WH40K, Sisters of Battle Fic, Janesta's tale.

Story by AbaddonFanboy

I promised to do a warhammer futa fic aeons ago this is it. C and C much appreciated. it's a bit long and, of course, as a futa fic it won't have any fighting in it. To WH40K fans who don't like the idea of Heretical goings on in Sisters convents, read at your own risk! WH40K, Sisters of Battle Fic, Janesta's tale.

Janesta hung her head in shame as she was lead through the gate way of His Beneficent Gaze Convent by her father. Hydraphur was famed through out the segmentum for it's excellent naval tradition. The vast majority of it's 400 billion citizens were engaged in industries that some how served the navy, whether in the vast orbital manufactorums that produced a good third of the segmentum's naval tonnage, providing ratings and officers for the God Emperor's great battle fleets like her own honoured family had for countless millenia, or any number of things the 5 foot 2, 15 year old's relatively limited education could know of.

It was lesser known for hosting one of the Sisters of Battle's most secretive and ancient nunnerys, which she was entering right now flanked by House Sidarta's private bodyguards, specially chosen by her father for their trustworthiness and ability to keep their mouths shut about the dreadful scandal Lord Admiral Sidarta's favourite daughter had brought down on her head and the reputation of the family. A Mutant!! The thought still made her shudder with horror and self loathing. Janesta was dressed in the white evening dress common to ladies of breeding going out for the night. Black skinned, not unusual for Hydraphur's naval aristocracy, and very pretty, with full pink lips, wide, innocent brown eyes and a heart shaped face, she was once considered to have an excellent future ahead of her as a way to cement her house's marital alliance and status. There were even talks of a marriage alliance with House Helmawr of Necromunda. Then at age 12, It had appeared.

She shivered, despite the relative warmth of the night, and raised a despairing face at her father as the reached the high vaulted stone door, imported from holy Ophelia centuries before. He glanced at her, a tall severe faced black man, his dark, curly hair only now beginning to show signs of greying thanks to expensive rejuvenation treatments. For a moment, as he looked down at her, and she saw his face soften wistfully. But it hardened again as he looked away, no matter his love for her, he was a servant of Him-On-Terra first and foremost and would not allow a mutant to remain hidden in his household. That was the reason they made their approach under the cover of dark. In order to prevent a scandal, they made for the nunnery in such a way that as few people as possible would see them, and those that did would believe they were going out for a late night prayer.

Of course, if any of the family's many rivals or enemies had seen their family carriage veer off of the main road in the Ecclesiarchy district and head for the Beneficent Gaze, none would have been fooled. It's reputation as a dumping ground for the disgraced daughters of Hydraphur's nobility was well known. Intensely secretive, the order was unusual in that it produced both Sisters Famulous, Sisters who acted as teachers and nannies in in the great houses of the nobles, as well as Battle Sisters who fought mankind’s enemies across the stars. One could drop off pregnant, drug addicted, wilfully disobedient or even, surprisingly for the usually strict Ecclesiarchy, mildly mutated girls there. The intensely secretive nature of the order meant that there would be little chance of her ever leaving it, and thus her family could claim that she had perished or left the planet entirely and save face. What happened to the girls taken in was anyone's guess. She straightened up and gazed straight ahead. Since she was old enough to understand she had been taught 2 duties, first, to the immortal God Emperor, second to her family weal. Well, if this was what she was called to endure, a life of monastic deprivation and separation from her family, she would meet it like a Sidarta and a loyal member of the imperium of man, with stoic and uncomplaining resolve.

Thus her lip trembled only slightly with fear, as the great door opened, and six women, their bodies shapeless in blue coloured ceremonial robes, their faces covered by white hoods stood before them. The Sisters were objects of veneration and not a little dread among the servants of the Emperor, known for their fanatical devotion and high ideals of purity. Her heart fluttered at the thought of what they might do to her, a disgusting mutant? Perhaps she would be turned into a servitor? Executed in some Emperor dedicated rite? She felt her legs tremble, despite her best efforts as she felt their gaze on her.

“Lord Admiral Sidarta?” a figure stepped forth, her dress reaching all the way to the ground, her hands hidden deep in sleeves of her robe so the only part of her one could see wer

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