The gateway to Nyx opened as the warp storm ravaged the battlefield. Screams and ion blaster barrage barely pierced the crackling of the storm. The Drop Church was redeployed and dropped right into the
storm, which took it into directions unknown. Scattered, the Order of the Triumvirate had to pick themselves up, leaderless as their Canonesses were absent, caught in the storm above, only static on the Vox.

The Unrelenting Daybreak Cadre of Tau warriors had also been scattered by the storm. A warp singularity opened, cracking open some ruins nearby. The Tau were much faster to re-orientate themselves as they
pinned down the battle sisters with a hail of ion blasts, fire and fury.

Powerfist Squad, the Dominion scouts of the Order dashed forth to secure the singularity, without back-up, but with conviction. They were gunned down by a towering Ghsotkeel and Stealth Suits appearing out of the
storm. Their failure here set them down on the Penitent path, begging for either glorious redemption or glorious death in a future battle.

Sister Jeanne was trapped, pinned by fire as her sisters defending their landing zone, getting gunned down one-by-one. Imagifier Lola took a shot meant for Jeanne, saving her from a certain death. Jeanne knelt down,
trying her hardest to contact a transport or Hospitaller. “We must retreat, sisters!” Jeanne shouted to her squad.

“But who will hold the line?” Lola asked, desperately trying to contain her blood, her flag already drenched in blood. Jeanne stood up and drew her blessed blade. “I will.”

A coldstar battlesuit landed, almost crushing the saint potentia and her squad. The battle suit towered over her.

“Commander of my enemy, I know not your business here, but I am Jeanne and you will not cross this line,” Jeanne commanded, drawing a burning line with her blade in the sand.

The battlesuit’s translator parsed the words through in a monotone cadence, but Stonewall understood the fervour of her words. The suit’s vox caster replied in a calm, strong tone, with a sense of gravitas. “You are mistaken Jeanne of the Sororitas, for it is not me that needs to cross this line – but for you to cross me,” Stonewall replied. “You may address me as Commander Stonewall and for as long as I stand… I am
Sentinel…I am Stalwart…and I am Bulwark.”

They fought.

Inside the eye of the storm, highlighted by fire and lighting, the three Canonesses who led the Order of the Triumvirate gathered. Their Seraphim and Zephrim squads carved three lines of fire as they came from three
different directions, surrounded from all sides by monstrous suits of armour and arsenals of hi-tech weaponry. The sisters wavered.

“We must hold the ruins and protect the singularity from these Void Farers! May our faith stay strong even if our situation is dire. We will take matters into our own hands, under His light or not,” Canoness Titania shouted about the crackling thunder and galeforce winds.

Canoness Marika landed next to her and raised her power sword. “Hear my words, sisters. On this hallowed field of battle, you are facing those who despise the Imperium and all it stands for. They seek to destroy our shrines, deny the Emperor’s divinity and slaughter his flock. Yet they know not that He is with us, and He will see that right prevails. These heretics are at our mercy, so long as our faith remains strong and our resolve does not fail us. Send these Xenos to the fiery oblivion that awaits them!”

Canoness Roxanne arrived last and parried a missile with her Thrice-blessed Holy Eviscerator chainsword as she surveyed the situation. All her sisters had now been scattered, leaving only the three Canonesses, alone and surrounded by the storm and a barrage of fire on all sides. The three of them. The Triumvirate united.

“Sisters,” Roxanne said to the others. “I love you both, you are exemplars of the Order and your purity of soul is a true force to be reckoned with,” she said. “Apart from you, Sister Titania, you’ve been slacking off with the enemy,” she added.

Titania cried and gave a hearty laugh, battling with the darkness inside. “You have no idea, Sister Roxanne. But you can watch as I harness this warpstorm for the good of not He, not the Imperium, but for us.”

“Careful, Sister Titania,” Marika said. “You should not speak against His omnipotence.”

“We are here, He is not. We are riding this storm in His name, but it is us riding it nonetheless,” Titania replied.
“Sisters! Look out!” Roxanne interrupted.

A red battlesuit forced its way into the eye of the singularity storm – Commander Farsight, according to their records, having just gunned down Sister Artura and her Paragon Warsuits. Farsight raised its gun at them.

Roxanne pointed her Holy Eviscerator at Commander Farsight, remembering the betrayal of their previous Tau allies. “You have been a worthy opponent, Xeno scum. Under different circumstances we might have worked together in this forsaken place, but under these circumstances my weapon laments that it did not get to chew through your pious atheism. Do your worst.”

Farsight lowered his sword and the voice from his vox echoed in the silence of the once cacophonous battlefield.

“You have fought honourably, warriors of the Sororitas. We may be adversaries but we are not butchers. You may collect your fallen and injured, they have fought bravely. Know this kindness of our Tau’va, warriors for it is the last time it will be shown. There will likely be many dangers on Nyx – but our wrath will be the gravest danger you face should we meet on unfriendly terms again on the surface.”

The singularity warp storm reached its crescendo as the moons of Nyx came into alignment. A tear in space appeared above them. The Triumvirate of Canonesses fell upwards into the singularity, into a golden ticket to the planet Nyx, as the neon darkness swallowed them whole. Alone, but united.