”

The combatant surrounded you, and the daemon seemed to back away, as if they saw something repugnant. They retreated.

“The light-shutter, secure the shuttle!” A guardsman said. “We must go quickly!”

Asurma grabbed you by the arms and pulled you and you blindly follow. Inside the metal frames, you see the men harrowed and haggard save for the lone skitarii. You could guess what happened to the rest. The men began to turn the ship’s power.

>“What happened?”
>“What happened to the astartes?”
>“Those were daemons? They look nothing like what I’ve read!”
>Write-in

>>5801381
>“What happened?”

>>5801381
>“What happened?”
Well, our protag is a blank or a null.

>>5801381
>>“What happened?”

>>5801381
>“What happened?”

>>5801756
>>5802147
>>5802186
>>5802367

Counted

“What. Happened?”

Pressure continued to constrict your lungs, as if a metal brick was placed on top of your lungs. Breathe in, wheeze, then breathe out, another wheeze. Each breath was squeezed out stubbornly.

“A daemon incursion. They appeared from nowhere, there should not been any influences that would bring them here.” Satine said. “We are safe. For now.”

“Good…”

Fire, hot chunky fire spread across your body. From heart to stomach.

“Your internal temperature is increasing.”

“I’m fine. Let’s just.” You wring out your exhale. “Go.”

“Powering up the engine.”

The transport shook.

“Damn it something’s—”

“Daemons!”

The cockpit window showed the gray monsters again. A vague form of grey that pressed itself against the windows. The spotless tendrils that were shaped like rimless pipes. The details were so barren, nothing like the reports of daemon colored red or blue.

“Her internal temperature is fluctuating.”

“What does that even mean?” A guardsman asked. “And they’re not breaking the windows…’

“Are you doing this?” A stormtrooper said.

The sister shook her head, then looked back at you. Your vision diluted, what was once clear the edges softened. Everything started to blur, the world began to darken. You now see a world, men in white lab coats in a metal room.

>Tap on the glass
>Try to move
>Try to say something

>>5802670
>>Tap on the glass

>>5802670
>Tap on the glass

>>5802670
>>Try to move

>>5802670
>Tap on the glass

>>5804082
>>5803003
>>5802866
Counted

When you extended your arm, instead of the slender limbs and well manicured hands, a smaller and stubby arm extended. No wait. That’s how your arms always are. Regardless, you tapped on the glass, well you tried only to realize your arms were too short. These were not your hands, neither were these legs. You watch a man in white lab coat approach. Despite the sagging black bags under his eyes he still smiled.

“Subject five-five-five-three is rather lively.” The man said.

Another man arrived next to him. “She’s kicking, how old is she now?”

“About twenty two weeks old. No anomalies so far…”

“Well don’t put too much hope on her.”

“I won’t.”

You open your eyes. The choking scent of incense roused you to sit up. Candles instead of fixed lights, machines with webs of wiring, and a red robed man who is half machine than flesh. Finally, you were back in reality.

“You are awake, I will fetch the medicae.”

“You there, where am I?”

“You are inside the critical care medicae room of the Adepta Sororitas, Sister Amadeus.”

“It’s Undersecretary.”

“My apologies. I will now find the medicae to check your symptoms.”

You sit up. Minimalist interior greeted you. Gray walls, hard floor, and the medicine scent in the room all felt familiar. Nothing like your home stacked with decadence. The rows of bed and the desk attached to the wall across with medical tools, you really were in a convent. It’s been a long time since then.

>Walk around and exit the room, down the memory lane so to speak
>Wait for the sister
>Call for a novice for some water

>>5804569
>Walk around and exit the room, down the memory lane so to speak

>>5804569
>>Call for a novice for some water

>>5804569
>Walk around and exit the room, down the memory lane so to speak

>>5805253
>>5804855

Counted

You yawn, then stretch your limbs. On a chair was a neatly folded robe along with a note.

If you must move or see some business here, dress into the habit correctly. You are still a Sister of Battle. Do not cause any trouble for any sisters either. If you are still here past two, join me for prayer, after that you and I need to talk.

-Testatus

Thought of the day: A mind without purpose will wander in dark places.

You roll your eyes and sneer. Great. She was here. Even without the name that impeccable almost servitor-like penmanship made it obvious. Your unfurl the habit and dress up. Ugh, the coif was always tight around your face.

“I hate habits…”

Convent Martyr. Convent meant either the Convent Sanctorum, located at Ophelia VII and Convent Prioris, located in Terra. The other definition of convent referred to a building, not quite a fortress and not quite a barrack. A school with fortress qualities, then again, what building didn’t have fortress qualities of a militant organization?

“Spiritu dominatus, domine, libra nos. From the lighting and the tempest, Our Emperor, deliver us. From plague, temptation and war, Our Emperor, deliver us. From the scourge of the Kraken, Our Emperor, deliver us.”

You walk past the fresh novices walking in two columns, dressed in all black robe with the hood taken back. You were a bit younger when you were inducted, it has been a long time since then. You saw the pious yet proud novitiates walking either alone or following a battle sister. The halls were quiet yet still bustling with activities. You’re up, you might as well look around.

>Go to the training yard
>Go to the courtyard
>Wander the halls
>Write-in

>>5805879
>>Go to the training yard

>>5805879
>Wander the halls

>>5805879
>>Go to the courtyard

>>5805879
>Wander the halls

>>5807060
>>5805924
Counted

The chant of the Emperor echoed. Be it the main halls, a corner far from the central hub, the haunting yet beautiful praise of the Emperor reached everywhere. Maybe there was a lesson in there somewhere. The steel toe and heel of your shoes clacked against the stone floor. As expected, the building and the classrooms and facilities locations did not change. Few things change for the Adepta Sororitas after all.

The archways remained the same, so did the architecture and even the scent of the candles. The sisters and novices walked stiffly, hands together at a chest level. Not all convents were like this, it’s only because the novice and the novitiates are here that the strictness was higher. You did the same, but without a reason for walking around.

“Come, novices. Do not wander and stay close.”

Other than Schola Progenium, Convent Martyr was your second home. When Haemotalion and Ecclesiarch Deacis XXIII made a some kind of deal, your fate was sealed to become a Sister of Battle, minus the battle part.

“Excuse me sister.”

A random sister called you out.

“Yes?”

“Sister Testatus has been called for a staff meeting, we need another sister to demonstrate unarmed combat and need another volunteer.”

“Hold I ca-”

“Come along sister.”

The sister grabbed you by your wrist and dragged you along. You would say something, if not for the fact that the sister walked so fast you had to focus on keeping up the pace. By the time you arrive at the classroom, sweat drenched the thick fabric. Standing in front of hundreds of novices, you just realized you were standing on top of a matt.

“Now where were we? Ah yes. I believe I’ve explained the technique now the demonstration.”

“Demonstration? Wait a minute you don’t mean—”

Before you knew it, you were seeing the ceiling of the room. The air in your lungs hacked out, and just about everything was paralyzed in deep pain.

“There we go, and that is how you perform the yudoe throw. The basics of the basics. Sister? It’s time to get up. Sister?”

>Stay on the matt, you don’t have the strength to get up
>Try to get up, Emperor willing
>“I need a hand, sister…”

>>5807775
>>“I need a hand, sister…”

>>5807775
>“I need a hand, sister…”
Does this take place in the past or present?

>>5807775
>“I need a hand, sister…”

>>5807929
Yes

>>5807929
present

>>5807929
>>5807823
>>5807949

Counted

You raise your arm, world still spinning around you.

“A hand, sister?”

“Oh don’t be such a hoot, we have thirty more to go!”

You let out a whimper.

“Sister, are you alright?”

“No. No I am not.” Your lungs squeezed out a breath. “Please help me get up.”

“Are you serious?”

“What is the meaning of this?”

Another sister approached, one that looked far older with white hair. As the other sister helped you up the old sister grabbed your chin and raised your head. The black lipsticked lips pursed down as she inquisitively inspected your face. You whip your head away from her hand, which seemed to specially offend her but did not act further.

“I don’t recognize your face.” She looked down at your standard habit. “You wear the habit of the sister of battle yet I do not know you. Identify yourself.”

“I am Undersecretary Amadeus.”

You managed to stand with your own feet and dusted off your robes.

“Amadeus? Undersecretary? Ah yes, I remember you now. I heard from Testatus you have come here for… well I’m sure she can tell you that later. Until then you’ll follow me without objection. It will not be manual labor either so do not worry. Carry on.”

“Yes, Sister Superior.”

You followed the Sister Superior to a classroom. The Sister seemed to be teaching…

>Language, specifically of Xenos kind. They must be the selected cantuses to be inducted into Ordo Dialogus.
>Inner workings of nobles, and you see the familiar Sister you met at Erwin V, when you arrested Prefect Song.
>History of the Adepta Sororitas, specifically San Leor… where it all began.

>>5808302
>>Inner workings of nobles, and you see the familiar Sister you met at Erwin V, when you arrested Prefect Song.

>>5808302
>Language, specifically of Xenos kind. They must be the selected cantuses to be inducted into Ordo Dialogus.

>>5808302
>Inner workings of nobles, and you see the familiar Sister you met at Erwin V, when you arrested Prefect Song.

>>5808302
>>Inner workings of nobles, and you see the familiar Sister you met at Erwin V, when you arrested Prefect Song.

>>5808954
>>5808793
>>5808708

Counted

“As a Sister of Ordo Famulous, you must first understand your duty is to ensure the purity of the bloodline, in both spirit and body.”

You watch from the side as Sister Judius continues her lecture. The chalkboard had numerous writings, such as court procedures within the Imperium aristocracy. The cantuses sat straight, eyes glued to Sister Judius.

“Your battle will not be fought with bolters and not in a warzone. Instead, your weapons will be words, and your battlefield the courts. Your choices will steer many powerful families. The court— Sister Superior Agatha. Is there something I can help you with?”

“No, I believe you are lecturing on the influence of the Administratum, yes?”

“I am.”

Sister Judius eyed you with a calculating gaze. Having someone of your level was a rarity after all.

“Then Undersecretary Amadeus will be a good use to you. She’s here to visit and offer her services.”

“That is… actually useful.” Sister Judius said. “Please, come to the stage, sister. “

From how the last interaction went, you expected resistance.

“What can I do, sister?”

Sister Judius pondered for a moment.

“Tell us how the Administratum is involved in a court.”

>“Hardly.” You waved your hand dismissively. “Cantuses, the only thing you have to worry about the Administratum is when the tithes are not paid in time.”
>“As long as the Administratum is respected, then there will be no issue. I suggest every one of you to have at least a basic understanding of the Administratum first.”
>“The Administratum is not your enemy, that much I can tell you for certain. Respect the Administratum and we will respect you.”

>>5809585
>>“As long as the Administratum is respected, then there will be no issue. I suggest every one of you to have at least a basic understanding of the Administratum first.”

>>5809585
>“Cantuses, the only thing you have to worry about the Administratum is when the tithes are not paid in time.”
>>“As long as the Administratum is respected, then there will be no issue. I suggest every one of you to have at least a basic understanding of the Administratum first.”

>>5809264
>“As long as the Administratum is respected, then there will be no issue. I suggest every one of you to have at least a basic understanding of the Administratum first.”
The Administratum demands respect for it does not give respect.

>>5809585
>“As long as the Administratum is respected, then there will be no issue. I suggest every one of you to have at least a basic understanding of the Administratum first.”

>>5809740
>>5792254

Please read the rule anon

>>5809643
>>5809757
>>5809926

Counted

“As long as the Administratum is respected, then there will be no issue. I suggest every one of you has at least a basic understanding of the Administratum first.”

“As if they respect others…” Judius muttered.

“What was that sister?” You snap your attention, you Emperor damned well heard it. Is she still mad about Erwin V? “Was there something you wish to add?”

“What Sister Alethia means,” Judius said, ignoring you completely. “The understanding of the Administratum is important within the planet you are in. However, respect and wariness is necessary. The Administartum is large, due to it, heresy can be overlooked. It is part of your duty to ensure the Administratum does not invade your charge.”

She was not wrong. However, this did not mean she was entirely correct either.

You harrumphed “The Administratum has the biggest presence with a more important purpose which is running the whole of the Imperium. Being wary of the Administratum itself is dangerous. Heresy can stem from anywhere, even-”

“Sister Alethia. You mean to say second most important.” Judius cautioned. “We, the Sister of Battle, are the only bastion of pure faith that protects the Imperium.”

You held yourself back. Many nobles and individuals who ranked high in the Imperium showed their faith outwardly. However, many did not truly believe in the Emperor. Be it his divinity or his whole existence, the faith of many educated men and women were not genuine. You were no different.

>“Of course, I meant their importance in the matter of bureaucracy. I have misspoken.”
>“Faith, absolutely. However, faith alone cannot run the Imperium.”
>“The Imperium is not so black and white, sister. Faith itself cannot be the only arsenal of Ordo Famulous. Cantuses, the Administratum should not be seen with suspicion. But as your allies.”

>>5810537
>“Faith, absolutely. However, faith alone cannot run the Imperium.”

>>5810537
>“The Imperium is not so black and white, sister. Faith itself cannot be the only arsenal of Ordo Famulous. Cantuses, the Administratum should not be seen with suspicion. But as your allies.”

>>5810537
>“Faith, absolutely. However, faith alone cannot run the Imperium.”

>>5810537
>“Faith, absolutely. However, faith alone cannot run the Imperium.”

>>5810537
>“The Imperium is not so black and white, sister. Faith itself cannot be the only arsenal of Ordo Famulous. Cantuses, the Administratum should not be seen with suspicion. But as your allies.”

>>5810537
>“The Imperium is not so black and white, sister. Faith itself cannot be the only arsenal of Ordo Famulous. Cantuses, the Administratum should not be seen with suspicion. But as your allies.”

need a tie breaker

>>5812021

>>5812021
>“The Imperium is not so black and white, sister. Faith itself cannot be the only arsenal of Ordo Famulous. Cantuses, the Administratum should not be seen with suspicion. But as your allies.”

>>5812066
>>5811521
>>5811291
>>5810655

Counted

“The Imperium is not so black and white, sister. Faith itself cannot be the only arsenal of Ordo Famulous. Cantuses, the Administratum should not be seen with suspicion. But as your allies.”

“What Sister Alethia means is that they are to be associates. Not allies.”

“That is not what I meant.” You cut her sentence. “But, you teach your cantuses as you like. Surely, being suspicious toward everything will work.”

“Negligence lead to laziness, and—”

“Negligence lead to laziness, and eventually, heresy. Yes I know. You say this as if it is a rare quote when you hear this hundreds of times in the Schola.” You roll your eyes. “By the Emperor. Take out the chainsword out of your—”

The auditorium door suddenly opened. A white haired sister entered with other sisters behind her. Age showed on her face, small wrinkles under her eyes and the corners of her mouth. Mature yet still attractive. If only she’d smile more.

“Sister Superior.” Judius greeted.

“Sister Judius. Sister Alethia.”

“Hello, Sister Testatus.”

Judius looked at you with an offended gaze, eyes narrow. Just like the Imperial Guard, ranks were important. Before any words could be said Testatus dismissed Judius with a simple wave of her hand.

“It is fine, Sister Judius.” Testatus said. “Sister Alethia, follow me. There is a matter we must speak on. Alone.”

The two sisters behind her nodded. Testatus led you to the quiet part of the convent. You put your hands on your sides, it was just you and Testatus after all. No need for formality.

“I thought it wasn’t that important enough to speak to me. You said if I stayed past two we’d be able to talk. What’s with the change?”

“The meeting ended sooner than I thought. I thought you wouldn’t make any trouble, but it seems like I was proven wrong.” Testatus said.

“It’s not my fault Judius slandered the Administratum. Wait… were you listening in?”

“I did. I hoped your behavior would improve. But being in the Administratum made your behavior worse. Why must you be so combative? You should have answered when she would have a question, not argue with her. And that phrase, that’s bordering on blasphemy! You are lucky to be in such a high position, one that you so joyfully take advantage of.”

“Oh please, blasphemy. Everything is a blasphemy to the Sisters of Battle. I’m not even a full Sister, you know damn well I was a product from a deal made between the Ecclesiarch and High Lord Haemotalion! I never touched a bolter in my life!”

“You are a special case, you were blessed by the God-Emperor with intellect. But your behavior—”

You roll your eyes. Testatus snapped her finger in front of your face.

“Alethia. Do not roll your eyes at me. This is not how a Sister behaves.” Testatus commanded.

>“I’m sorry, Sister Superior.”
>“I am an Undersecretary first. I had to say something or I’d lose face! Those cantuses will lead many children who will inherit the position of planetary governor. I had to make my point.”
>“All this lecture because Judius made the Administratum look bad, why am I the only one being scolded, this is unfair. The Adepta Sororitas are not above the Administratum.”

>>5812810
>>“I am an Undersecretary first. I had to say something or I’d lose face! Those cantuses will lead many children who will inherit the position of planetary governor. I had to make my point.”

>>5812810
>“I am an Undersecretary first. I had to say something or I’d lose face! Those cantuses will lead many children who will inherit the position of planetary governor. I had to make my point.”

>>5812810
>“All this lecture because Judius made the Administratum look bad, why am I the only one being scolded, this is unfair. The Adepta Sororitas are not above the Administratum.”

>>5812810
>“I am an Undersecretary first. I had to say something or I’d lose face! Those cantuses will lead many children who will inherit the position of planetary governor. I had to make my point.”

>>5812810
>>“I’m sorry, Sister Superior.”

Gonna be gone for a bit, the qst is not dead it's just personal stuff is happening.

>>5814619
No problem.

>>5814619
Good luck

“I am an Undersecretary first. I had to say something or I’d lose face! Those cantuses will lead many children who will inherit the position of planetary governor. I had to make my point.”

“What good will your point be if you present it so aggressively, especially in front of their teacher? They will trust her over you.” Testatus sighed, and placed a hand over your shoulder. “You are a sister. You’ve done much work to the Ordo Dialogus that has an actual impact to the Imperium. Why must you act as if you’re outside of the sisterhood?”

“Because I’m an ornament to symbolize cooperation between the Ecclesiarchy and the Administratum.”

“You say that as if that is not something to be proud of.” Testatus said.

“I’m a puppet, that’s why.”

“You are a servant of the Imperium.”

“They’re one and the same.”

A brief silence cut the conversation. Testatus inhaled deeply and released a sigh. A bell tolled in the distance. A single toll, was it midday prayers already? Testatus moved her gaze away from you.

“I’ll drop this issue for now. Since you’re here, I might as well have you do some work for us.”

“Not archive work…” Your shoulders slumped. “Can’t you tell me what you wanted to tell me now?”

“No, prayer will first ease your heart before the news. Or you can return to your office, where work has piled up no doubt and where High Lord Haemotalion would be waiting for you, with a temper no doubt. The news is rather grim.”

Your back stiffened. Pugio, Tanto, and Sgian were the best adepts you got. That meant they were barely able to keep at your pace. Not to mention, an angry Haemotalion was not fun to deal with. A krakkin’ bastard he already was, when angered you’d think he was corrupted by chaos. Even if you were late, you can blame the Ecclesiarch for being here. You are a sister after all.

“It’s your choice, sister.”

>Do some archive work
>Return to the office

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>>Do some archive work

>>5816816
>Do some archive work

>>5816816
>Do some archive work

>>5816816
>Do some archive work

>>5816816
>>Do some archive work

>>5817847
>>5817332
>>5817268
>>5817154
>>5816876

Counted

The Adepta Sororitas archives. From the earliest records from Daughters of The Emperor to Ecclesirch’s every spoken words. While archives are usually in cogitators, crystal data or dataslates, older convents retain archive materials in book forms. Convent Martyr being one of the oldest was one. Meaning: dusts. This however-

“Achoo!”

Was better than working in your office. You’d give them a day off or something as a reward.

“Hello Sister. I’m looking for the Book of Thorian Volume Seventy Seven?”

“Sure thing.”

The archive was like a maze. Bookshelves touch the ceilings and dust from old parchment drifted in the air. Through the twists and turns, you found the volume. With the ladder you retrieved the book and turned it to the sister after you returned to the reception table.

“Thank you. By the way… I haven’t seen you before and I haven’t heard of any transfers.”

“I’m something like a transfer, only for a day though.”

“I see. Well, thank you for the book.”

Once the sister left you prop your feet on the desk and yawn. Other than the dusty archive, being an archivist was a relaxing one. Eventually, you and Sister Testatus go together for midday prayer. Three grueling hours later you follow her to her office.

“So, what’s this news you wanted to tell me?”

“Do not be alarmed. But Cadia has fallen.”
>“Do you have substantial proof of this?”
>“Who did you hear it from?”
>“Be more specific Sister. I need every details.”
>Write-in

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>“Be more specific Sister. I need every details.”

>>5821708
>“Be more specific Sister. I need every details.”

>>5821708
>“Be more specific Sister. I need every details.”

>>5821708
>“Do you have substantial proof of this?”

>>5821708
>“Be more specific Sister. I need every details.”

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>>5823391
>>5822284
>>5821978

Counted

Still dealing with personal stuff, update will be tomorrow.

The news… was less shocking than you expected. Yes, while you hoped Cadia would stand many assumed Cadia would fall. Plans from both the Administratum and the Astra Militarum prepared for this. To hear it confirmed the consequence of it would smash into the already waning Imperium. You breathed deeply.

“Be more specific Sister. I need every details.”

“A xenos tech.” Testatus said with a disgusted grimace. “A necron origin.”

“More specific.”

Testatus shot you a glare. You roll your eyes.

“Oh don’t give me that grox-shit Sis. Especially not now.”

“The alien should be-”

“We can’t fight an enemy without intelligence. Ah whatever, Cadia’s gone anyways and I doubt anyone but the survivors would know this.”

“You’re… awfully calm about this.”

You shrugged.

“There’s no point in panicking.” You got up from the table. “I think it’s time I return to my office. There’s much work to be done after all.”

And Emperor… you were very correct.

“MADAME!”

Tanto lunged to trap you in an embrace. You saw your office in an absolute mess. Parchments strewn, on your floor, bookshelves, even on your desk and stuffed inside cabinets. You’ve never seen this level of chaos before.

“I’m so happy you’re back madame it’s been a warp storm here!”

The poor girl was hugging you tight… must’ve been more than they could handle. Though you don’t see the other two. No matter, you’ll figure that out later.

>Organize first
>Do the most important work first
>Assess the situation first, get some bearings

This will be the last choice, next thread will be Unnatural Gifts & Gifted Students

>>5826015
>Assess the situation first, get some bearings

>>5826015
>>Organize first

>>5826015
>Assess the situation first, get some bearings

>>5826015
>>Assess the situation first, get some bearings

>>5826015
>>Assess the situation first, get some bearings

>>5826184
>>5826978
>>5827194
>>5828187

This will be the last choice. Again, next thread will be Unnatural Gifts & Gifted Students

>>5832717
No final update?