The march towards the Hive Worlds spaceport was a total route as the yellow Angry Marine monster trucks overran and outpaced the Ork greenskins, maddened from their brutal losses, into outright flight from the field of battle. Likewise, tanks and parts of the Imperial Guard Air Cohort were ruthlessly bombarding the enemy retreat as it snaked its way back across open terrain strewn with piles of fallen masonry buildings which had prior been pummeled intro gravel by the high explosive charges.
Several of the unfortunate greenskins also found themselves being intentionally targeted by the demented crew of the Astartes Warlord Titan as the lumbering vehicle slowed down to a trot, in order to single out individuals, so that they could better step upon them like puny little ants, all the while laughing manically through their armored behemoths external vox array.
However, the real surprise lay in the wake of the Ork retreat, and the foul xenos suspected nothing until it was far too late to properly react, "HEY YOU DICKLESS COWARDS… WHERE YA GO'N!" yelled a loud female voice through the planets Civil Address and Broadcast vox array.
Normally, the address system was used by the Ecclesiarchy to spread the Emperor's word across the vast urban hive city, but… in this instance the same vox system had been hijacked by some unknown human woman, and she was laughing manically and eerily across the entire planet like some sort of hiding phantom demon.
And, as if on cue for a full explanation of her address, numerous large atomic explosions suddenly tore through the city streets causing bright red flames to flash incinerate thousands of fleeing Orks like black dust being blown away in the wind; scorching there shadows permanently upon the broken pavement and exposed rockcrete walls.
Everywhere, the planet trembled as towering hive buildings fell over, pushed down by the explosive concussive blast from the numerous warheads, blackening the skies with dust and rubble so that the sun was properly hidden behind a thin veil of rockcrete mist.
It was like hell itself had touched down upon the planet's surface as the Orks broke against the atomic fire in a wave of cooking meat. Luckily, the Imperial troops were just far enough to see the fireworks, but not close enough to get caught up in the explosions. That having been said, many such persons close enough to the numerous detonations watched as someone or something emerged through the burning blaze like some sort of demonic angel.
Flanked on both sides by two yellow armored Angry Marines stood a single human woman in black and dark silver power armor, her hair pulled with a gothic headband like a wave of silver strands across the back of her cuirass as she slowly marched through burning hellfire. She was like a demon, holding a bolter in one hand and a mystical power sword glowing with ominous purple energy in the other.
Two large mechanically augmented arms spread out from her back like wings as she cleaved a sword straight through the head of a cowering greenskin being trampled beneath her elegant high heeled waltz. The poor creatures head split like a melon prior to him tumbling over in a gurgling fountain of green blood.
"CANNONNESS ELEKTRA SENDS HER GREETINGS YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!" yelled one of her escorting angry marines as he blew the face and head off of some unfortunate barely living greenskin cooked to his organs and lying in a heap of fellow alien bodies. The silver haired woman's violet eyes suddenly light up with raw seething bloodlust as numerous surviving Orks charged her.
"WOOOO! DID YOU SEE HIS FACE!" cheered one of her escorting Angry Marine, "I MEAN, IT'S NOT THERE ANYMORE! BUT DID YOU SEE HIS FACE!"
"Greenskin trash… they never learn do they Elektra?" asked the Canoness to herself, before her facial expressions returned back to a sneer bordering upon barely contained contempt, "No one asked for your opinion Velenor," her face then altered its expression into a glimmer of pure pity, "Poor creatures… do we really have to kill them? Maybe we can talk some sense into them!?"
"Shut up!" yelled Velenor, as the Sister of Battles face contorted back into a sneer, "Will you idiots be quite, I can't think with all this racket," replied Elektra with a clearly pained expression upon her face.
Canoness Elektra, the leader of the Sisters of Rage, was a VERY different Sister of Battle from the rest of her kind. More to the point, she had become an unfortunate victim of circumstance during a brutal three way firefight on Styxos IV between the Tau, Eldar, and Imperium of Man; when her sword struck the soulstone of some wicked Eldar Farseer, causing all three minds to be melded into a single body, a single human body.
The Imperium should have killed her right then and there, because of her spiritual corruption, but… then they noticed something. The fusion of all three minds had fundamentally altered Elektra so that her soul was immensely fortified against the warp… almost like a blank, but alas also more acutely attuned to pysker energies. She was… immune to demonic possession, with a heightened ability to tap into warp energies, but such things also came at a high price. Thus, she was a far more capable champion against Chaos… yet also… stunningly unstable.
"I hope big and sexy is alright. God, the thought of that Chapter Master slamming me upside down against the wall makes me all sorts of…" trailed Velenor with a wicked sense of depravity, "Ewe, too much information…" replied the Tau warrior Sugintou.
Of the three souls and their respective personalities inhabiting the single body, Elektra was the devout ironclad servant of the Imperial throne, Velenor was a perverted pysker who liked to abuse the human's body for cheap laughs… elder bitch, and the Tau was… naïve, almost childlike… and extremely annoying.
"I would honestly prefer it, if you could avoid whoring out my body…" scoured Elektra. The Eldar twisted her lips into an amused grin, "Don't pretend you don't like it… I know you get off on watching him pin you down by your wrist before he starts pumpi…"
"OH MY GOD TOO MUCH INFORMATION!" yelled Sugintou with Elektra's mouth.
By this point the Orks had stopped their fighting and were starring directly at the lunatic human woman as she continued to yell back and forth between her three bickering personalities.
"And then he loves to do that thing… you know that thing where he twists and…"
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" yelled both Sugintou and Elektra at the same time. It was true, Elektra remembered when Velenor took over her body and bedded the Angry Marine time and again. She hated it, those images burned into her retinas like an image made of stupid… "AHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed painfully.
By now both the Angry Marines and Orks had stopped their mutual combat to glare at her.
Elektra remembered everything. She remembered how the Eldar had done it on purpose just to mess with her… 'Ok, now let's just lose that virginity,' said the alien as she led the Astartes away in her, HER body. However, what was worse wasn't the actual deed, but the realization that all three souls actually enjoyed it on some primitive level.
The Canoness didn't realize she was pounding her head against a brick wall until way after the blood started to trickle down her forehead. It was then that she realized Sugintou was in control, "Make it stop… make the images stop!" she was yelling while Velenor laughed demonically in the background.
This was what she hated the most. All three souls shared a collective memory, and since one of the tenants was a damned pervert… the elder… the other two passengers were forced to constantly relive her depraved actions. It was maddening… more so to the Tau than Elektra. Eldar and human physiologies were very similar, but Tau… for that poor creature reliving the Eldar's numerous pleasurable pursuits was like a constantly reoccurring alien porno which left the creature baffled, confused, and oddly with a contorted sense of… well… Elektra didn't have the right words for the Tau's odd response, but it was somewhere between pleasure, hatred, and shame.
Elektra was lucky that she only felt shame, but the Tau… the Tau didn't know what to make of the things the Eldar was doing in their shared body. And, as if reminded of the shame, Elektra started to cry and scream, "I HATE YOU ALL!" she wailed as the other two voices finally calmed down.
She meant it too, she hated them both… well to be honest… she hated the Eldar more than the Tau. The blue skin was only slightly irritating, and at least had the decency to not whore her body out, "Wow… drammmma queen," laughed the Eldar.
Elektra screamed again, "If I could, I would kill you all over again you xeno's skank! I swear by the throne… I would rip you apart like a ragdoll and burn your corpse into ash," and she meant it to, and since all three personalities shared the same body the Tau suddenly felt a little more appreciative, "Wow," said Sugintou, "Funny, you don't feel the same way about me…"
Elektra finally pulled herself back together and spoke to the Tau, "You're at least productive and don't hump everything that moves, treating my loins like your personal plaything…" The Eldar was suddenly taken aback by the Canoness mental imagery and emotional memories.
Together all three people relived the same events in briefness from Elektra's perspective, a perspective filled with such deep soul crushing shame that it brought them all into an almost bottomless pit of despair.
And then, they collectively turned their blood face towards the battle field, their collective forehead smeared in blood from smashing repeatedly into a rockcrete wall. The Orks and numerous Angry Marines were starring directly at her without fighting as if drawn to a single magnificent flame like damned stupid moths.
"WOOO!" cheered an Angry Marine way off into the distance while gesturing with two rock'n'roll hand signs, "TAKE IT OFF! SHOW US YOUR BOOBS!"
Elektra, Velenor, and Sugintou boiled up in mutual rage and exploded back with a loud and resounding, "FUCK OFF!" and just as quickly as the battle had stalled, both sides resumed their respective killing.