Of Brothers and Sisters (Kirlov/Missy)

[Kirlov]

“Sister, before you go.” Sergei called out to Odessa as she started to leave. He walked up to her and bowed. “I have a piece of advice for you. Our lord Vulcan gave us our gift, Sister Odessa. The Inquisition gave you yours. Now it is our duty not to let those gifts go to waste. Walk with the Emperor and the burning road shall not harm you. Have Faith in the Emperor and you shall not go astray. Good bye Sister Odessa. It was an honor to fight along side you.”

With that Sergei turned and began to walk back to the Storm Eagle. Sergeant Belgorod joined him as he walked. “You seem to have made quite an impression on that young sister. You'll have to tell me the whole story when we get back. Oh and the Captain wishes to speak with you. The chaplain too, and the apothecary; oh and the tech-marines.”

Sergei nodded and patted his brother on the shoulder, to shut him up. “I figured that Brother-Sergeant. I figured that.”

[Missy]

Odessa gave him one last smile before heading on to the ship where the cannoness was waiting. She and her sisters all bowed as the cannones gave them each there blessing before she saw Odessa Golem mark's
''What are does?'' Odessa did not hesitate.
''Marks i earned from the space marines....They consider me a friend...May i?'' The canoness hushed her.
''Earning the respect of the sons of the emperor is a great pride...I shall order it to be engraved in to the armor at once...And den we can have our talk'' They all rose proudly and took seats as the craft started to piece the atmosphere of the planet as one of her sisters lead over and asked
''What happened there?''
Odessa looked in to her sisters eyes smiling
''I had a dream..''

[Kirlov]

Sergei looked out the view port back at the parade grounds. A flicker of color caught his eye. Belgorod leaned forward to give a playful shove. “Whats the matter Sergei? Forget something?”

Sergei turned around. He took off his helmet and looked at his brother-sergeant. “No. I just... Just thought I saw something.”

Below, the Solitaire stood on tip toe, like a ballerina. From it's perch atop the now empty flag pole, it bowed towards the departing craft. “Destiny is set. The future is inevitable. A new dance shall be born... From the story of a Brother and Sister.” With a laugh in bounded away before disappearing in a flicker of colors.
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40 years later

A sergeant approached Sergei as he stood on the deck of the Undying Flame. “Captain, if I may ask... Why do you have a fluer-de-lis on your armor?”

“It is to remind me of three comrades I traveled with on Miigor III. Two guardsmen and a Sister. The guardsmen died facing the Word Bearer forces that had begun to invade. The Sister was returned to her Order. She was found tainted from contact with the traitors and imprisoned.” Sergei was glad for his helmet, as a tear rolled down his cheek. All his fault for those forty years of pain and suffering. He knew there were more years to come. But for now it was another day at war in service to the Emperor.

Captain Sergei Kirov of the Promethean Fists Second Company pressed a button on the console before him. "Broadside guns! FIRE!"

Epilogue