Sister Stern lay on the
floor on her hands and knees. Blood ran from her nose. With a shaking hand she
reached out for the command console to her side to pull herself up. She final
managed to catch hold and pull herself up. She set up and took a few deep
breathes. Warping the Dark Eldar webways for so long had exhausted her. See
looked at the data coming on the command feeds. The Adeptus Astartes had
defeated the Dark Eldar’s main force, and The 707 had managed to hold off the
secondary Forces, though it seemed they had lost the Commissar. Tragic if the
feed was correct; she needed Commissar Dulin’s leadership. The penal legions
were only half as effective without him. There could still be time. She typed
up a command to be sent to the Erue’s Squat Mechanicus' division, to do
whatever was needed.
The Erue was one of the most ancient Cathedral
Fortresses. Its ancient Etherium shield
generator was a relic from the Golden age of man. It coated the Cathedral in a
bubble that warped reality, bending and twisting time and space. This creates Confusion and Disorientation
making it nearly impossible for its foes to see or target it. Those that
glimpse it like a shimmering ghost for a moment suffer terror, and sometimes
memory loss. Those that have managed to attack it have just seen their attack
pass through it as if it wasn’t there, and maybe it never was as it bends time
and reality. This power comes at a cost though. All the Cathedra’sl power feeds
the Etherium shield generator, making it completely weaponless. Also its side
effects caused the Lords of Terra to bane it from Earth’s Star Sector. It was
turned into a prison Cathedral, a home to those the Lords of Terra have deemed expendable.
The massive catacombs in its base are filled with Cyro Chambers filled with
Penal Legions, Abhumans such as Goliath chamber guards, Squat mechanics , Null
Assassins and other things and experiments long forgotten by the imperium and
by their choice. Those sentenced to serve there find their very souls bound to
it, unable to ever again be far away from it, Eternal prisoners to its halls.
For some reason nothing seems to be able to fly with in its skys, so tube
chambers shoot down pods, like nuclear rods to the worlds they visit. This
tubes are submarine like vessels the size of carriers and destroyers. They land
in the water like environments of the worlds they visit. Those without water
like environments the tubes micro adjust and become sub terrain drill like
vessels, nicknamed Sand Sharks by the Cathedral inhabitants.
Sister Ephrael Stern
Known as the Thrice-Born and the Daemonifuge, scared the Lords of Terra. Her
power could save or topple mankind. They found themselves torn on her fate, so she
was soul bound to the Erue as its new warden.
This way they could use her or destroy her as needed. The Pilot of the
Cathedral was sealed in its tallest tower and has never been seen by its
inhabitants, all that is know is it is he who takes it to its ordered locations
and serves only the High Lords. The rest of its operations fall to Stern and
her chosen Consortium counsel. They have been sanctioned to do whatever is
required for victory. Wither to study heretical or xeno technologies or ally
with them.
She had been ordered to
work her way down to the planet below and covertly gather ad study the Necron
technology picked up recently. It seems the signal has increased due to them
awaking, if the reports coming in were to be believed. This changed everything. She had better
contact the Salamanders and advise them of her presence. Odds are they wouldn’t
share much or team up with the penal legions or abhumans and a few of their
goals would conflict, but they needed to make sure the imperium of man was the
winners.
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