"We should move swiftly, Sister-Celestian. There is precious little time to lose."

"Hush [b]yourself[/b]," snapped Victorine as she picked up the lasgun hanging from now slackened fingers, checking the power pack in one jmotion before lifting it to her shoulder, "Sister Alexa... if you would not mind pressing that panel there." She pointed one finger at a panel next to the door, assuming that these rebels would be too cocksure and confident to leave a passcode or security sequence on the door.

Once the tank of a woman had pressed the button the door would begin to slip open, the Sister-Celestian taking in the scene before her with quick glances, inside was a room wherein a dozen guards were moving about in various ways - a few were rising slowly from their bunks, while another huddled by themselves in a corner, and a further few played a game of regicide around a small steel table; at the far end of the room, hanging by chains above a sputtering fire, clearly already slashed and cut multiple times, was the Planetary Governor himself.

One eye, less bloodied and swollen than the other, peered up as the door opened and opened wide in surprise.

"You know what to do, Sisters. Show no mercy, secure the Governor, and God-Emperor take them!"

Before the door was even fully opened the Celestian was through, shooting a too-slow heretic from their feet and into a wall with a sickening crack of bone, screaming a prayer to the Emperor as spatterings of return fire whipped about her.

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