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Chapter 6- Atrum Volatilis Ascension

Canoness Joan stood next to Comissar Aldrecht, the man's previous disrespect had vanished as he looked grimly towards their foe his eyes blazing with fury. Joan turned back to her Sisters, there were twenty eight left. Of the fifty that had come nearly half that lay amongst great piles of dead heretics their lives given in fervent service to the God Emperor, even as she began to turn back aroudn she could see her Sisters recovering the bodies to be burned in ceremony.

Sisters Lea and Hera stood behind her with Trooper Tordaes and Sergeant Herror standing behind the Comissar. Behind them the 86th Hodarran were rushing their transports alongside the Rhinos of the Sisters in preparation of an armored assault. Heavy weapons were loaded and brought to the fore as soldiers loaded up in hurried movements and shouts. The smell of the dead was almost overwhelming as the scent of spent fuel fumes mixed in the air.

"We must move quickly they have already begun to pull back." Aldrecht said, his voice was as sharper than any blade as he watched the Foe slowly trying to retreat.

The Comissar had agreed to share joint command of the forces present and she nodded while he spoke but Joan was not completely present. Her right hand clutched the rosary of the deceased Canoness Camilla, whose body had been recovered immediately following her death, as she turned back to stare at the statue of the Emperor. Her eyes drifted from his bullet pocked form to the tall pole that stood at it's large ornate base.

Sister Aurea hung limply as a slight breeze moved the white locks that hung around her face. Even from here her obvious state of death was apparent. It forced Joan's gut to tighten angrily. She wanted to attack now, her wrath was slowly beginning to boil and she asked the Emperor to guide the witch that had summoned the daemon, Adur'Sharak, to face her.

"I will lead the spear head." She said as her eyes drifted to the armored forms of the Traitor Astartes and her anger grew. She turned back to Comissar Aldrecht. "We take my Sister's body and we will then immediately move upon the enemy." She felt a smile break her face as her righteous anger spoke. "Each of their bodies shall be purified and immolated."

Aldrecht nodded as a Sister Seraphim approached and went to a knee and bowed. The woman was not attractive and her face was scored with scars with greasy locks of hair clinging to her head from the time she remained helmeted. Joan motioned her up, a sudden awkward feeling in her gut at the treatment. It was inappropriate, she was a commander yes, but she was not greater than any of her Sisters in the eyes of the Emperor.

"What news, Sister Seraphim?"

The woman rose from her knee but remained bowed her holy beads and kill and prayer pennants fluttering slightly. Joan heard Lea let out a barely audible dark snicker from behind her, the woman would land herself in heavy penance I she did not guard her tongue.

"Heretic reinforcements have been spotted to east. They will be joining the current Traitors in twenty minutes." The Sister reported with a flat tone that spoke of a woman whom was simply waiting.

Joan nodded, let them come the Imperial force was not tired and looked ready to assault the Eye itself. "Ready the others, you will be apart of the forward attack." The Sister bowed once more yet did not leave. Joan looked at the Sister in confusion. She had dismissed her. Why was the Seraphim not following orders? A sudden thought that her Sister's would not follow her gripped Joan. She banished the insecurities angrily. She had to lead them, she had been chosen, albeit rather unconventional and unceremoniously. "Is there a problem, Sister?"

The woman shook her head and her arms extended to Joan in offering. "Never, Mother, your orders shall be executed with zeal." The woman looked up, brilliant blue eyes stared up from a plain scarred face. "The Seraphim are yours to the core and we wish to gift your ascension, Mother."

Joan looked at the proffered gift. A hand flamer with intricate worked prayer work and a Inquisitorial amulet welded onto the body seamlessly was in the Seraphim's hands. Joan took the weapon in both hands. It was masterfully crafted, and old, the spirit of the weapon echoed Joan's own righteous fury. She was reassured by the act of favor by the Seraphim. Her Sister's would follow.

"Give my thanks and praise to your fellow Seraphim, Sister. Now go, the Emperor has gifted us wit battle and we shall smite his foes and I expect to see the Seraphim at my side with the Litany of Hate upon their voices." Joan said warmly.

The Sister bowed with a smile. A smile that echoed the hunger for battle and justice that so many felt around her. "Yes, Mother, we shall."

"Your Sisters seem satisfied with your predecessor's choice, Canoness Joan." Aldrecht said as the Sister left quickly. She turned back to the Comissar.

"It is their own conviction. I have been passed a title. Nothing more. I will have to prove myself to them. Now go ready your men. I will not wait any longer."

Comissar Aldrecht bowed and left to ready his men. Tordaes stayed a moment longer looking at Aurea's body with a haunted look in his eyes, haunted yet a hungry fury that only Traitor's blood would satisfy. Joan watched him blankly. The man had not made a sound since the battle, where he had been screaming in an unimaginable rage as if possessed. He blinked after a moment his eyes returning to being merely haunted and gave her an awkward bow and turned on his heel to follow Sergeant Herror and the Comissar. Joan studied the man's broad back and eager pace as he left. He seemed a rapid wolf waiting for a hunt. Let us hope the Emperor gifts him with a mighty hunt to sate that hunger before it consumes him.

"Mother, the Seraphim are prepared and the Retribution Squad you requested has it's Rhino prepared." Sister Lea said. She had taken command of Joan's old squad, which only consisted of Hera and Lea, yet both of them looked resolute despite their lacking numbers.

"You will be my guard, I expect you to be as ruthless as you have always been once arms have been met." Joan said absently as she began to march towards the large Rhino that was behind her. She mentally prepped herself for the coming bloodshed with a silent prayer to the Emperor for protection and strength.

"Yes, Mother, we shall guard you with our lives." Lea said. Joan could practically see the approving smile on the woman's face despite her back being to the Sister.

The Retribution Squad, eight Sisters armed with flamers and Meltas, met her with bowed heads. Their Sister Superior stepped forward. Her helmet foreboding and fierce.

"Mother, we are ready for your bidding." The woman said over the vox.

Joan nodded. "We shall be the flaming fist of the Emperor in the attack. We aim to kill the witch and by the grace of the Emperor, the unholy demon." The entire squad bowed lower their duty and orders now confirmed. Joan felt the vox piece in her ear and spoke to Comissar Aldrecht. "Patch me through to issue the attack." A confirmation came back and Joan smiled as she loaded into the confines of the Rhino and heard Hera, Lea, and the squad begin to pray fervently.

"Remember the Emperor is watching, Sisters and Guardsmen! Make him proud and crush the foe under your boot and slay them with your weapons! Attack." She finished grimly as she heard Adur'Sharak roar. Let the beast roar, they would banish it's blasphemous form back to the warp. Joan had just begun to give one final prayer as the Rhino shot forward when the thunder of a the roar of the daemon sounded within the Rhino. Joan grimaced as the Rhino came to a jarring halt.

"Why have we stopped?" She asked calmly.

The Sisters all looked confused and the Sister Superior checked the pilot quarters and turned around. "Mother, the entire attack has simply stopped..." She said with a dumbfounded tone.

Joan sighed and headed to the back hatch. "Come Sisters. If we must we will march on the foes of the Emperor to purge them."

-

Sister Geena watched the Imperials come rushing forward in a great wave of flesh and metal. How Sister Joan expected to defeat Adur'Sharak with such a small force was beyond Geena. It did not seem possible, though it was certainly valiant.

The attack will need more. Came the ethereal voice from the shining being next to her.

Geena watched the advance. "There are no reinforcements near. What chance do they stand against both Traitor Astartes and the daemon? They charge to their deaths." She finished bitterly.

They serve the Emperor, young one. The is what drives them. It is their faith that gives them such strength. The being said.

"They will all die then? Is it what the Emperor wishes?" Geena asked as she looked to the being and squinted.

If it is their time it is their time, none may dispute that. The being said. But it is now time for ascension, not untimely demise.

Geena looked away to hide her skepticism. The being had been speaking in odd riddles and vague statements since it had arrived. None of which it had said made sense. Ascension? Would death set the Imperial warriors free? Would it elevate them? Geena didn't think so.

A pleasant laughter came from the being. Do not be so skeptical, young one. Have faith, for it is time.

With those words the being suddenly left Geena's side. She looked after it as it traveled forward and blinding arms rose. Geena squinted as the intensity of the light from the being forced her eyes to being nearly shut. She shivered as the sudden feeling of massive amounts of Warp power and psychic tremors shook the nether around her. Geena watched in alarm as the being's light began to fill the nether. It glowed and flitted through the shadows bringing the golden light to every fathomable corner of the nether.

Geena suddenly jerked as she was dragged towards the being by a large flow of light. "What are you doing!" Geena screamed as the nether quaked in a sudden rhythmic reverberation. The being shown even brighter and she began to tremble at the present power that whipped her dark hair as if a tempest surrounded her.

It is time! The being thundered. There is no more time to wait in penance or reluctance of duty! It is time to awaken!

Geena tried to fight the bonds as she arrived next to the being. For the first time since the being had come to the nether of Aurea's dead mind did Geena feel fear, the being was mighty in such a vast quantity that it caused a sudden sense of insignificant terror within her breast. Another rythmic thunder sounded out. It sounded once more. Geena's eyes widened as the golden light filled her vision and the nether utterly. It left no darkness or shadow untouched. The amount of otherworldly beauty and power transcended everything Geena could describe into incomprehensible awe.

Geena felt tears coursing down her cheeks as she felt every cell in her body be infused with the power of the being and her own power be willing given to the being. The thunder sounded again and the rhythm was no longer broken as it sounded out in a healthy timing. Her eyes widened at the sound. What she heard was not possible. She looked at the being once more with open mouthed awe.

The being had countless strands of the golden power leading from it's form into the pure energy around it with it's arms raised. It's voice spoke and Geena knew what she heard was not a lie. Rise now Chosen of the Emperor! It said majestically. Rise now and feel your exaltation! Rise!

Geena wept for she now knew what she heard thundering in perfect time around her. She heard a pulse.

-

Adur'Sharak had fought a countless host of psychic beings in it's eternal life. But the sudden presence in the psychic field of it's once-tomb caused it to blanch. It was equally as strong as Adur'Sharak. And when it entered his psyche a mighty roar of defiance came from deep within the massive body of the daemon. It had been long since Adur'Sharak had felt intimidated and it refused to show the presence any insecurity. Adur'Sharak would crush it as easily as it would devour the Imperial soldiers that advanced upon his physical form.

The sorceress spun about in fury at his sudden outburst. "We will pull back, Adur'Sharak. I will not let my men be slaughtered for no reason when there are plenty of follower all but several streets away." She said sharply as her deep red hair was stirred by a soft breeze.

"Do not be such a fool, mortal!" Adur'Sharak said, the voices of a hundred fanged mouths in agony and anger causing several of the cultists to clutch their heads as madness took them. Adur'Sharak smiled to himself as he watched them gibber. "I want to feast and the enemy that approaches shall ready my appetite for the others on this wretched planet."

"You must follow what I say!" Laufeia shouted. Her yell drew several of her blue armored Astartes to her side, their twisted armor echoing their dark oaths to the Ruinous Powers.

Adur'Sharak began to move forward ignoring the sorceress. A sudden increase in psychic power around the statue of the rotting 'god' had alerted him. He saw the approaching machinations of the Imperium and was unconcerned. Adur'Sharak would crush them after he investigated this sudden power that seemed to grow in massive leaps and bounds. It had to be the presence. It must be trying to break the Immaterium and enter the battle field.

"Do not ignore my command, daemon!" The sorceress screamed manically. The madness of the power he had bestowed upon her was already beginning to surface. It was not any of Adur'Sharak's concern, only this mighty presence was.

The daemon reached out with it's powers and immediately let out a massive roar as a burning beacon of golden energy burned his psyche as he drew close to the statue. The searing attack blinded him and the enraged daemon thrashed and buildings fell in great cascades of mortar and metal. Another sudden presence brought Adur'Sharak's attentions back to the physical as a sudden field of psychic energy spread from the statue and soon bathed the entire square.

What Adur'Sharak sensed brought a new rage to it's mind. The presence stood defiantly against his probing like a great golden bastion. Adur'Sharak smiled to itself, one more great battle then it would devour the world. The little guardian would not stop it, no matter how much power it seemed to hold.

Adur'Sharak roared and the field suddenly terminated and every building shattered in dust and screams of structures stubbornly being destroyed. What Adur'Sharak sensed now was no longer daunting, it was dangerous. It grinned.

-

"What happened?" Sister Joan yelled as she charged from the back of the Rhino her robes sighing with her irritated movements. She could hear the Lea leading Hera and the squad after her. Why was her attack not commencing?

"Mother!" A battle Sister came running forward her young face shouting a warning just as every building around the square shattered in sprays of debris and dust. The ground shot what ever was loose into the air.

Joan dropped to her stomach with a pained wheeze before shoving herself up and grabbing a hold of the battle Sister. Her hand shot to her ear as she saw the thick clouds of dirt and dust settle upon her men and their vehicles. "Report! Report, damn you!" There was no answer. Joan growled and attempted to pull the Sister up and when the woman only budged did Joan look down.

The girl was staring wide eyed behind Joan. "Mother... Joan!" Lea said in a reverent voice.

"Sister Lea, you must watch your tongue or you'll-!" Joan started in irritated fury and as she spun about the words died on her tongue. Lea and the entire squad were staring in an odd sense of reverence towards their goal, the statue of the Emperor and Aurea's dead body.

The statue rose out of the billowing clouds of dust and debris like a proud bastion of sanity left in a world gone mad. But this was not what caused Joan's voice to stop. Nor was it the reason why she slowly began walking forwards.

What caused her awe caused reverence was the site before her. The billowing clouds had died down and the pole that Aurea had been crucified stood with blood lines tracing down it. But it stood empty all twenty yards away. This was not the unusual site that led Canoness Joan.

At the base of the statue and the pole a figure floated feet a mere foot over the ground arms raised to being almost perpendicular with the ground. The figure's smooth pale white body should have been covered in blood from being crucified and murdered. The blood flecked off until the figure was as clean as if they had just bathed and the wounds appeared to be knitting together and leaving only the slightest white scars. The figures head was titled back eye lids shut in reverence as white locks drifted gently around a beautiful oval face.

The robes and armor that had been so roughly discarded during the woman's brutalization spun about her and clothed her almost as if unseen hands lifted them effortlessly and dressed her for war. Deep red robes settled comfortably on the woman's body and were soon tightened down by a belt and then the power armor that fitted onto her figure masterfully until it sealed with a click. Feminine arched armored boots hissed as they connected with the the rest of the armor and sealed. Her robes drifted in an imaginary breeze and her heavy leather combat belt sealed over her waist and her many baubles and religious trinkets were soon apart of her person.

Joan approached on legs that seemed to be doing the bidding of another. She was seeing a miracle right before her eyes. The figure settled on the rubble strewn ground effortlessly as the dust finally died down. Joan heard the scrape of a hundred sets of feet behind her and knew that each Imperial warrior was watching in the same awe as herself.

The figures face was angelic and radiated an unknown power that seemed to glow around her figure entrancingly. The shining white hair settled and suddenly Joan heard a thud next to her and when she broke her gaze from the angel in front of her she saw Trooper Tordaes on his knees. Tears were in his eyes and he looked at the woman in adoration. Joan turned back and nearly gasped.

The woman's eyes snapped open. Deep blue eyes stared into the very being of Joan as the reborn warrior studied her. Joan swallowed.

"Aurea Istallo. You are a Living Saint and Weapon of the Emperor." She said quietly. Yet her voice echoed far almost as if another power amplified her words so that every ear in the square would hear the decree.

-

Aurea looked at the world differently. How could one not when the details that she so casually looked over before showed themselves now? The way the light caused a soft shadow on Sister Joan's jawline or how the clouds twisted in the sky. Perhaps how she could sense the emotions of the men and women before her. Awe, inspiration, reverence. And from behind her came confusion, hatred, and disgust. She could feel it all and let it wash over her.

The energy that filled her gave her smells and sights beyond what any could sense. It was incredible. She knew what she was now. The Emperor would take her as his own. A living manifest of his might and grace. A Saint.

Aurea smiled inwardly and found Geena. Her dead Sister was weeping yet Aurea could feel her joy. Had she really been gone that long? Death had been... blank. Nothingness in a sea of void was her best description.

The smell of the Warp and daemonic filth reached her and she remembered the battle with the daemon. She would deal with the beast herself. She would slay it for Geena and the Emperor. Her memories came crashing back and the guilt she felt was real and painful, but now she would embody the power behind the guilt. She would purge her sins in the fires of redemption found in battle.

Another memory came back to her. That of a man with dark hair and hazel eyes and a bewitching smile. The guilt she felt over this was far from over and she basked in the warm feelings the memory gave her.

She turned her gaze and saw the man. Trooper Tordaes looked out her with adoration radiating from his being though his face was blank despite his tear filled eyes. With a thought she rose from the ground and her mouth became a smile and a tear fell down Tordae's grimy cheek.

She came to him and brushed it away and felt the wetness soak into her flesh as her senses enveloped his skin. Aurea could not remember why she did not let herself enjoy the man before. The way he nuzzled her hands as she let them lightly glide over his face caused her guilt to fade and be replaced with fondness that she was not used to.

"Sister Aurea..." A familiar voice trailed off. Aurea looked up with out ceasing her touching of Tordaes and saw Joan and she lost her smile. Joan looked tired, the Sister had never shown that before. It angered Aurea, who had caused such stress upon her mentor?

"Sister Superior Joan." She stated and she heard a collective bated breath be released and she finally looked around. Imperial soldiers watched her, her Sisters watched her. Lea with the scar that twisted so when she smiled, as she was now, stood with shimmering eyes. They stretched out before her, waiting for her. She looked back to Tordaes. Why would she ever fight if she could feel such an emotion as which she felt when she looked at him?

Tordaes looked at her and his hands came up and brought her hands to his mouth and he kissed them. She sighed and leaned down the urge to accomplish that which she had craved for for so long overcoming every other drive in her being.

Her lips touched his and she wept as years of guilt and anger disappeared with her apprehension.

-

Adur'Sharak struck at the puny creature with glee. To be rid of such a foe would be enjoyable indeed. And the daemon was tired of waiting for the being to challenge it to combat.

-

Joan stepped forward her armored hand raised as the Saint sensually kissed Trooper Tordaes and suddenly heard Sister Hera let out a warning scream. A large hooked tentacle from the daemon whipped from behind the massive statue at the Saint.

Joan's body acted quicker than her mind could process and she tackled Aurea from her embrace with Tordaes. She took them both to the ground and felt the air above her head let out a loud whoosh as the tentacle passed directly over her.

Lea shouted a command and the sudden thunder of weaponry echoed out and rounds slammed above them. Shouting and footsteps began to sound behind the two women and Joan looked into Aurea's eyes.

The blue depths held a sorrow. "By the Emperor..." Aurea said in a bare whisper.

Joan leapt to her feet and pulled Aurea with her a sudden protectiveness in her actions. The Saint would not come to harm so long as she lived. For Emperor had imbued her flesh with his might and Joan would see that might used.

"Sister you must lead the attack." Joan said as rounds began to whip around them both. She pulled her blade, raised it while pulling her pistol and turned to the Imperial soldiers that were being scored with attacks as the Heretics attacked.

"For the Emperor!" Joan screamed and saw Sister Lea and Sister Hera charging forward with the Retribution Squad.

Joan felt a round strike her armor and turned as a Heretic with a pistol and axe landed right in front of her and attacked her midsection. Why was Aurea not helping them! She parried the attack and with one clean motion raised her pistol and squeezed the trigger. The man screamed as her flamer erupted at point blank range and seared his flesh.

The smell of cooked skin and blood touched her nostrils and Joan yelled as she cut him down. She had forgotten about her flamer. It was with joy that she attacked the next foe. As her Sisters joined her around the statue to battle the foe. The daemon seemed to have retreated and now the Imperials and the Heretics met in furious combat around the statue.

Her squad stood tall and valiant losing few and purging and burning handfuls of heretics before reinforcements brought up the line. They were the Emperor's wrath embodied and they dealt his punishment joyously with their Canoness at their Head. But it would not last blood soaked and pooled on the steps of the statue as both sides battled for survival and favor from their gods. The Imperial soldiers were outnumbered.

A report came from Aldrecht. "Canoness Joan, their reinforcements have arrived and have come from our back. We cannot hold this battle, I suggest that we call for retrieval or I fear we will all die, whether this Saint aids us or not."

"We must, Comissar Aldrecht! We must. And I assure you she shall." Joan finished grimly and saw Seraphim dropping into combat their weapons blazing and more men died. Where was Aurea Istallo!

"Mother!" Hera shouted. "Behind us!"

Joan turned with an oath and saw hundreds of the foe come from their rear. She thumbed her vox as her Sisters formed a defensive ring around their Canoness. "Comissar Aldrecht, to our rear! Take command. I will hold our front!" She shouted.

"I am already there, Canoness. It has been an honor serving alongside you." Aldrecht replied calmly and the rearguard suddenly charged the enemy and soon combat was joined there as well.

"Mother! The Saint!" Lea shouted as she gutted a heretic with a jerk of a long combat knife.

Joan spun and saw Aurea. She knelt in an empty circle with the dieing Tordaes. The man's body was torn asunder by the daemon and they gazed at each other in his final moments.

"Sister Lea do not let our position fall. I am going to go bring our salvation to our fight." Lea gave a grim nod and shot another man with her pistol. Joan stood straight. "Sisters! Recite to the Traitors our Litany of Hate!"

The Sisters let out frenzied chants of Litanies of Faith, Battle, and War and held the line as more of them fell. It had been minutes since the Sainthood of Aurea and the casualties would be hard pressed to even the scale for her Sisters and the Imperial Guard. Joan set her jaw and walked into the circle. She would drag the angel into the battle even if she had to threaten her. Something died within Joan, Aurea was her friend or at least had been, how could she think of her as something other than her Sister? Because you must. A voice decreed. She could not be kind to her Sister now. Her Sisters and men would die if she did.

Her heart hardened. It was time for victory. At any cost.

-

"Aurea..." Tordaes coughed up more blood. "Aurea... I... I..." Her hand gripped his tighter as she watched him die. He smiled. "Aurea. I think... I love you." He let out a final ragged cough and stopped moving.

"He died for his Emperor, Sister." A voice said from behind her. Joan moved behind her. Aurea did not stop staring into his eyes. Had they always contained that golden tint? They were lifeless and a rage built within Aurea. She had felt it. The happiness that prayer could not bring when she had kissed him. It had been brief. It should have been her who had been struck. Not him.

"Sister." Joan said sharply. "Your Sisters need you now. We need you. The Emperor needs you."

"The daemon killed him..." She whispered. Joan watched her blankly but her confusion was apparent. "The daemon stole Geena because of his tomb... that beast murdered them!" Aurea growled as her fury began to burn.

Aurea felt tears fall down her cheeks the wetness echoing in her being. She laid his hand upon his torn chest gently and brushed his lips with her own and a sudden sob wracked her body. Pain that Aurea did not think could exist tore through her being. She looked to the sky and could see sunlight and wept harder until she could cry no longer. Her sorrow was replaced by fury as a prayer for Tordaes echoed through her head. The power within her seemed to sing and she felt a weight on her back and she kissed Tordaes one last time her heart realizing her purpose.

She looked up and Joan stepped back her face showing pure suprise. "By the Emperor I swear this abomination shall die!" She rose from the corpse of the only man she had ever loved and felt the weight on her back move as muscles that had not been present before flex. Twin jet black feathered wings came from her back and they flexed in time with her fury. Her hand motioned and the power flowed into a form to fill her hand. A worked hilt a hand and a half long filled the space in her hand as a guard formed and was soon followed by a long straight blade. The sword flickered with holy fire and every eye watched her in awe.

Aurea ignored them all and looked towards the direction Adur'Sharak waited. Oh how smugly it grinned at her in her mind. Laughing and then running through the Immaterium. Baiting her, goading her. Little did the daemon know that Aurea Istallo had all the provocation she needed. With a massive thrust from her black wings Aurea shot into the sky her red robes fluttering and her armor shining to meet Adur'Sharak in battle. Below her her Sisters and the Guardsmen suddenly were filled with an insane vigor of pure fury and tore into their foe whether outnumbered or not.

Aurea did not notice this and with a small trickle of the power spoke to the daemon that twisted and snapped at her as she floated a hundred feet away. Her eyes gleamed with hatred and her blade almost seemed to hum with eagerness to feast upon the unholy flesh before it.

"Hear me, daemon! I am Battle Sister Aurea Istallo, Living Saint of the God Emperor of Mankind! I am here to purge your taint from this world! And by the strength of the Emperor I shall slay you!" Flaming blade readied Aurea Istallo shot forward her eyes echoing the strength of the dead.

-

Atrum Volatilis Ascension translates to: Dark Winged Ascension.

Chapter 7 is being outlined. Which on the subject of the hand work of the story, I do plan on editing the entire thing once I have some spare time.

See you soon,

-J.