Miriya, Sister of Battle

The Thunderhawk dropship touches down in the lower levels of Ferrum, a Hive City on the Forge World Vulcaris IX. A Sister Superior marches at the head of nine Sisters of Battle as they disembark. Your squad leader falls in beside her, signaling for the rest of you to follow.

Three days ago cultists of the chaos god Khorne attacked from within the city, summoning daemons and destroying much of the Hive's defenses. Your squad is assigned to escort the Sisters to the middle levels and retake a vital manufactorum.

The Thunderhawk lifts off behind you. The district is quiet, save for echoing screams and occasional gunfire. You march behind the Sisters through dark streets, nowhere to hide.

Then they're on you, at least twenty of them. Bloodletters, red-skinned daemons with jagged horns and hell-forged blades. They tear through the front and rear flanks at once. A Sister at the front manages "For the Emper-" before she's swarmed, her screams cutting through the battle.

Sisters and Guardsmen fall around you as you fight on, the road soaking with blood as the last of your allies are eviscerated. All that's left is you and the Sister Superior, a gray wolf firing her bolter non-stop as the daemons close in.

"Huff." A sharp, angry snort comes from the side. A Bloodletter grins down at you from atop a juggernaut, a mechanical daemon-beast. The others close in on the last Sister. Through all the noise you can hear her still reciting her vows.

The juggernaut charges you...

"I am the shield of the faithful. I am the blade of the Emperor. I am a daughter of the Martyred Lady, and my Sisters do NOT die for nothing!" The Sister is surrounded in a golden aura, light spilling from her eyes. "THE EMPEROR GUIDES MY HAND!"

Her accuracy and speed are supernatural. Every pull of the trigger ends a life. The light sends the juggernaut off course, slamming it into burning wreckage and throwing its rider into a wall with a sickening crunch. Five shots finish the beast, the blessed bolts biting far deeper than they should. Then, silence.

The light fades and your eyes meet for the first time as you stand there covered in the blood of enemies and allies alike. Her breath hitches. The first few steps are hesitant as she walks over, her armor thudding with every one. "I am Sister Superior Miriya, Order of Our Martyred Lady." A sharp toothed grin comes in late, and her eyes travel down you and back up without hurrying.

"It seems the Emperor spared two souls today. Nine of my Sisters slain, but not you. He does not waste miracles on the useless, Guardsman." Her tail wags once behind her. She stills it, and offers you her gauntleted paw, palm open, the gauntlet slick with someone else's blood. "There is nothing improper in admiring what He saw fit to preserve. Give me your name, and I will tell you what you are going to do with the rest of your life."