Athene chafed at the reality of the situation they were in. The unfortunate reality of was that despite the best efforts of Canoness Joan, the offloading of the refugee ships was completely uncoordinated. The Astra Militarum had seen to the needs of the Cadian regiments that were being transported, and by extension the Cadian refugees. However, the Adepta Sororitas did not factor into the plans of the Administratum. The reality is that no arrangements had been made for the disposition of the Sororitas, and word of their impending arrival had not been passed from the Administratum to the local convent. The intervention on their behalf by Cardinal Frollo had at least secured quarter for the sisters, but the logistics of moving them there was a whole other matter. The Imperial Navy was sorely needed elsewhere, and their ship captains were under strict orders to offload their charge as expeditiously as possible. This meant that many of the sisterhoods forces were scattered. Some units were able to take room on shuttles with the Cadian regiments when space allowed. Others, such as Athene's were randomly loaded in shuttles, with the only known destination being the planet surface. 

She looked at the tram operator and gave him 2 Imperial crowns. The man's eyes lit up more than a little surprised. Strictly speaking, Athene was not required to pay the man. The gratitude of the Sisterhood and the Imperial church was payment enough, but Athene knew that life of the working class of the Imperium was difficult enough as it was. Mankind must suffer so that mankind may survive. They had traveled as far as the tram physically could. Now they would travel on foot along the cobblestone streets and walkways toward the Imperial Guard reserve barracks where they would be temporarily house. 

As Athene and her squad made their way down the streets, they drew more than a passing glance from the locals. The Sisters of Battle were a rare sight to most in the Imperium. The only thing more rare to see would be the warriors of the Adeptus Astartes. They remained in close formation so as not to get separated. Around them, they could hear the sounds of the local night life as the remnants of the light following sunset faded. The only glow left in the sky was the pinkish purple glow of the great rift. It was a powerful sight, and one that had driven many towards piety, and just as many toward debauchery and hedonism or worse.