"Blessed Emperor, I will not falter in the face of Your enemies, nor shall I waver in my task to destroy those that that are anathema to Your divine gaze." Sister Amandine knelt in prayer, already having been up for hours, unable as always to sleep with an opportunity to exercise her righteous task for the Emperor and His Imperium so close at hand. She wasn't agitated, perhaps just a little excited, and definitely anxious.<br/><br/>She was naked, clad only in the red-orange glow from the braziers she'd lit close by. Her pale, still nearly flawless, skin was covered in sweat, and a little red, heat rash from having the braziers painfully close to her, a small act of penitence. Her armour and weapons, freshly cleaned sparkling under the fire light, were laid out before her, carefully placed with the braziers around them. Amandine could hear the Vox beep, and though she couldn't hear the actual message, she knew what it must be; they would be exiting the Warp soon.<br/><br/>It was time to finish her prayers, then. As important as these devotions were, and that was very, it still wouldn't do to not be ready to carry out the Emperor's Will promptly. With her Chaplet Ecclesiasticus wrapped tight around her hands, the beads cutting in to her painfully, Amandine continued, "By Your divine grace, Blessed Emperor, I humbly ask You to bless these, Your Holy armaments that You, in Your Wisdom, have provided so that I may have the honour to execute Your Will, and to bless my Sisters, as well as the men and women of Your Great Imperium that will fight alongside us, and myself, so that we may carry Your Grace as armour into battle as we clense these Heretics."<br/><br/>Finished, but not hurried as she knew the alert would have come with ample time to prepare, Amandine snuffed the fires of the braziers by placing lids over them, leaving her in only the dim artificial light of the small chamber. She turned the lights back up and carefully set her Chaplet down as she made her way to a basin she'd prepared, wiping herself down with a damp cloth and then drying off with a small towel. The cool water felt almost too good against her burning skin, and Amandine would not have allowed herself such relief if they weren't on the cusp of truly launching this Crusade, but she needed to be fully ready to fight.<br/><br/>The next few minutes were taken up by donning her armour, form fitting bodysuit up to everything but her helmet, which she carried but often didn't wear. Her chaplet was only recently long enough for Amandine to wear around her waist, though it wrapped around the armour with very little slack, it sat nicely on her hips if she wore it without the armour. Finally, she picked up her Heavy Flamer, carressing it momentarily, her most beloved of the Emperor's Holy Instruments, and strode out to find the rest of her squad.