22/07/2026
Sister Verena emerged from the refectory balancing six steaming mugs of coffee as the first spores rained from the grey sky. Klaxons wailed. Vox traffic erupted with cries of “Tyranids!”
She stared upward, then down at the drinks.
“Oh, for Emperor’s sake.”
Bolter fire thundered as her squad charged past. Verena sighed, set her jaw, and followed.
Twenty-seven minutes and three hundred dead xenos later, she returned to find six cups of perfectly cold coffee.
“Truly,” she muttered, “the Great Devourer knows no mercy.”
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The great return to my funny Sisters of Battle pictures. Sorry for no colour, might colour it later:)
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Sisters of Battle, funny, Warhammer 40000