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It's after breakfast the first mortar shells hit the courtyard of the sanctum. You feel a soft rumble as you set your dishes in place, the quiet rumble of the explosions a moment later. A few moments pass, filled with the clatter of dishes before the next round of detonations shakes violently through the building, flakes of dust kicked from the ceiling landing across the shoulders of your robes.
"That last one must have struck the roof," A Sister from Jessira's commandery comments with a yawn.
Maria woke with the rest and went through the motions of morning ritual without much conscious thought. She wasn't tired, at least not physically, but the day before had drained her and it felt good to feel nothing. Even the rumbles over breakfast couldn't dislodge her sense of detachment, though she did manage to avoid cracking a tooth on a bit of dislodged masonry that blended in quite perfectly with her porridge. Spitting it out in to a hand she surreptitiously dropped it on the floor.
"Likely," she offered, a polite nothing of conversation to the yawning sister.
The armory is a bit of controlled chaos, enginseers and Battle-Sisters cracking open whole crates of munitions, others performing the arduous task of mounting Sisters in power armor. As you are wrapped in ceramite and servo muscle, the psalms of awakening are sung, the reactor and servos stoked to life, and the Machine-Spirit comes haltingly to life, bits of dust rain down at you from the ineffectual mortar shells that strike the Sanctum Imperialis.
When at last you pull free from your moorings, you make your way down the halls to the room your superiors have taken as their command center, to find the carapace clad PDFers attempting a staring contest with some of the Celestians (And losingly, badly), their officer visible speaking to Palatine Rathitta and Cannoness Jessira inside. From inside you can raise out raised voices and the crackle of comms Though you struggle to hear much over the background noise, you do make out a few snippets (Greendoor perception check success).
The retributor didn't look for Alicia in particular out of the scurrying (and clanking) enginseers as the Sisters donned their plate, but it was one face she wouldn't have minded seeing. Depending on the disposition of Indomitable's machine-spirit she was either the quickest to the ready or the slowest--there were no half measures with the armor, just as she would have it. The smell of oil, dust, and the musky pungency of incense was a comforting funk that let her further avoid thoughts of her new burden to bear. It was like a disabled Exorcist, just sitting there, looming over everything and like as not to explode if poked wrong. Not that she would--poke it, or explode that was. Palais was foremost in her prayers on that front, followed closely by the oh so volatile ex-hospitaller.
@SirLagginton @greendoor"Do we have an internal blueprint of the Carmine Tower, Legatine?" Her eyes flick towards Lethicia then back down. "If we could determine where Vennedes' command center is, assuming Eneresh shall be by her side and a way through without fuss, then we could assault the command center unopposed. Grapnels would be sufficient. Maybe jump packs like Sister Ilana is fond of using."
"Psycrystals and psyocculums to determine Eneresh's location." She pushes a finger into the tower, causing the hololith to flicker violently, yet she continues her musings undeterred. "Demo charges or melta to breach the walls. Assault from an unexpected angle. Eliminate and subdue all opposition then extract using the breach we created. Vennedes' forces will soon crumble and disperse without a central figure to lead them, especially when rumors begin to circulate of what had happened to her."
She stands up straight, a small smile on her lips. "Yet no one shall be the wiser but us."
"They're anarchists Sister. I believe central leadership rather anathema to them."
It felt harsh the moment the words left her lips. It wasn't. It was accurate. She glanced over at Palais, then Lethicia. It would have been preferable to be holding that suicide bomber again.
"Your main thrust is good." It was a strain to sound warm enough that it wasn't chiding, but Maria felt as if she was pulling it off. "It's likely any occupants have altered the internal structure to suit their defensive needs since the last mapping, but a general view is useful. We should recall that if these besiegers are like the heretics our demi-squad encountered with Witch-Finder Zayneth they will exploit any breach we create and do not secure, and any weakness in the renegade defenses as a result of our advance in order to tear the witch to shreds." She made a half-aquila to the man, pausing to think a little.
"An attempt at parlay followed by direct assault, or some way in from below unseen--if the plans show anything of the sort exists seems wisest. An exterior ascent carries the risk of disrupting our cohesion, and falling. Or both. I wish to be my sisters' keeper as best I can, but it has been a long while since I strapped on a grav-chute, and would prefer not to in this rain."
Maria felt a raw edge creeping in to the back of her throat so she fell silent and drowned it with some recaf. It still felt like everyone was looking at her...damn, her manners.
"Lest I forget myself though: thank you for this assignment Legatine. To see a thing through to its end, and the chance to atone for failings...it is blessed work. Thank you."
Recaf now, and only recaf to pass her lips for the rest of the briefing, she swore it.