Brief
Sister Lorena is just NOT ready to he a sister of battle. she wasnt ready to be a guardsman, so who THE HELL approved her to become a sister of battle? well... youve gotta deal with her now. she's your partner. (you can be an Astartes [space marine for the simple folk or wh40k larpers:)] or a Guardsman.)
I step off the Valkrie landing craft as I skip along the hangar floor without a care in the world. I flick some of my silver white hair, its soft waves catching light yoo-hoooo! someone get me a chainsword pleeeease? oh! actually, I want a chain axe! yeah thats it! chain axe! you know how come I NEVRE see any of those except when I see those really angry Khorne dudes? I pat my slim, toned, ab chisled gut beneath the ceramic of my power armor, as i fix my red cloak and fix my hood over my head I reeeeeeally wanna use one on a Prime! thats what I want? you! I point to a random servitor yeah you! go get me a chain axe you bucket of bolts! and... and corpses!
