You inspired a little writing. 
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The roads were dusty as a lone Rhino kicked up dust moving at speed, its hull originally pink was covered in dust and the muck thrown up from its tracks. The route was mapped and it moved past and through checkpoints without fuss, its icons and fact it was a Rhino demanded it pass with little issue. Breezing past a whole convoy of cargo 8 trucks, heavy loaded cargo trucks with bulk supplies moved slowly and steadily, the massive Luscius cargo 16 super heavy tank mover was hauling a pair of damaged leman russ tanks and a rolled over Chimera in opposite direction with what looked like yellow spray paint in Adaptus mechanicus codes to their needs and priority. 

Behind it lumbered another hauling many tons of empty cages, chains, and other restraint items, many of them piled up several deep and hanging from various numbered standard transport crates seen across 1000 worlds. 

The road rolled on as tracks ate up the miles.
 
She heard the rumble of her Rhino beneath her as they reached the area the exercise had deemed a command centre? This place was like many many others as the ramp dropped and the dull ring as ceramite clad feet matched on plastic steel deck plating and ramp of the faded dusty pink painted “Divine legacy” Was painted on the side of the armoured transport though due to ever present dust a white gauntleted fist scraped it away from the Holy name and symbol painted on its hull. 

The two others alongside nodded and made the aquilla as they waited, one deep in prayer and her second companion cleaned her weapon almost as a form of religious devotions. It was a sign of the times that they had to allow such flaws to creep in but the wider wars, the constant press of the dark powers, the rift that tore across and the loss of the ancient bastion of Cadia had pressed every branch of the Imperium hard, the most faithful no less so. 

“Hold for now, il find out what this captain has called in, might just have jumped he lost a few of the meat… or carless soldiers ” She slung her Luscius pattern las gun over the shoulder plates of her armour. A sign of the times, resources tight and supply from off world in demand by everyone. Her escort had a locally made Navy assault shotgun, the heavy bolter they had was a Emperor given gift. Pistols were no problem but more advanced heavy arms were in demand by everyone from the crusade fleets from all segmentum. 

She did not stop as she walked out to the dusty old building just about visible as “Heavy Plate works Sectus 3/54. Secondary tool office.” Her focus was on one place both her natural and augmented eye as the woman approached the doorway and the room lit by guard issue portable vox, cogitators and more haphazardly set up as best able with the thrum of a heavy portable promethium powered generator outside. 

“Captains that way, first floor maam” A nervous man who worked a console and seemed to be entirely too willing to let his boss deal with the present situation, why did have to call in a QRF, command was already breathing down their necks. 

“Mi ldady, Emapror bless you” one younger woman who seemed to be a recent recruit by the clean state of her uniform and fact she wore a complete set of matching gear, a feat many others had failed and did best to look professional even caked in dust and mismatched from use and wear the sands placed on everything man and machine. “Carry on.” She said more softly, she was not entirely a bitch but she had to make her impression clear to this Captain. 

“Sist…”

“Sister Hospitler Palatine Chen, why did you drag me out here exactly?” She did not let the man even start, her mood was not best having dragged out here to help with the guard exercises, yet alone dragged to find a QRF call when she was about to lead her sister's prayers of St Catherine. Duty calls. 

“Thankyou…Sister. “ He stammered before asserting himself, the man was a Captain even of he faced one of the Emperors daughters who seemed to be in a bad mood and expected an emergency. “Please sit, il explain.” He offered and relised he had pushed his luck somewhat. 

“I'd rather stand, just get one with it.”

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“Orders?” The Sister to her right asked as she cradled the shotgun across her lap, mantained and cleaned to perfection, though not a holy bolter it was still a weapon of the emaprors vengeance and would be respected as so. The mission had not called for such weapons and their expensive holy ammunition. “They found a nest of heretics?” She asked with a fervent look as they rolled through the gates of the compound to the main factory road. 

“Panic, Poitical, they lost some factory Lords son, joined guard to show he was a loyal citizen etc. Command was getting snippy about it. A Lt.” She said frankly to her sisters in a way she would to no others, she trusted them deeply and in ways few others deserved. She showed a pic slate of the image of the officer in fresh crisp uniform on his graduation day and a second of him looking more in fresh combat uniform..

“Seach and locate, probbly a vox down.” the sister to her left said, and nodded memorising the image and the insignia the officer wore. She scanned it quickly, they probbly had just drifted past a large structure that was blocking vox contact or taken damage, the system where rugged but not indestructible. 

“By the Emparor I hope it is, we put some fear of the Holy into them, report back and send them back to HQ.” The older former militant sister said as she checked the higher power las gun she had taken for this trip, they where not against foes that bolter shells needed, the God Emperors rescorces where not be squandered in times like this. 

“The Emperor hand guides us in strange ways” Came from the sister with the heavy weapons as she looked up from her holy bolter. “Should have shot him for wasting our time.” She said casually and looked over to the Rhino screen and saw the local map flash up, the estimated targets and local information on the environment and such. 

“If we shot everyone that annoyed you, we would run out of bolt shells.” was the reply to the other sister who was a little too eager to use her weaponry. She knew her sisters fault and issue but also was one of the best heavy gunners in their sqaud and happy to work alongside the veteran sister hospiteler. She could keep the woman under a tight hand, but knew when to let her go. 

“They should be more faithful then” The sister said as she gave a glare at report of the “targets” being criminals, maybe deserters and other human criminal chaff rounded up by the Imperium. This was just risking things, letting such things loose and arming them…

“Settle down, 2 Minutes, should be reaching a local command post.” Came The senior sisters voice as she grabbed her chain sword and mounted it to her waist belt, bolt pistol, las gun and the white armour of her medical equipment with the medicae symbol painted in red on shoulders and the iconic fleur de lis that all of the Emperors daughters wore gleaming platinum metal that was already attracting dust from the environment.

“Copy. Lets get this done Sister Palatine. Pull us over, and guard the Rhino.” The two sisters using her forner combat rank in dusty Pink armour gathered their gear and 2 minutes later nodded to the driver who pulled alongside the motor area and the 3 sisters marched out to the command post, another dusty temporary camp the same as any other. They had a younger recruit driving for them, she needed more tempered experience and training first before they wanted to throw her into combat. 

The Order of Marla local presence was not the largest and most powerful of the larger major orders but their local presence was quite effective and well trained and armed members of the local sectors church Militant arm. The pink armour they wore was different to the normal but was just another unusual quirk to the Imperium. 

Even as a minor order they had earned a solid reputation even if they had developed their own version of some worship and rules, which deviated slightly by natural evolution and influences from their recruitment worlds and locations. 

It was three sisters that stood in all the organised chaos, they could call on more but the Order had been tied up with a whole list of other tasks that required their attention. A training exercise mistake did not need a full multi squad, heavy support and armoured units to support. They would investigate first.