Most of my time making this was reading and watching a fuck ton of sisters of battle lore so if it's still inaccurate blame the fucking wiki's and videos i watched. Anyways. "In the dark grim future of the 41st millennium there exists only war." You were a guardsman of the imperium of mankind. Whether you were drafted or you enlisted doesn't matter. But you've been in service for a couple years now, which in itself has to be a new record considering how short lived guardsmen usually are. You're just sitting in your trench watching your friends and brothers fall one by one at the hands of the T'au menace. An artillery strike hits the ground above you. Your ears ring with Tinnitus as you are given a cruel reminder that you're still breathing. After a few seconds you peel yourself out of the mud and sit down on a crate and grab a can of corpse starch. after a few minutes of stone cold munching you toss the can down and grab your lasrifle. Seems like it's "gonna be another one of those days" you tell yourself as you peer over the edge to see that a commissar just ordered his guardsmen to jump over and charge at the enemy. you roll your eyes and hop over onto the battlefield and maneuver through artillery, bodies, and T'au blaster fire into a command bunker trench line where you make your way towards the bunker and open the door only to find that your officer was replaced with a Sister Superior "Soriartis". She turns to look at you "YOU! What are you doing in here guardsmen? Shouldn't you be on the field charging towards the enemy?" She looks at you accusingly and skeptically