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<strong>Adiposus</strong> <strong>Sororitas</strong><br />
<strong>Part</strong> <strong>One</strong>: Where’s <strong>That</strong> <strong>Damned</strong> Techpriest?<br />
Bolters barked, chainswords whirred, and flamers lit the night sky with purifying flames<br />
as the Adeptus <strong>Sororitas</strong> fought off seemingly endless waves of heretics. Though vastly<br />
outnumbered, their armor shrugged off even the mightiest of the cultists low grade weaponry and<br />
their own guns ensured that their foe would pay for their blasphemy with their deaths.<br />
It was but a single Commandery, numbering roughly two hundred sisters, attached to an<br />
Inquistor who had come to this spinning ball of ice to investigate rumors about a new, insidious<br />
Chaos cult. Instead of finding a few tendrils of corruption, quick to yield or flee, they had walked<br />
into a full blown insurrection. Yet they were unable to retreat as this seemingly worthless frozen<br />
rock was a key producer of Promethium, a substance which fueled the mighty Imperium’s<br />
vehicles, for several sectors, and its loss would be a grave blow to the Imperium.<br />
And so the Sisters stood in a fortified refinery, fending off the endless cultists. Victory<br />
was surely theirs as these cultists’ suicide charges did not but end their worthless lives. The only<br />
problem was that damned chanting that rang day in and day out as the debased cult wormed their<br />
way towards their base of operations. It sang in a hundred ancient languages, dating back to the<br />
Dark Age and beyond:<br />
“Debu… fett… obesus… fat… gorda… gros…”<br />
It disconcerted Canoness Janus. She swore that they would silence them before the<br />
week’s end. But, unbeknownst to her, the mantra was far more than a tool of psychological<br />
warfare…
Unbeknownst to the Sisters, this attack was nothing but a diversion. The cultists they<br />
battled were nothing but the lowest of the low and were being sent to die en masse to allow a<br />
traitor to slip away.<br />
Tech-priest Gizes walked uneasily through the Chaos camp, led by a single Slaneeshi<br />
Marine. The leers and stares he received from the various pleasure seeking heretics set him on<br />
edge. He gripped his bolter tightly and spread his mechadendrites so as to deflect an attack from<br />
any quarter as they entered a gaily colored tent.<br />
There, poring over dataslates and muttering to himself, flanked by two more Chaos<br />
Marines, sat a Chaos Sorceror. Gizes sharply inhaled, tasting the incense wafting in the air.<br />
“Emperor on Terra…” he muttered.<br />
Space Marines were bad enough, but a Sorceror? Things just kept getting worse and<br />
worse. And here he was, alone, dealing with heretics.<br />
The Chaos Sorcerer looked up and, though it was impossible to tell through the helmet,<br />
smiled.<br />
“Ah, my little Enginseer. Right on schedule.” He said in a rich, plumy voice so unlike the<br />
harsh growls of the Marines or the shrieking of cultists. “So GOOD to see you. You have the<br />
codes I require, yes?”<br />
“Y-yes. You have the artifact I need?” Gizes replied, nasally voice trembling with<br />
artificially suppressed fear.<br />
“Of course! Of course. Right here, my boy.” Said the Sorceror, tossing what appeared to<br />
be a messy jumble of wires wrapped around a black box.<br />
Barely managing to snag the ancient tech with his mechanical claws, the Tech-priest<br />
passed a single dataslate to the foul magus.
“Most excellent.” Said the Sorceror, activating the dataslate in his palms before<br />
addressing the retreating Tech-priest. “Are you sure you wish to leave? We always have room in<br />
our ranks for one of your… talents.”<br />
Gizes halted his retreat, quivering with rage.<br />
“Do not try to tempt me” he hissed, “for our arrangement is only out of the need of the<br />
Omnissiah. I would gladly see you wiped off the face of the planet, damned to whatever foul god<br />
you’ve sold your soul to. I would NEVER betray the Emperor.”<br />
“Eh, it never hurts to ask. Now, Baraxmus,“ replied the heretic with a shrug, before<br />
turning to the Marine at his side. “if you would be so kind as to-“<br />
“Before you finish that order,” interrupted the tech-priest, speaking quickly, “I’d just like<br />
to inform you that the codes are set to reset upon my death. So, if you were thinking about<br />
betraying me, like you did the Emperor, holy is his name, I would advise against it.”<br />
“-escort our esteemed guest out of our camp.” Finished the sorcerer.<br />
“Can we trust him, Lord Meridon?” Baraxmus asked, hours later as the camp prepared to<br />
assault the Sisters’ base.<br />
“I believe so.” Replied Meridon after several minutes of rumination. “You see, Techpriests<br />
will do practically anything, ANYTHING, to get their hands on Dark Age technology.<br />
They’ll pay any price, sacrifice anyone, to get their hands on the stuff. They’ve invited Tyranid<br />
invasions, left planets to the Orks, and even awakened Necrons in their endless quest for their<br />
treasures. He would gladly doom this planet if it ensured that he could deliver his tech to his<br />
lords.”<br />
Baraxmus pondered this a moment and shook his head.
“And they call US mad?”<br />
It stopped. Finally. Exhausted, nearly dead on their feet, the Sisters watched as their foe<br />
finally realized the futility of the attack and retreated. With that, Janus heaved a sigh of relief,<br />
and gave the order to return to their small field command in the center of the walled refinery<br />
town, leaving only a skeleton crew to raise the alarm in the event of the heretics’ return.<br />
Yet, as she slowly trudged back to her command, Janus realized that the chanting had not<br />
stopped. In fact, it had intensified, the warp-infused chant even louder, more insidious. She knew<br />
it meant something, but was too tired to puzzle it out. At the moment she only wanted three<br />
things: a warm bath, food, and sleep.<br />
Unfortunately, she’d only be able to procure one of the three before having to enter in<br />
conference with her trusted advisors. Leaving the makeshift cafeteria, she noted that an<br />
unusually large number of <strong>Sororitas</strong> were present.<br />
It’s nothing. They’re just ravenous from a hard day’s battle. She thought to herself as she<br />
grabbed some rations and returned to her command center.<br />
Once there, she slumped in her chair slowly eating while listening to the reports of her<br />
second in command and the local Administratum agent attached to the plant, noting the<br />
continued absence of the Inquistor and conspicuous lack of Tech-priest.<br />
Hmm… that’s odd. The coghead’s usually here and I would expect him to be whining<br />
about the damages to his precious machines after a battle such as this. Eh, I guess it makes<br />
sense. He’s probably out fixing the turrets or reinforcing the walls or whatever else it is those<br />
techies do.
Having rationalized his absence, she let the bureaucrat’s droning voice wash over her,<br />
and slipped into half awake complacency.<br />
Hours passed, and the cafeteria remained as full as ever. More so, in fact, as the guard<br />
posted on the outer walls, no longer able to take the pangs of hunger ravaging their bellies, had<br />
returned to sate themselves. Usually disciplined, the Sisters one and all gorged themselves to<br />
comfortable immobility on the food available to them. Many dozed contentedly amongst the<br />
wreckage of several meals worth of field rations. Janus herself had sent servitors out twice to<br />
fetch more food for her grumbling stomach.<br />
It was into this shrine of gluttony and sloth that Lord Meridon entered, flanked by six<br />
Slaneeshi Marines. So bloated were the female warriors, rubbing tummies stretched to maximum<br />
fullness, that they were not even aware of his presence.<br />
“Just as planned.” He muttered, before raising his voice so that he could be heard by one<br />
and all. “Ah, ladies! So good to see you all looking so… healthy. Please, sit, sit, no need to get<br />
up on my account.” This was directed at the smattering of Sisters still capable of standing,<br />
attempting to draw their weapons around unwieldy torsos.<br />
Even so, two of the Sisters managed to draw and fire their bolt pistols, one shot going<br />
wide, the other merely rebounding off of the formidable armor of the debased Marine.<br />
“I said, SIT DOWN.” Snarled Meridon as chains materialized from the Warp, tying down<br />
those Sisters still mobile enough to offer resistance. “It would be SUCH a shame to have to kill<br />
you. Then you’d have to miss out on all the fun…”