Hello, again my fellow readers! Hope you all doing alright, so here we are again with a new chapter.
This one was a challenge to write since it will contain a scene with nudity and a little of the background of Silviya. I tried to play a little with how the life of SoB is from a young age.
In her case, she was from a young age part of a sororitas order, so I really tried to play with that notion.
Anyhow, without further ado, let the show begin...
The Calling Part VI
One hour must have passed already, with his face centimeters from the dirty cafeteria floor. The soldiers have already gone back to their quarters leaving only him, Sarah, the commissar, and a very remorseful Silviya on the cafeteria grounds.
Sarah already finished the seventy push-ups. Of course that she is sprawled on the ground right now, her rapid breathing showing her fatigue.
He managed to do twenty in the first ten minutes but after the twenty minutes mark, he only managed to do ten more before falling flat on his face on the dirty-ass floor. The commissar proceeded to order him to do all over it. And here they are, he only managing five push-ups before falling flat on his face.
This time he only manages to get to the third push-up before falling again. The commissar only sighs, and with boredom in his voice orders him.
"One more time..."
There he goes again, positioning himself to start the exercise all over again, but he doesn't even manage to rise to the first push-up, before meeting the ground once more. He hears the voice of Silviya, with clear concern in her voice.
"Is that not enough commissar? He can't do it anymore, let just forget all of this..."
"Never! You refused to obey my order. You being a sister or not, you are amidst the Astra Militarum so either fit in or go back to whatever you call your home!"
He can feel her stare at him. Whatever she is thinking he just wishes it won't get him more than seventy push-ups. He hears a heavy sigh coming from Silviya's mouth.
"Fine ill do it. How many do you want?"
At that, he looks surprised at the sororitas, he hears a belly laugh coming from the commissar.
"Seventy...if you fail once, you will do it again, just like Erick boy here."
He finishes pointing at him on the ground, and with a satisfying hum, the commissar waits.
Silviya leaves the crutch on the table and instantly goes to the ground, with her fists on the ground with both her legs supporting her. With a painful hiss, she starts counting out loud.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."
There she goes, doing the exercise without even blinking, focusing her stare on the ground. Not one single painful sound coming off her, only the sound of counting can be heard.
"Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three..."
Wow, she is already at twenty, her composure unwavering. Eyes full of determination Silviya is still going at it.
"Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three..."
Holy Emperor she's good! Wounded she managed to do fifty push-ups and counting, the face of the commissar is priceless. The officer rubs his eyes, not believing what he is seeing.
But wait something is wrong. Erick looks at her wounded leg, and that's when he notices it. Something dripping from her left leg.
It doesn't take a genius to know that something isn't right, he takes a closer look at her face and notices it. Her eyes have determination in them alright, but there is something else...pain. She's trying to hide it with this mask of fierceness, to disguise the discomfort she is feeling right now.
"Sixty-five, sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine..."
Silviya stops in mid-push-up, her expression changes for an instant from determination to suffering, her arms lightly tremble, the veins in her muscular arms showing, one vein even pops up in her forehead. Under her left leg, a puddle of blood is forming.
"Seventy."
The commissar stares at her, his expression one of surprise.
"Well done, you impressed me! The best performance I've ever seen. You managed to do it even wounded, you have my respect sister."
The commissar tips his cap to her. And with a more calm but still booming voice orders.
"Gamma squad at ease. Stand up, go take a bath and go back to your living quarters."
He leaves before even checking it out if they were getting up or not. Erick manages with certain difficulty to stand up again, Sarah is sitting on the cafeteria steel bench, but Silviya still is in the same position on the ground.
He slowly approaches Silviya as soon as he gets two feet away from her, she quickly collapses on the ground with a heavy thud.
Shit, he quickly turns her on her back, the scene that greets him is not good. Silviya is at least conscious since she is staring at the roof. Her left tight is covered in blood, the bandage wrapping her wound is drenched with the red liquid.
He kneels on the ground near her left tight, he must take a look at the wound so he can properly treat it. When his hand gets near the drenched dressings Silviya grabs his arm holding it in place. Her expression is one of distrust and annoyance.
With the best-disarming smile he can manage, he tries to calm her.
"It's okay, I just want to take a look."
Her expression slowly changes from distrust to indifference, as she releases her hold. Erick proceeds to tear the bandage open so he can take a better look at the wound.
Is not so hard to discover the cause of the bleeding, a mos of the stitches came undone, probably caused by the extreme exercise from earlier. Thank the Emperor that he knows how to stitch wounds, he even has a sewing kit on his pouch fixed on his guardsman belt.
He takes the kit from his pouch with his right hand, but he realizes something, he doesn't have one of his arms. So that just got more complicated, he calls Sarah for help. The other guardsman kneels beside him on the ground.
"Her stitches came undone, I must redo them, to stop the bleeding. But as you well know it I cant do it with only one arm. So I will need you to be my second hand got it?"
She nods at his request. Erick then with the most disarming tone he can manage asks Silviya.
"Can I?"
Her only reaction to his question is her forearm covering her eyes, and a short nod.
With her consent, they start working. It was a little weird at first since he depended on the coordination between him and Sarah to do the stitches. But some minutes into it they got the hang of it. In unison they manage to stitch her wound back, putting an end to the bleeding.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead Erick admires his finished work. Her wound is finely stitched together again, the crisis is averted.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."
Each movement with her left leg is horrible. It feels like if someone punched her tight again and again. But she endures it, it's her punishment for failing her leader, to make him go through this punishment because of her. What she did was right she doesn't have any doubts about that, but this man that dares to call himself a commissar doesn't think so.
If she could she would smash his head with her two bare hands, but that would only screw 661 and Sarah, so scratch that. The only viable option is for her to take this ridiculous punishment.
"Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three..."
Shit, the pain in her leg is becoming unbearable, she can feel her wound getting moist with what is probably blood. All her willpower is set on denying the sadistic satisfaction of the officer watching her. She will not give him any reaction besides raw determination.
"Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three..."
The wound is throbbing with pain, each throb is like a knife stabbing her tight. Silviya can feel the blood starting to dribble out of the bandage wrapping her wound. Her determination still unwavering, the shocked expression on the commissar's face gives her strength enough to fight back the suffering.
"Sixty-five, sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine..."
She pauses, the throbbing pain is now like fire coursing through her entire left leg, the best way to describe it is as if someone was stabbing her tight while lighting it up on fire. It's one of the most painful sensations she has ever felt in her entire life.
Silviya takes a deep breath. She couldn't maintain her facade, every muscle in her body is tensing at the excruciating pain, she can feel the stream of blood coming out of her wound onto the floor. Her entire willpower now is set on finishing the last push-up.
"Seventy."
That's it, she managed to finish this idiotic punishment. It's over, if she wasn't suffering severe pain right now she would celebrate. Her mind is dizzy, she can't properly focus on what is happening around her. The officer is talking somewhere around her, she is only able to hear "...at ease". It takes some seconds for her brain to process the information before finally falling flat on her face on the ground.
She can feel 661 approaching her, she feels his warm and calloused hand turning her body. With her back now on the ground, she can see around her. He kneels beside her injured leg, he is inspecting her injury, his hands are moving to her left tight. Her first reflex is to stop him before he worsens the situation.
The guardsman turns to her with the best-disarming smile he can manage, 661 tries to calm her.
"It's okay, I just want to take a look."
Should she trust him? He is only a guardsman, what he can do in this situation? it would be better if 661 just called an apothecary or a hospitaller.
But at the same time, everything he has done so far proves his trustworthiness. He is very competent in his role as a leader and as a guardsman, if he is able to help her or not, it doesn't matter. She should trust him more.
Silviya releases her hold on his arm, as he proceeds to tear out the drenched curative. He takes a look at her bleeding tight, he frowns a little while inspecting it. He proceeds to open a pouch in his leather belt and from there he gets a small black bag, the guardsman takes a look inside the bag, before stopping.
His reflecting on something, soon enough he turns to the redhead sitting on the steel bench. And with a wave of his hands, he beckons her.
"Her stitches came undone, I must redo them. But as you well know it I cant do it with only one arm. So I will need you to be my second hand got it?"
The redhead appears in her peripheral vision, with a worried expression she nods at the guardsman. 661 turns to her again with the same disarming smile.
"Can I?"
She cant believe this is happening again, Silviya should be the one to protect and help him, not the other way around. For Emperor's sake is she so pathetic that a guardsman must keep helping her.
Her only reaction to his question is to cover her eyes with her forearm, in hopes of hiding her shame. Silviya nods signaling her consent to his help.
With her consent, they start working. It was a little weird at first since she could feel both their hands touching her skin. They fumbled around for some good three minutes, before really starting to stitch her up.
It's painful she won't lie, feeling the suture needle piercing the sensitive skin around the wound, but soon enough she gets used to it. In unison they manage to stitch her injury back, putting an end to the flow of blood.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead 661 admires his finished work. She can feel her wound closed again, the pain still lingers though. She's relieved to find that the familiar feeling of flowing blood isn't there anymore.
661 stands up, he pats his pants to clear any dust that could be in them, he extends his right hand to her. She clenches her left hand around it, and with all the remaining strength left on her, she manages to use his hand to leverage her body up.
But on the way up she loses her balance since she is lightheadedly caused by the loss of a considerable amount of blood, 661 manages to pick her up before she could fall on the ground.
"That was close..."
661 tells her with a relieved voice while holding her. Silviya feels something weird squeezing her right breast, as well as a wall of heat behind her back.
She notices now, their position is awkward, to say the least. His right hand is squeezing her right boob, they are kneeling on the ground, her back is hard-pressed on his chest, legs sprawled beneath her, and his chin is right above Silviya's head.
A thick silence falls between the two. She can feel a blush coming to her cheeks before a surge of adrenaline comes rushing through her body and on instinct, she turns her body to face him, and with fury, in her eyes, she delivers a mighty punch on his cheek.
Making him fall on his back, and without his chest to support her, she falls alongside him. However, that causes the two to end up in another embarrassing position.
This time she has both of her hands on his chest, one of her legs is almost straddling him, her face is on his neck and she is on top of him. She can feel his body heat under her, his throbbing heart in his neck as well as a musky odor coming from his rough skin. An odor that she had never smelled before.
Silviya feels a strange feeling in her chest, a heat that she never felt before, but before she could understand what this feeling was she heard a loud.
"Are you two okay!?"
Sarah came running to their position on the ground, 661 sits on the ground with her still propped on his chest. She is now on his lap, which worsens the situation for her already blushed cheeks, she feels the urge to punch his face again but holds herself as she notices blood dripping from his mouth.
He looks angrily at her, he turns his head to the right and spits blood on the ground.
"Silviya we should talk about your violent tendencies. I don't think my teeth can endure another one of your punches."
He lets her body slide to the floor, as he stands up. 661 turns to the redhead and with an authoritative voice orders.
"Take her to the showers, let her clean herself and the wound. After that leave her in the room, she should rest."
Silviya notices a hint of rage in his voice. She stares at him with sincerity, and with the best calm voice she can manage right now, the sister tries to defuse the situation.
"Look it was knee jerk reaction. I didn't mean to actually punch your face."
With his back still turned to her he simply says with a very irritated tone.
"If you want to be a part of this team, learn to control your "knee jerk reactions". We don't hurt each other on purpose here, so get used to it or beat it."
"It wasn't on purpose..."
She is cut off by his very pissed stare. Silviya doesn't know why but she shut up at the moment that his stare settled on her.
After this very uncomfortable exchange, he just walks away to an unknown place.
"Sheesh, he's pissed."
The annoying redhead said it with worry in her voice. She approaches the sitting Silviya on the ground.
"Let's go to the washrooms, you are a mess. Your forehead, arms, and clothes are all smeared with blood."
Silviya looks between Sarah and the place where 661 went.
"Leave him be. He's angry right now, give him some space and he will come back to talk to you."
"It was an accident, I don't understand his reaction. He's exaggerating."
Sarah gives a small laugh at her answer before adding.
"I know, and he is. But he seems to not understand that you are the kind of person whose first reaction to problems is violence."
Yeah, that's right...wait what?
"No, I'm not like that."
"Yes, you are. Just look at your exchange with Erick in the infirmary, when you choked me after I teased you and your mighty punch after he grabbed your boob."
The sororitas could only blush at the remarks made by Sarah. If Silviya could she would punch her face until it resembled her entire fist...Wait Is the redhead right though? Does she have a problem with violence?
Probably not.
"It was an accident, I just lost my temper okay?"
The redhead looks at her with a naughty smirk.
"Which part of it was an accident? Drawing a bolter pistol at Erick? Trying to kill me over a joke? Or he copping a feel?"
There it goes, her cheeks are getting warm again, and her desire to punch her face in with all her might is getting warm as well.
"SHUT UP! For Emperor's sake could you please stop joking for one fucking second?"
Sarah only shrugs, with her expression turning from a naughty smirk to a serious one.
"Okay, okay. I think you had enough of my teasing for the time being."
There is a pause.
"Look just give him some space."
Silviya agitated with the terrible situation between her and 661, asks the other guardsman.
"Why must I give him space if all the situation is a misunderstanding!?"
Sarah kneels in front of her, with empathetic eyes and a very serious tone starts explaining.
"I won't take you to him right now cause he needs some space. You punched his cheek really hard, just moments after he saved your life, no wonder he is pissed."
There is a pause.
"Of course that he should know better since you are a battle sister and all. But he will calm down and you both will talk and then you going to say that you're sorry."
Silviya only sighs dejectedly, there we go again. She lost control of her temper like a child again, this is unbecoming of her. Since the events on Cadia, she is losing control of her emotions.
She must pray and meditate asap. Get her focus back, control these rampant emotions.
Sarah comes with the crutch in her hands, she gives it to Silviya, then grabs her right arm and helps her to get up. With the wounded sister back on her feet, they both proceed to go to the communal washrooms.
The redhead helps her along the way, she assists her on the side that doesn't have the crutch support. They climb the stairs back, it takes a while before arriving on the top floor.
The annoying guardsman takes her back to deck 45, but instead of going to the living quarters 12, they continue until the end of the corridor. Arriving there is a big double door in the middle of the wall, with a huge sign on its doorpost written "Washrooms 45".
As Sarah opens the room, a wave of steam leaves through the double doors. Once inside, there is a huge wall made of greyish tiles on it two very rusted metal signs pointing in opposite directions. To the left a shield and the one in the right a sword, they follow the one on the left.
The female washroom is huge, having showers at least for more than 45 people at once. At the wall at the end of the corridor of showers, there are a plethora of aluminum laundry tubs. On the wall next to the entrance of said room there is a metal sign with bathroom rules.
First: The showers only work for five minutes, having to wait thirty minutes for the shower to reset its timer. SO DON'T TAKE MORE THAN 5 MINUTES!
Second: It prohibited the presence of men in this washroom, if any is caught in here, take him to the nearest commissar so the proper punishment can be applied;
Third: Sexual relations in this area are strictly forbidden, this is a space for baths, not a brothel. If a couple is caught in such circumstances they will be disciplined severely;
Fourth: We advise that you leave your bearings in your room since no one is here to watch your belongings. Losing such will be your own responsibility, no one will bother to find it, so TAKE CARE OF YOUR SHIT!
Fifth: There is a soap dispenser in each shower, just get your hands close to it and he will give you the correct amount to wash your body and hair.
PS: NO! PRESSING THE BUTTON AGAIN WON'T GIVE YOU MORE, IT WILL ONLY WORK ONCE PER SHOWER TIME!
PS#2: THIS IS NOT AN SPA IN SOME PLEASURE WORLD SO GET USED TO IT.
Sixth: If you wish to clean your clothes use the laundry tubs at the end of the room. Different than the showers you will have access to ten minutes of water per laundry, and three activations of soap. So use wisely.
PS: We don't recommend you to accumulate dirty laundry, you won't manage to clean it all. Also, be a decent human being and clean your shit! NO ONE DESERVES YOUR STINK-ASS CLOTHES ALL AROUND THE LIVING QUARTERS.
Silviya ended her reading of the rules on the rusted metal panel. Well, it's simple enough.
"You can let me walk without aid from here on out."
The battle sister simply stated while untangling herself from the redhead.
"Okay, ill be right behind you."
There is some other guardsman around them taking a shower. A cloud of steam is all around them she slowly limps to the closest vacant shower, Sarah is right behind her.
Before entering the aforementioned, Silviya starts to take her clothes off. First, she takes her black muscle shirt off, exposing her entire torso, under the garment, there is a bandage wrapped around her breasts, her body is toned, she has some scars near her belly button.
Her back is filled to the brim with scars, the only part apparently untouched is in the upper part of her back, where there is a tattoo. But only the start and the end of it can be seen since the bandage is upon it.
In the next piece of clothing Silviya asks for the help of the redhead behind her, she supports her left arm in the shoulders of the annoying guardsman. With one hand and a lot of wiggling, she manages to drop her pants on the washroom ground, revealing her legs.
Her legs are toned. Her muscles are well defined by a life of training and combat, some scars here and there, a product of past missions or rigorous training. Under the combat pants that now lay on the floor, she uses standard imperial white panties.
Next, she takes off her combat boots along with her standard imperial socks.
Silviya now in her undergarments turns to Sarah.
"I'll be fine from now on, you don't need to worry."
Sarah nods at her and before going to the shower on her right. Silviya can only stare at the redhead.
"If I'm already here why not take this opportunity to wash the sweat off my body?"
The battle sister only nods at the redhead as she proceeds to undress as well. Different from her, the soldier uses a dark green combat shirt, green cargo pants, and dark brown hiking boots. She peels her clothes off in the same order as Silviya.
Being left in only her underwear like Silviya, the guardsman releases her hair from the ponytail. The sororitas take notices of the girl in the shower beside her has a very lean build, her torso skin being far whiter than the rest of her body, differently from her the redhead has a triangle-shaped figure, wide hips, but small breasts.
Sarah is shorter than her, not by a large margin, the girl has long hair, she didn't notice that before since the soldier usually uses her hair in a ponytail. The underwear used by the girl next to her is black.
Sarah notices her staring, and with a playful smile says.
"Like what you see?"
Silviya innocently questions "What do you mean by that?"
Sarah could only dumbfoundedly stare at her, she notices that the redhead is hesitant to say something before sighing and taking the rest of her clothes off. Her breasts are perky, and in her venus mound, there is a bush of red hair.
The guardsman turns the shower on and steps under it. A cloud of steam immediately starts as the redhead turns the shower on.
"Be careful the water is hot!"
Sarah said, trying to be louder than the running water of the shower above her.
Silviya turns the shower on, and just like the one next to her a wave of steam gets out from the cascading hot water. She unwraps the bandage around her breasts freeing them from their tight binds, it falls on the ground. Now without the aforementioned, her D cup breasts are revealed alongside her tattoo, the latter being a sentence in high gothic "In te, Domine, speravi".
Then she props herself with her right arm in the wall, so she can take her panties off. Differently, from the redhead next to her she is shaved down there.
In all her nude glory Silviya enters under the hot water. In the instant that the hot water fell on her shoulders, Silviya lets a satisfied sigh. Tapping the soap dispenser she pours the transparent liquid on her hands and with both of them, she starts to rub on her body. The smell of glycerin soap fills her nostrils, she let the water splash on her face, the blood on her face cascading down her body.
Focusing on taking out the blood from her body, she cleans her face, and arms, the red liquid flowing from her body down to the drain.
With her eyes closed, she hears the loud voice of Sarah.
"So how is it going, your first bath with the imperial guard?"
Silviya with her eyes still closed hums.
"Not bad, it's the first time that I take a bath as hot as this. And I must say it's magnificent."
She can hear the shock in Sarah's voice as she questions.
"What!? Your joking right?"
"No. In my convent, we used to bath only in cold water."
"Why? Why would an organization such as yours not have hot water? Even us of the imperial guard have warm baths in the barracks when we are off duty."
"It was by design. Cold showers help reduce muscle soreness after intense training. Since cold water has regenerative properties, your muscles will relax and repair after a tough workout."
Silviya only hears a short "Oh" before silence fell between the two.
The sister is scrubbing her hair now, trying to wash out the filth the best way she can.
The silence ends with an ahem from the redhead.
"So I take it that your upbringing wasn't easy..."
Silviya turns annoyingly to the guardsman.
"And by that you mean?"
After her question, Sarah turned to her with an apologetic expression.
"Don't get this the wrong way...But your reactions to problems, and the little you disclosed about your life in your order, seems like you had pretty rough."
Silviya raises an inquisitive eyebrow at the guardsman.
"Do you realize what I am?"
There is a pause.
"My upbringing had to be rough. The role of a battle sister is obviously fighting battles, we are built to be weapons for His mission. Every aspect of our lives is designed for this purpose."
Sarah hums at the sororitas answer.
"I get it. But most of us from the imperial guard had rough upbringings, however, none of us are like you. And that's why I don't understand you fully."
The sororitas turns to the guardsman while finishing scrubbing her hair and starting to wash her right leg.
"What is there to understand?"
"Your behavior...I wasn't kidding when I said that your first reaction to problems is violence. Sometimes you act similar to a space marine."
Silviya is getting annoyed with this line of conversation. Frowning while washing her left leg, she declares to the guardsman.
"While I don't appreciate your comparison, you are right when you state that we are different than you. You imperials can have a life outside your duty. Can have relationships, a family, friends, even a hobby depending on your station and role."
The sororita pauses to take a breath, and wash the soap off her body.
"But we battle sororitas have every aspect of our lives revolving around war. In this matter, we are similar to the Astartes."
Sarah looks at her puzzled, and with a curious voice asks.
"How so?"
At this question, Silviya turns her head to look at the tiles in front of her, and with a sigh, her mind goes back in time, a time where things were much simpler and everyone she knew was alive.
"Remember our duty! We are the holy sword of our Emperor. We afford no distractions, no hesitance, and above all no incompetence."
Brigith explained to the class of acolytes in front of her. The class ranging from 8 to 12 years old.
A ten-year-old Silivya is blindfolded, with a bo stick in her hands in a fighting stance. The booming voice of the canoness fills the air.
"Sisters, what is the first creed?"
"NO DISTRACTIONS!"
They all say in unison, as soon as they end their chorus, an organ sound blasts through all the room. The noise is so loud that the first reaction of Silviya is to cover her ears, as soon as she gets out of the stance to cover her ears. She takes a hard blow from what probably is a bo staff to the face. Her left nostril is leaking blood, when the red liquid gets close to her mouth she just licks it.
With her stance back again, and the unbearable sound still playing. Silviya uses all her willpower to maintain her posture. But eventually, she flinches, which is enough for a blow in her right knee making her bow. As soon as her knee touched the floor another blow to her face, making her fall on her back. The sound suddenly stops giving space for the booming voice of Brigith.
"Silviya and Emelia! Remember FOCUS! If you lose focus you leave an opening to an attack as well as HERESY!"
She takes a deep breath before adding.
"Losing focus of your mission could get you and your sisters killed! As well as giving opportunity for heretic thoughts and influence in your mind! FOCUS is our shield."
The person who hit her helps her to stand on her feet again. As soon as she positions herself again with the bo staff, she hears the commanding tone of her canoness.
"What is the second creed?"
The entire class in unison with discipline screams.
"NO HESITANCE!"
"Acolytes take your blindfolds off. Take a partner and wait for my signal."
They all proceeded to follow the instructions of the older sister. Silviya ends up partnering with Emilia. The twelve-year-old redhead trades a playful smile with her waiting for further instructions.
"Now young ones, FIGHT! And only when your opponent is on the ground unable to fight you stop. If any of you hesitate, the sister will get ten lashes on her back."
Silviya looks worryingly to the older sororitas. Brigith only smirks back, blinking with one eye. Silviya's stare is cut short as she feels a blow to her stomach, then on her face.
Emelia comes violently against her, giving multiple strikes with the bo staff. Silviya manages to defend most of it, but soon enough one of the strikes lands on her right-hand fingers, making her lose her stance for one second.
That being enough for Emelia to give a hard blow on her face. The metallic taste of blood permeates her mouth, the strike most certainly damaging something inside her mouth. Her opponent stops the attack and with a mocking laugh taunts her.
"Is that all you got Silviya? I expected more of you "sister"."
That's it! This bitch is dead. Her hands clench hard around the staff, a determined yet enraged expression takes control of her features. Using her stance again she waits for the redhead strike. Both stare at each other for some seconds before Emilia with a war cry comes rushing towards her. Silviya defends herself from the sequence of strikes, managing to evade most of them. Only parrying and evading the attacking sister.
She maintains this rhythm for some time until she notices that Emilia is huffing, her eyes have determination within them, but another thing as well. Her opponent is getting tired, Perfect!
As soon as she notices the fatigue within Emilia's stare Silviya starts her attack, a sequence of hard but repetitive blows, this sequence of attacks serving only to make her opponent even more tired since she is having to block heavy attacks. The predictable pattern of attacks is on purpose, she wants Emilia to block each attack.
It works the redhead stance is broken, she leaves an opening. And here comes the finishing blow, with a fluid and quick strike with her bo staff she hits her chin, making Emilia lose her stance completely, the loud noise of the opponent's bo staff falling on the ground fills the air.
Taking one more opportunity she delivers a blow to the redhead's stomach making her fall on her knees. Silviya then kicks Emilia's face sending her tumbling to the ground. There it is her opponent is on the ground, she did it!
Silviya managed to defeat the oldest of the acolytes, and one of the most brilliant of their class. And she even managed to win the bet with Jessita, that she could win against the redhead, she will have now double desert in lunchtime!
Now let's finish this, she positions her staff right above Emilia's face, ready to deliver the finishing blow. The other sister rolling with pain on the ground. The moment she readies herself to strike an intruding thought came to her mind.
"*Didn't she helped you improve your reading and fighting skills? It is fair to do this with her?*"
Centimeters from Emilia's face the bo staff stops. The mere thought is enough to make her reconsider doing this. Does she need to do this?
Does she need to hurt another sister? Maybe this training should use servitors or some shit like that. Her trail of thoughts is lost as soon as she feels something on her feet.
Silviya realizes too late what the feeling was. Emilia kicked her legs, making her fall on her left side. She lets a painful gasp, the side that hit the ground hurting like hell, the air in her lungs are taking out by the strong impact.
Emilia quickly stands up and takes Silviya staff from the ground, she positions herself right above her. The staff aimed right at her face, with a disappointed tone the redhead says.
"You should have struck me when you got the chance."
The last thing she sees before blacking out is the bo staff coming right at her face, then her vision is consumed by darkness.
She slowly opens her eye, she is on the ground in the empty training room, she doesn't know how much time has passed since her blackout.
A familiar boot fills her vision, she slowly looks up to the owner's face, it is Brigith disappointedly staring at her.
"Get up."
The older sosoritas curtly says, Silviya as quickly as she can stand up.
As soon as she is on her feet Brigith throws the bo staff at her. She manages to clumsily pick up the blunt weapon.
Brigith removes her veil, leaving a beautiful long mane of white hair, that shines with the dim light of the training room. She stares Silviya down with seriousness in her eyes, with a similar staff she gets in battle position.
"Hit me."
Shaking her head in a clear sign of "no" Silviya refuses to do as her canoness ordered.
"I said hit ME!"
The canoness started to attack her with heavy blows, Silviya managing to only barely blocking the sequence of attacks, but she takes a kick in her still hurting side, leaving an opening to Brigith final attack. The bo staff stopped centimeters from her neck.
"If I were the enemy you would be dead already. Your hesitance could get you or your sisters killed!"
With a stinging sensation in her eyes and shaking her head, Silviya screams.
"Why then must I fight my sisters!? Is it not wrong to hurt one another?"
The older sister closes her eyes in frustration and with a tired sigh explains.
"Is wrong to hurt a sister for selfish or foolish reasons, but let me ask you something. If I got corrupted by daemonic influences would you have the gut to blast my brains out or not?"
Silviya shakes her head side to side in denial.
"But that's impossible! We are battle sororitas we don't get corrupted! We are the most devout and faithful of all the Imperium!"
"BUT WE ARE STILL HUMANS SILVIYA! EVERYONE WEAK ENOUGH CAN BE SUSCEPTIBLE TO THE RUINOUS POWERS, EVEN US!"
There is a pause as the older sister and Silviya got in a position to fight again.
"So let me ask you again...if I got corrupted could you kill me or not!?"
The only response was the war-cry of Silviya striking the staff of her mentor. They trade blows, they go some seconds at it, before Silviya starts to look for an opening. The legs? Or maybe her fingers?
However her opponent's stand is perfect, she tries to analyze any flaws in the enemies fighting style. But her overthinking manages to get her a blow on the forehead.
"Don't think Silviya, ACT!"
She recovers from the blow and the exchange starts once again, this time only reacting to the enemy's blows. She adapts her strikes to the opponent's rhythm, making the fight go much faster.
"Good Silviya, now when you get an opening what do you do?"
Brigith opens her arms leaving her torso open for a strike. With a warcry Silviya strikes the older sororitas left side, she makes a little "Oof" sound before letting out a belly laugh.
"That's it! So how did it feel to you?"
Silviya puts a finger in her mouth, clearly thinking about the question.
But Her thoughts are cut off by the familiar strike of the blunt weapon on her forehead.
"Don't think! I asked you how it felt? So answer it!"
"To be honest I felt nothing, I just kind of did. Like you ordered me to do."
"Good Silviya, that is no hesitance. Sometimes it will be an order, or a feeling deep in your guts telling you to do something. When you hear it, be your commander or your instincts, don't waste your time thinking, just do it."
The younger sororitas tilts her head in confusion, and with an unsure tone asks.
"But what if the commander or my instincts are being influenced by the ruinous powers?"
"You will know. That's why we train not only our bodies but our minds as well, physical strength accomplishes many things, but one, and that is the decision."
Brigith taps her right temple while adding.
"Your mind that makes decisions. Having a sharp mind will help you make the right call...or to make the hardest ones."
The older sororitas place a supporting hand on her left shoulder. And with a motherly look says.
"Remember no hesitance! You must have a sharp mind to make the right decisions and always ACT first."
While still staring at the shower tiles Silviya answers neutrally
"Being a battle sister is not only about the armor, or the white hair, or the tattoos and the scars. Is a state of mind, you don't see Astartes behaving as you do, right?"
Sarah while rubbing soap in her hair nonchalantly shrugs before answering matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, but they are super-soldiers! You are just a regular human being."
"Correct, but my training makes me a sister of battle, to serve His will. I was taught in the ways of the Battle Sororitas ever since I can remember. Everything I know comes from them."
"But I serve the Emperor's will too! But I have a life alongside that, I can have friends, family, even a husband! Why would I a simple guardsman have more freedom than you a battle sister?"
Silviya is getting very annoyed with the guardsman's attitude, she raises her eyebrow at the redhead.
"Yes you serve His will too, but your burden is far lighter than mine. I must be an example of faith and devotion. I can't have the luxury of indulging in such senseless endeavors."
The battle sisters pause while turning off the shower, and with certain difficulty picking up her belongings.
"The only things that must matter to me are my duty, praying, and training. That is what the Emperor asks of me, and that I shall provide."
She turns to pick up the crutch on the ground near her clothes so she can proceed to the laundry tubs. But she is stopped by a naked Sarah who picks it up for her.
After her help, Sarah picks her clothes from the ground and proceeds to help the battle sister to the laundry tubs. Once there, they can see the laundry tubs on the wall, and some laundry drying machines on each side of this area.
The drying machines look like furnaces on the outside, but inside there are only heat pipes that almost instantaneously dry the clothes. Silviya limps towards one of the tubs. Sarah follows her closely behind.
When she is turning the tap on the tub on, readying herself for cleaning her filthy clothes, however, the redhead pusher her away from it.
"Look let me clean it for you. You are in no condition for it right now."
The battle sister only rolls her eyes and lets the annoying guardsman clean her clothes. She stays aside watching the soldier doing their laundry.
"So I'm curious to ask you something, so can I?"
Silviya hums in response, while nonchalantly looking at her black polished nails. While Sarah is cleaning her black cargo pants.
"Did you really not get it when I asked you about my body, or were you playing dumb?"
Silviya answered still staring at her nails, without showing any interest in the question.
"No, I didn't get it."
"Did you order not told you about the birds and the bees?"
The battle sister turns to look at her, and with an eyebrow raised inquired.
"The birds and the what?"
"*Sigh* I meant sex. Didn't they teach you about that?"
Silviya with both her eyebrows raised in an unsure way answers.
"Oh, you are talking about intercourse. Yeah, they teach us about that..."
"What do they teach you?"
"The basics...can we talk about something else now?"
"Oh no you not getting out of this one! What did they teach you about it?"
"CAN YOU DROP IT! I don't want to discuss such matters with a guardsman."
Sarah raises her hands in a defensive manner and with an apologetic eyes state.
"Touchy subject I get it. But really I'm just curious, there are so many misconceptions surrounding battle sisters that I must know if it is true."
The redhead pauses when she suddenly makes a "Got an idea face", and with her finger pointing to the sky proposes.
"I'll ask, you only answer with no or yes. You don't need to explain anything! Deal?"
Rolling her eyes at the annoying redhead and with a long sigh answers.
"Whatever."
Sarah starts to clean the clothes again as she begins her questions.
"Is it true that battle sisters hate sex?"
"No."
"Is it true that between you sisters, happens a lot of orgies and stuff?"
Impatiently raising an eyebrow Silviya answers with a resounding "No."
"Are you lying?"
"NO!"
"Okay, okay. Are you all lesbians?"
"No."
"But how much lesbianism there is?"
With her arms crossed and with a warning tone Silviya remarks.
"Remember yes or no questions?"
"Oh come on just answer this one.
Silviya stares down at the annoying guardsman but with a defeated sigh answers.
"At least in my order that I know of, there is no example of the so-called lesbianism."
Sarah hums while finishing cleaning the sororitas clothes, the redhead then signals for the battle sister to take her clothes back, Silviya proceeds to put all her wet clothes on the dryer on the wall at their left. The guardsman starts to wash her clothes next.
The loud voice of the guardsman reaches her ears as she is positioning the clothes inside the steamy machine.
"Can you guys have sex?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"There is some kind of limitations to it?"
"Yes, but is more like a recommendation."
"And that would be?"
She is taking her now dry clothes out of the machine before turning to the guardsman with a very annoyed stare.
"Remember the deal, yes or no questions?"
"Sorry I know, is just that I always heard rumors about you sisters. Now that you are here I just want to know if it is true or not, so please I promise you! Just this last one!"
Silviya is putting her muscle shirt back while pondering. She could not answer the guardsman since she already divulged too much information to her liking, but she decides to indulge her in this last request.
"We can have casual sex, but our duty is far more important than any kind of sexual satisfaction."
"But is not always that you are on a mission. So in your free time, you could in theory do it right."
Silviya answered while struggling to put on her pants.
"If we had free time then yes. The reality is that we don't have "free time". Like I said before every aspect of our lives revolves around purging heresy and being a tool for His will."
Sarah only says a little "Oh" before finishing washing her clothes. Silviya manages with certain difficulty putting her clothes back on, she waits for the redhead to do the same.
After they both are done and clothed they proceed to leave the washrooms. Sarah helps Silviya to limp out of the spacious room. Once out, they proceed to go back to their living quarters.
Beside the door, is an awaiting 661, leaning on the wall with a purple cheek. His expression is very serious, it looks almost pissed off. Sarah clearly confused asks him.
"Why are you here?"
"Just wanted to be sure that you two would come. Silviya needs to rest."
Silviya shrugs off the redhead's arm, and with an annoyed expression addresses her now squad leader.
"We must talk."
661 stands upright again leaving his position on the wall.
"Later, you must rest first. You are in no condition to have a discussion right now."
"That is to me to decide. And I already told you that I want to talk right now!"
"Okay then! So if that's the case it is me who doesn't want to talk to you! Now if you excuse me."
He proceeds to leave but she holds his left shoulder. 661 turns to give her a piece of his mind, but he is cut short by her expression. Her entire face screams determination and rage however her eyes are filled with remorse. The next choice of word to leave her lips is almost painful, but must be said.
"Please."
She can feel his dumbfound stare. By the Emperor she must be red with shame, it took all her willpower to say that word. She just expects that it will work. With a wide-eyed stare and with a confused voice 661 says.
"Okay, we will talk. Sarah, please leave us for the time being."
The other guardsman only nods before leaving the two alone. 661 opens the living quarter's door, he waits for her to enter first, as soon as Silviya enters she feels his presence behind her, the door closes behind them. That's it they will talk, she will fix this mess is her last thought before approaching their bunk bed.
Well, another chapter is done.
One step closer to the second Arc of this history. Hope that you are all enjoying it until here, I'm already finishing the last chapter, but I'll probably take more time to publish it since I must refine it before posting it.
So until next time, God bless, peace!