Sister Sinai

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Sister Sinai

The slow grating clatter of the elevator fades away as you open your eyes from your gratuitous flashback scene, to see the empty, yawning cavern of the flight deck, the few personnel wandering around in the immobile background, specks against the vast grey speed painted siding with random cables and gantries spiderwebbed about.

"V-V-Vindicare?"

Before you can wonder how someone could possibly stutter the "vee" sound unintentionally, the squeal and clatter of poorly welded wheels alerts you to a presence at thigh level. It's Sister Sinai. Half her body burned, two limbs and most motor function lost, you recall her as a vague detail from the equally vague introduction you rapidly clicked through. Her remaining fingers on her lone arm (Currently shivering under her cassock which looked to be a collection of loose spiderwebs for all the good it was doing) caked in grime squeeze together as they match her eyes shutting, as she breathes in.

"They, they say that the bionics are wasteful an-and if I wish to serve the Emperor I would have to become a servitor," for a moment, her lone eye looks down, red lines still faintly visible to your enhanced eyesight, "I'm...I'm happy to serve the Emperor...But-" As you, the reader reach for the mouse button, skubitos dripping from your malformed, sausage fingers, she looks up with determination. "You were kind to me. You preserved me. So, I have to ask, while, while, while I can still feel..." She looks down again, curling in slightly, blush seeping her face, leaving the final words unspoken.

You consider for a moment, your finely honed body and mind taking in every possible detail of the girl bordering womanhood (she's totally in, like, junior sororitas college or something its totally legal dude), a gasp, increased heart beat, a nervous quivering, the Adeptus Mechanicus behind her giving a thumbs up and winking, you finally decide to: 1) "...Let me carry you to somewhere we can finish our communication." 2) "Your fear betrays a lack of faith. See the chaplain and leave me be." 3) Genuflect. 4) J-J-J-JAMMM IT IN 5) NEEEEEERD RAAAAAAGGGGEEEEEE 6) "This is not enough pylons." 7) "Just as planned..."

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