((Damn it, I can't resist *points to musical interlude*))<br/><br/>Once Sister Naser marched to the Imperial Chapel, she stopped and took a moment to admire it's fine structure. It scaling up spires that rose up to the top of the deck like angels reaching up to the Emperor's throne. Her red and black battle-gear seemed to match when observing the decorative double doors, marks of the Aquila and Fleur not withstanding. Even though this part of the ship was a bit noisy, full of space worthy ambiance and machine spirits working together to propel them through the sea of souls, she thought she heard<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXcVVnElcTU" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">the din of angelic-like voices</a>whenever she gazed on any Imperial temple. Her eyes followed up the straight lengths of spired points, drawing them up to the "heavens" of the deck itself. She breathed out slowly as she observed the symbols among symbols, noticing new iconography within what she already recognized as standard tidings to the God-Emperor. The Legions of Space Marines at his side during the Great Crusade. The extermination of the Xenos threats across hundreds of thousands of worlds. The Emperor's hand extended to his Primarch's reuniting them and in due course humanity across the stars.  The colors and images of the Heresy assaulted her senses, the betrayal defined in the Emperor's eyes, the seduction of Chaos at the lips of the former Warmaster himself, the undying sacrifice of Sanguineus. Overwhelmed with emotion and the fierce fires of faith burning in her heart, she held her rosary to her breast and closed her eyes in prayer.<br/><br/>" Imperator Ave"<br/><br/>She bayed the servitor forward as she approached the doors, her combat boots heavy on the deck and her writ, seals and rosaries swinging and occasionally clanking against her armor. She pressed her gloved hands against the door to push them open....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>