The Adeptus Sororitas are nuns in the Imperial Cult who serve various roles for the Ecclesiarchy. The Sisters of Battle are the Military Order of Sororitas and are the most famous of the various Sororitas sects, true Warrior Nuns of the 40th Millennia. The Sisters of Battle work closely with the Ordos Hereticus within the Inquisition and serve as becons of hope in countless conflicts across the Imperium. They stand as power armored angels dispencing mercy and justice in equal messure across the imperium, standing just bellow the Adeptus Astares(Space Marines) in both the Emperor of Mankinds love and blessings. They are perhaps the most fascinating of the Imperium of mans forces, the are most definitely the most devoted of its supporters.
cassandra yawned as she made her way through the hospital, it was though - looking after a sick child alone: but she’d decided to do that. the hospital seemed busier than usual, and in her half asleep state, it doesn’t occur to her that there’s a charity even going on. cass stops at the coffee machine, putting in her change and waiting for the lukewarm drink to be dispenced - she hated it, but there was nothing else she could drink. cass turned around and began walking, increasing to a jog when she saw the elevator that she needed beginning to close. she manages to slip in, “thank you,” she speaks softly, her gaze lifting before she freezes - realising just who had held it for her.
Dean patted his pockets expectantly, looking around the arcade which was mostly inhabited by children a third his size. Still, he bore an uncanny resemblance to all of them. His smile lit up the room more than the bulbs lining the ski ball machine that he had been standing in front of for the last half hour. He finally got to be a kid.
“Hey, do you have any more tokens?” Dean asked, eyebrows raised at me. And if were he child, that left me to be his parent. Right now my beloved, adopted son looked at me like a junkie desperate for a fix.
“That’s it. You’ve officially been cut off,” I decided. His face dropped into an annoyed frown. I couldn’t stop a laugh from slipping through my lips.
He left and knelt down in front of the black token dispencer. It sucked in his bills and spat out another handful of shining, gold coins, which he carried back over to me. I sat stradled around the back of a chair, chin resting on my arms, lips quirked slighlty as I watched Dean feed the ski ball machine with more tokens.
“Dean, there is no way you are going to get a thousand tickets,” I told him, but he paid no mind to me. Eyes focused on the target, he rolled another ball smoothly out of his large hands. It hit off the side of the white plastic rim and fell down into the lower hole. Ten Points.
“But I want the damn slinky,” he groaned, obviously frusterated. He had been after that dumb, giant rainbow slinky ever since he saw some little girl walk past with one. He really was just like a kid. I rolled my eyes and dismounted from my chair.
“Move over, princess, let me show you how it’s done.” I grabbed the dingy ball from his hand and pushed him out of the way lightly.
“Oh, like you could do so much better.”
The ball flew out off my finger tips, rolled on the lane and soared to the top left courner. The machine dinged and the lights danced up and down the alley. I turned to face Dean with a smug look. He stared at me incredulously.
“How did you do that?” he asked.
I shruged. “Let’s just say Sam wasn’t the only one that got dropped off at these dumb arcade chains as a kid. I got pretty good at beating all the games while Dad was out killing who-knows-what.”
The children around us shrieked with laughter, drool practically dripping from thier chins as they ran around the different machines. Some of them cried, their wails echoing throughout the building, but most were too absorbed by the flashing, florecent bulbs to notice. And for myself, I was too captivated by Deans smile to see anything else.
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Info: It’s been such a slow day at work, and you’re ready to leave. You’re too bored to even notice the person right in front of you. You are machine like when you give him the coffee and as he turned to walk away you feel an immense sting. At the same you both pull your hands away and the coffee splats all over your uniform. You look up at the guy, and instantly your boring day has turned around.