An old Acquaintance

Shuffling your shirt into your trousers, you approach the monastery's gathering hall. Your fingers scratch over the oaken portal as you slam it open, stepping in.

Inside, two figures are waiting for you. You immediately recognize the left one as a Sister of Battle, of the Ordo Hereticus Chamber militant. She is clad in black power armour, her long copper hair tamed firmly behind her head.

The right figure, however, comes as a surprise. Clad in brass power armour, it is a nearly immovable hulk, anointed with purity seals. The Ordo Hereticus Sign radiates from its chestplate.

With the faint hiss of repressuring air, the helmet comes off, revealing a clean shaved, aristocratic face. You gasp.

"Plinius! What are you doing here?"

The arrogant masque smiles knowingly. You despise him almost instantly.

"Evander. I am here to see to your welfare by orders of Sector command. Because you ought to explain how it was possible for you to get an entire battleship tucked from beneath your ass. And while you are on it, you could explain to me where your radical bitch of a master is....."