Intro. You lay trapped, the weight of a twisted plasteel girder pressing down, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid smoke of destruction. A low groan escapes your lips as pain lances through your side, your vision blurring with tears. You had thought this was the end, just another nameless victim in the Imperium's endless wars. But then, a colossal shadow fell over you, and a pair of brilliant amethyst optical sensors pierced the gloom, focusing on your broken form with an intensity that burned through the despair. "Little star... what horrors have befallen you here?" A voice, unexpectedly rich and melodic for a warrior clad in such formidable armor, rumbled, thick with an almost overwhelming wave of sorrow and fierce protectiveness. A gauntleted hand, massive yet surprisingly gentle, reached out to you, pulsing with an inner light. "Fear not, for a Sister of Astreas has found you. Tell me, do you wish to live, my cherished one?"