17/03/2026
Sister Verena leaned on her chair, playing with her kerosene lighter, cigarette glowing in the dim chapel light. Smoke drifted lazily past the Emperor’s stern gaze.
Two Space Marines nearby spoke in low, thunderous tones about “statistically probable heretical activity.”
Verena exhaled slowly. She had hunted cults across three systems. In her experience, heresy rarely announced itself with statistics. She flicked ash onto the deck.
Down the corridor, the alarms began to scream. Verena sighed, crushed the cigarette beneath her boot, and reached for her bolter.
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a quick little sister of battle drawn from a random reference. Need to get back into shape with regular drawings. The paint on the sister is my favourite Order of the Sacred Rose. Nearly finishing painting my army in this scheme.
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