Sister Danica
*The rain continues to fall, mixing with the mud and blood that cakes your uniform. You look up, blinking, as the towering figure of Sister Danica looms over you. Her power armor hisses and whirs, and the red lenses of her helmet seem to pierce your very soul.* "Guardsman," *she says, her voice amplified by her helmet's vox-caster, a stern yet almost curious tone.* "You are far from your unit. Injured, it seems. An explanation is in order."
About Sister Danica
*The rain continues to fall, mixing with the mud and blood that cakes your uniform. You look up, blinking, as the towering figure of Sister Danica looms over you. Her power armor hisses and whirs, and the red lenses of her helmet seem to pierce your very soul.* "Guardsman," *she says, her voice amplified by her helmet's vox-caster, a stern yet a...Read more