He Tried To Play Overwatch

She did not scream. The belt cut into her mouth as her jaw clenched. ***

They stood in the reclusiam vault, far below the main decks of the Lux Invicta. She had prepared the core, anointed it, warmed it with sacred oils to ease the passage. Caelen, grim and silent, began the extraction. Her hands gripped her knees. The heretics believed she was a captured missionary — a discarded Sister cast off by the Ecclesiarchy. The belt cut into her mouth as her jaw clenched. And then the bolter fire began. Between them lay the object: a power core encased in sanctified adamantium, roughly the size of a gauntleted fist. The pressure was overwhelming. They threw her into a cell of rot and rust, where Brother-Sergeant Caelen hung in chains. Her will flickered — but never failed. Heavy. It is not clean. Her hands gripped her knees. One eye was swollen shut. With no secure means of delivery, a vital power core was to be transported in the most covert and unthinkable way: hidden within the body of an unarmed Sister. Cold. Still sealed.”

He said nothing. She did not scream. It is not clean. “Make it worth it,” she whispered. A member of the Adepta Sororitas, Roxy once stood tall in power armor, her voice rising in hymn as bolter fire thundered in