It had been a long and draining trip to this Shrine world of Elpos III. For Ellyn, that much was obvious. The fouls dreams of senseless madness and putrid debauchery which had plagued her and so many of the Inquisitor's retinue weighed heavily on her mind, even as their ship touched down and the crew amassed around the bay doors. Much of her journey had been spent in solitary prayer, finding solace in the comfort of worship and the warmth of God Emperor. Yet, even for one as pious as she, worship could not remove the edge such visions of horror put her on. Perhaps it was for the best. In all her years of service purging the enemies of man, the inability to find relaxation had served her well. She could not afford to allow the bliss of piety to blind her to the taint of corrupt. 

She could only allow it to empower her with righteous zeal. As the sharp hiss of a mechanical entrance permeated the cargo hold, the Sister braced herself for what was to come. Karthis himself led the disembarking, followed by a number of Ellyn's 'companions'. An odd word, considering how so many of these men mocked the glory of her Emperor. Abhumans, mutants and warp touched accompanied her in the righteous fight. No matter how just or necessary the Inquisition's plight was, working with such... abominations left a sour taste in the woman's mouth.

Descending the ramp on the heels of the damnable Psyker whose company she had been lucky to avoid for the most part, Ellyn's hazel hues shifted instinctively to those gathered to meet them. The small squad of Sororitas was a welcome sight. Proud warriors of the Martyred lady, if their black armor and crimson vestments were anything to go by. They stood as a stark opposite to the scarlet shine of her own suit and the silky slips of ebony fabric which clung around it. A less welcome sight, she found, was the clergy who stood farther off. Never would such words escape her lips in mixed company, but the slugs who called themselves 'priests' on this world disgusted her. Gorging themselves on rich foods garnered by the power His creed bestowed upon them. Such hedonism had no place among the Ecclesiarchy. On a world so renown for festivities no less, the repenting Sister could only question if Slaneesh had not a blasphemous hand in this planet's possible corruption. A passing glance was given to the starving pilgrims, although it was one of softness as opposed to harsh judgement. Those who denied themselves pleasure for His sake were worthy, in her eyes, for more than simple rags and positions of meekness.

Such a look of compassion could not remain for long. Immediately, her focus was brought upon the Sister Superior and her welcome. Standing staunchly at attention, the distant rings of battle did nothing to stir the woman. Unlike her Inquisitor, she had seen combat first hand on her tour around the galaxy. It was a relief to find that many of her companions did not find such disturbing either; a sign she was in the company of seasoned warriors who had also brought down the hammer of holy justice upon xeno, heretic and worse. Words exchanged by the Sister and Karthis were heard but not trifled with. It was only when their group made for the transports provided by the local convent that she stirred from dutiful stoicism. 

The gentle clink of power armor followed her every step as Ellyn boarded the Inquisitor's chosen rhino and sat on the very edge of its spacious interior. She always preferred the seats by the door for the quickness of deployment. First in the fray and last to leave was always her personal motto when launched into battle. She was well equipped for it, too, as became apparent as the strongly built woman unlatched the magnetic harness which held her massive chainsword to the back of her breast plate. The Eviscerator was a terrifying weapon for any who would oppose those zealous enough to wield it, but it also made sitting difficult. With a soft mechanized whine, she sat upon the rhino's bench and held her beloved weapon close for the sake of politeness.

Others in their group were none so kind. Smoke quickly filled the air of their transport, Lho-sticks aplenty among the less tolerable members of their detachment. Though her nose scrunched in disgust from the stench, Ellyn restrained herself as to listen to the Inquisitor's odd requests. Having a rhino for ones personal chambers was odd, but so rarely did the nun understand the man she followed. Ever dutiful, the woman spoke for the first time since her morning prayers back aboard the ship, directing her words primarily to Karthis.

[b]"I volunteer to watch over the transport upon its conversion, Inquisitor. Your safety among this planet's populous is paramount, should we seek to rid it of the heretical plague which has taken root."[/b] A simple declaration, but one of iron conviction.