The Ocularian Conspiracy IC

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Dyveke caught Soren's wristband as she watched her latest shot land. A strange mixture of giddiness and guilt overcame Dyveke as the shell shred through the Sister's shinbone. She was trying to kill them, yes, and Dyveke was the loathsome thrall of a demoness, her very existence an affront to the Emperor, certain to be purged upon discovery by a proper Ecclesiarchical authority. And yet, the Sister was supposed to be someone protecting her, a proper woman, someone whose example she really should ha-

Emperordamnsonofawhoregodsdamnedhothothothotwhywhe mperorwhy****off, streamed out of Dyveke as she narrowly ducked behind a flurry of bolter shells only for the last one to find purchase directly at the small of her back. Her mesh tightened and loosened in quick succession as the tiny little ringlets tried their best to repel the molten hot shrapnel that was digging into her back. The quick dye she'd applied to the armor was literally smoking off the wound, creating a little puff of purple smoke that followed her as Dyveke's flight instincts took her behind the displays of psychic swords, directly next to her compatriot and the now sorely needed Medikit inside "Gaspar".