The sky was on fire, a distinct blaze of crimson blood and contagious green that hallmarked chaos, heralding the incoming death that had found a fortress world in the Nachmund System. Near the city center, an Orbital Drop Church landed, spewing forth a small convent of battle sisters.

Despoilers and marauders from beyond the stars began ransacking and pillaging the Imperial world for reasons unknown to the Imperial citizens. As if to summon the Daughters of the Emperor, graffiti was plastered over the walls of the Spaceport, the sign of desperate residents planting their hopes and dreams amid their cries of anguish.

Just below the Spaceport at gate 310825, were the following words, painted in neon:

Live. Laugh. Burn the heretics.

Prayers had been heard, as a choir of angelic voices heralded the arrival of Seraphim – elite sisters of battle trained in close quarters combat and forged in fire.

The tarnished and graffitied wall then exploded as a hideous daemon war engine emerged, armed with monstrous weapons and bearing the mark of the Death Guard.

Belestine the Living Saint, an angel of the Adepta Sororitas, dodged chunks of reinforced concrete that fell from the surrounding buildings, as she flew towards her enemy at mach speed, ravenous for barbaric combat. 

Unfortunately, she crashed so hard into the ground (missing her target, the poxwalkers, entirely), that she bounced back up into the air, smashing inside the nearest skyscraper. The Poxwalkers who roamed the street looked confused, as did the nearby Death Guard Terminators.

This was probably the sixth death of the Saint. Until mysterious forces, as always, decided that her aimless quest must continue, and saw fit to resurrect her.

The Inquisitor sighed, watching this disaster unfold from relative safety. “For God Emperor’s sake…”

Stella secretly wondered if the other Inquisitor was having issues with their requisitioned force as well. As it turned out, her allies were delayed, completely missing the beachhead offensive.

Stella took another long drag of her cigarette, as the Death Guard stench finally reached her. “Most foul.”

Stella hunkered down nearby, taking out a lurking Demon Engine so she could watch the battle unfold in peace. The Order of the Prayer Obscur proceeded to lose the battle against the Entombed Death Guard, as was expected without reinforcements. The city gates were lost, and Canoness Clair’s pride was diminished.

Except… It wasn’t all a failure, as Stella later recovered a vital asset – a near-dead battle sister who had the markings of greatness – a Saint Potentia buried in rubble… called Sister Saga. One who could potentially replace the current Living Idiot that was Saint Belestine.