Wholesome Sisters of Battle

After successfully 'convincing' Saint Celestine, Zeta took four Sisters of Battle as well as a dozen armed Imperial Guards onto the spaceship with him.

"They won't be able to rebuild with the low amount of them remaining." Celestine reminded Zeta.

"I'm aware, more will be made while we're back on Earth, not to mention that some Adeptus Mechanicus will also be made." He replied. She nodded in response, shaking her bright halo.

"Let's go." Zeta extended an arm out to Saint Celestine in order to assist her with boarding the spaceship. She slapped his hand away and floated on board.

And thus started the short journey of getting back to Earth. Zeta expected a safe and quiet journey back. Unfortunately, that isn't what he got.

While he was watching, making sure the auto-pilot system was working well, he heard a large crash in the lobby area of the ship. Without hesitation, he transformed into a blood-red Space Marine and left the cockpit.

With the loud thuds of his footsteps getting closer and closer, the crashes became louder and louder.

Zeta violently slammed the door open, with his Chainsword at the ready.

Inside, he found the four Sisters of Battle... slamming their heads on the ground?

"The Emperor is kind." Saint Celestine spoke.

*SLAM*

"The Emperor is good." She spoke.

*SLAM*

"We are the Emperor's children." She continued.

*SLAM*

"And we will serve him with all of our might." Celestine spoke.

Despite slamming their heads into the steel flooring, the Sisters of Battle showed no signs of damage, instead, it was the floor that had been dented.

"What are you girls doing?" Zeta asked, reverting to his normal human form. He was still extremely confused, but he felt far more secure knowing it was the girls and not an enemy attack.

"What else? We are praying to the Emperor. I was preaching while my sisters were groveling." She explained as if it was completely natural.

"Refrain from any action that could damage the ship. Pray in other ways." Zeta sighed as he spoke.

[Loyalty Decreased!

60->40]

"Did you just ask me to change my prayer?" Her expression quickly changed into a frown.

"I said to refrain from any prayers that can damage the ship. Just put your hands together and pray that way." Zeta left the room, already tired with dealing with the Sisters of Battle. Perhaps it wasn't wise to walk out on Saint Celestine, but he was too annoyed to care momentarily.

[Loyalty Decreased!

40->30]

"Such a weak prayer? Blasphemous." Celestine had never heard of such a non-holy prayer in her life. At least heretics had the honesty to speak of their distaste of the Emperor, it made them very easy to find and kill. Zeta, on the other hand, was simply an un-enthusiastic lost child.

However, after hearing his words, the four Sisters of Battle put their hands together and started praying as Zeta ordered.

"What are you all doi-" Saint Celestine's voice paused. As the four Sisters of Battle prayed, a holy light covered their bodies, only slightly weaker than the holy energy that surrounded herself.

Without hesitation, Saint Celestine copied the actions of the girls in front of her, putting her hands together and praying. The holy light that surrounded her body became blindingly light in response to her prayers.

'The Emperor's light...' Celestine confirmed that the warmth she felt was extremely similar to the light she had felt when she was turned into a Saint.

[Loyalty Increased!

30->75]

Zeta was confused with the sudden rise in loyalty, but he could discover the reason for it later. On the way back to the cockpit, he found the dozen Imperial Guardswomen in two different groups.

One group slept within his living quarters, using his bed. They were completely naked and were forced to cramp together in order to fit on the bed only meant for two. Their clothes were neatly piled on the only desk in the room, the coat, pants, bra and panties all in different piles. They didn't seem to care whose clothes they put on, as long as they had it on when it was needed.

The other group were stationed throughout different points within the ship, guarding, making sure no intruders could infiltrate. Like good soldiers, their lasguns were pointed at the ground and their concentration was unbreakable. However, this doesn't mean they didn't acknowledge Zeta's presence. When he passed, the female soldiers would give him a nod and continue with their duties.

Nevertheless, he returned to the cockpit and continued to make sure the ride would go smoothly. Of course, it wasn't like an asteroid belt would appear out of nowhere on the way back, however, the trajectory to return to Earth had slightly altered, therefore, running into threats was still a possibility.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for Zeta to clearly see Earth in front of him. It would still take a good amount of time to arrive, therefore, he left the cockpit and returned to the Lobby, checking on the zealous nuns again.

To his surprise, they hadn't moved much. Saint Celestine was shining bright with a holy light while praying like he suggested.

'I suppose that's how I got the extra loyalty?' He thought to himself.

On the other hand, the four Sisters of Battle were doing something completely different.

One sister was still praying with a holy light surrounding her. However, the other three were giggling to themselves as they tried to break the 4th's concentration. Squeezing her cheeks, trying to pry one eye open, tying up her hair, drawing on her face with a marker, they tried anything.

'Seems I've picked up a couple of tricksters. However, why are they able to banter like this? It seems like they aren't dolls...' Zeta thought to himself.

After one of the Sisters of Battle noticed Zeta's presence, she immediately froze and went back to praying, acting as if she was doing so the whole time. On the other hand, two were still trying to mess with their sister. One creeped behind her sister and began fondling with her breasts.

Immediately, the sister that was praying stopped. She swiftly turned around and tackled the sister that groped her tits, initiating a battle. Of course, neither of them were trying to kill each other, merely wrestling with a smile on their faces.

However, all of them froze after a couple of seconds. The last three simultaneously noticed Zeta at the door. Immediately, the three of them panicked and tripped over each other, trying to start praying as if they had been doing so all along.

Soon, the four sisters were back to praying to the Emperor. However, two of the sisters had disheveled hair and clothes, one even had a nipple exposed, along with the top half of one of her large breasts.

"Feel free to do what you want unless I give you specific instructions. I told Celestine how she should pray, I wasn't commanding you four." Zeta spoke. The four of them stopped praying after hearing his words, simply sitting and waiting for orders.

As he'd made sure that the nuns weren't going to destroy the ship anytime soon, Zeta returned to the cockpit.

The rest of the return trip to Earth only took minutes.

(A.N. Hope y'all enjoyed the wholesome chapter. The troops will have suppressed personalities; however, the Imperial Guard won't have the spotlight nearly as much as the sisters of Battle. Not only are the sisters more impulsive and erratic, there is also less of them which makes it easier to write about.)