On the planet of Plasix Prime the trenches had turned to mud and flame as the bombardment grew closer. Behind the shattered basilica walls, Sister Marava stood still, blood and soot smeared across her parchment-bound skin. Across the blasted no-man’s-land, a Chimera burned like a pyre with the tracks blown off and armour pierced.

She saw an Astra Militarum trooper, trying to get out of the half opened ramp, trying to force it open to no luck.

*Without a word, she stepped over the barricade, and broke into a sprint. She had taken an oath to repent her wrong doings. She would put her life on the line to save a noble warrior of the Emperor.

Heavy stubber fire tore past. Shrapnel danced across her side. A las-bolt almost grazed her ribs. She didn't flinch. Didn’t slow. She reached the Chimera, and she used her chainsword to cut the ramp hinges and tore it down. She didn't wait and immediately hauled the trooper out by his collar and dragged him into cover. She turned to the guardsman, checking if he was fine.

"Are you hurt soldier?"