Sister Amaris [War. 40k]

Obviously at some point I plan this story to involve futa. Sorry that this is only an introduction and there is no action. But I am also not a writer. I will no doubt amble aimlessly through this story. Hopefully you'll bear with it long enough to at least give me comments/criticisms. I take no presumptions about your knowledge of the universe. Many of you may be hopelessly lost while reading. I leave it to the reader to do any research if they are interested:

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CHAPTER 1: Prologue

It was a quirk of High Gothic that they met each other. Amaris and Alcia. Throughout the Schola Progenium's corridors they had always been grouped together. Such was the bureaucracy of the place. This proximity soon developed into something more.

It was lucky for them, since they were both pariahs. The other children sensed something odd about the two. It may have been their void born heritage. They bore the strange, subtle evolutions of the space-fairing folk: Lithe bodies, and unnatural grace. Their eyes shone the colors of distant violet and red stars. Alcia's hair silvery white, antithesis to the void black of Amaris's. Regardless of their unusual appearance, both knew the Emperor had great destinies planned for them.

Their suspicions were soon confirmed when the Officio Assassinorum came for Alcia. The pre-pubescent youth was taken, as are all other assassins for a lifetime of training and murder. Truly, there could be no greater fate for a Progenium orphan. Amaris was saddened by the loss of her only friend. But she devoted herself to the Emperor with the faith that they might someday meet again.

The Emperor provided for the faithful as He always did.

Amaris knew He would, after her many years in service to the Adepta Sororitas. She had seen faith smite foes and change the tide of battles. Faith was the mightiest armor, hatred the mightiest weapon. Such was life of a Sister of the Ebon Chalice.

This time her faith was rewarded in a far less spectacular fashion. An unusual sealed envelope from her Lord Inquisitor. She was astonished to read her friend's name in the High Gothic script. Alcia was now a Callidus Operative. One of the deadliest beings in the Imperium. And somehow Alcia had gone missing. It would be nearly impossible to track a Callidus. Their use of polymorphine and lifetime of training meant they could go anywhere and be anyone. Even xeno-forms were not outside the capable mimicries of the Callidus Assassin.

The disappearance of one of the most valuable resources in the Imperium did not go unnoticed. Even the all-powerful Inquisition would take notice of such an event. And so it fell upon Amaris to try and track down her childhood friend. She wondered if she had been chosen for the mission due to their old intimacy. Undoubtedly her Inquisitor Lord knew every detail of their friendship.

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