Stumbling back in, Emia found Lovora, who looked angry at Emia having been absent for a whole day.

“Sorry, about the absence. My profound connection to the Master of Mankind does not come free. Once a month, I must spend my time in deep, impassioned prayer. It is all-consuming and I am pretty dead to the world while doing it. I didn’t want to tell you because it is somewhat embarrassing to have a day every month in which I can do nothing” Emia told Lovora. It was a great excuse, or so she thought.

Lovora, seemed to think so too, as she let the woman off with just a light scolding about communication, and then she was gone. It seemed she didn’t want to waylay Emia too much because today was a special day. It was a day when there was deployment to a front. Not much details were coming, but at the same time it had all they would ever need. Chaos had invaded a planet and aid was required. Though, at the same time, there seemed deep politics behind the scenes that infuriated Lovora. Prioress Jarri and the Planetary Governor of Aquis III that was requesting aid had deep grievances with each other. Jarri did not wish to be seen as inactive, but neither did she want the Governor to think Jarri was aiding him, and as such a small mission of Sororitas led by a Palatine would be sent to aid the beleaguered forces.

This small squad of a hundred sisters were further beguiled by the fact that twenty of them were the as of yet untested Angelus and far too many of the rest were Dominion sisters. Though unbalanced, the Mission was set out despite Lovora’s disdain of it. Imperial bureaucracy being as it was, her complaint might reach the Prioress in thirty years. Emia, for her part, was a bundle of nerves. While the pattern of power armour she had been put in was a comfortable one - from its articulation and lithe nature, there was no doubt who’s mechatendrils were involved in its creation - and hefting a Longlas wasn’t against protocol of the Angelus, she still felt nervous going into her first true fight without the several years of training she felt she needed. Sure, the system covered her pretty considerably, but that was only the skill part of things. It didn’t give her the confidence in those skills that came with the precise and proper application of them.

Not that there was much bother worrying about it while on the ship travelling through The Warp to the planet. Though she gave it little thought last time, so incredibly distracted as she was and far from aware of herself, Faith-wise, she felt unnerved on the ship. She knew it was due to the Warp just outside, that only a thin and fragile bubble stood between her and horrors uncountable, but it didn’t help to think that way at all. She was, after all, a Beacon in The Warp. She lit up the place simply by existing, and many would feel pretty offended by such a thing. Apparently, according to the crew, being of ill cheer while traveling in The Warp was common, but they put their faith in the God Emperor and his daughters, that they might see the light.

Seeing the light they did, and through the Warp’s pantemporal nature, they seemed to have arrived only an hour after the Governor had made the call for aid. Though even then, it turned out that the Governor had not called for aid when the problem first arose, but rather when they had lost the major Hive of the planet and were sprawling to try and defend the support structures of the Hive, its food and fuel and materials that came from the rest of the world. Strange planet, to have but a single, almost self-sufficient Hive. Smarter design than normal though, the planet would not choke on its own bile and die as soon as the supply ships stopped coming.

Still, bile from elsewhere was being forced down its throat, and the ship carrying the Sisters entered Geosync and delivered the sisters to the bastion in which the major PDF forces were gathered. The commander there was surprised to see Soraritas so soon, but was not one to turn down fresh forces. The Palatine got into communication with the Governor to apprise herself of the situation, and Emia checked over her weaponry one last time before looking to the nearby city that had been taken over by the cultists. There, she would find combat. And there, it would go well or it would go horribly. She was really leaning for the former, but not denouncing the latter out of hand. Failure happened to the best, and denying the chance was hubris that just asked for it to happen out of spite.