Warhmmaer 40K: Project Bellona (frightorflight, powergirl, Squiggly Buns)

[frightorflight]

There was nothing special about the room the girls had gathered in, it was large enough to hold the four hundred or so young women but otherwise was only notable for the raised platform and the podium at the front, and the row of Skitarii warriors who stood in front to keep the frightening girls away. Some were bratty and entitled hive elite, others were scared daughters of the factory workers who had been pulled from their families and shifts without any warning. Others were tech adepts from the mechanicum, and a few were bewildered refugees still reeling from the war that had brought them to this world. They all had eon thing in common though, genetics. They all had a genetic trait that made them eligible for this program and the procedures it would subject them to, weather they woudl survive was less a concern than a reason to get as many as possible. A huge Magos, now so much machine there might not be any man left. Came in through a door and stepped up the raise tot he podium.
"Welcome, young ones." He said, his voice amplified so it cut through the noise of the chatter to draw everyone attention. "I am sure you have many questions and wonder why you are here. I am sure many of you are wondering when you will see your families again. I am sorry to inform you that many of you will not. Our world and the Imperium are under dire threats. The soldiers of the Emperor cannot protect us, so we must protect ourselves. You all have a unique genetic trait that make you a candidate to receive genetic modifications to transcend you to the same super human levels as the adeptus astartes. From now on you will all live and train together, some of you will die, the rest we will turn into unstoppable soldiers to save this world and it's people and all others." The speech was uninspiring and left many questions that were not answered, as soldiers moved through the crowd, breaking the girls up into groups of sixty and taking them through the metal tunnels of the hive to barracks where they woudl be staying.

 

[powergirl]

A young sister of The Adepta Sororitas discreetly joined to the girls. For her all-female division such genetic modifications were a heresy. Sister's fanatical devotion and unwavering purity was a bulwark against corruption, heresy. She was the only one who left from her division and without a superior, it was the only way to fight against the invasion. She came closer to the girl with her damaged, black power armor from the Order of Our Martyred Lady. Her chainsword seemed to be used up after many battlefields.

A Blonde girl just joined to the group of sixty others girls and passed through the tunnel with them. In a black power armor, she did it discretely. She couldn't believe that someone here have access to Space Marine's equipment. All this plan was crazy for her. The Sister knew that without the proper code, a Space Marine's Bolter or other weapon will not function. As a soldier she was equipped with a chainsword, Meltagun, and Plasma Pistol. Anyone of soldiers didn't dare to stop an armored sister. Her face was completely pale and she had tattooed the Ecclesiarchy's symbol under her left eyes.

The alabaster, angelic face, and purple, deep eyes shone with excitement, long blonde hair was pulled up into a high pony tail that hung down to her ass and twitched ever so temptingly, attracting the eyes of anyone who gazed on her.

"Sister Alinsa Jade, Order of Our Martyred Lady" She nodded gently.

 

[Squiggly Buns]

Makaya had been surprised when the skitarii warriors had come to collect her from her workplace. The young girl, only 15, had been working in one of the forge world’s labyrinthine energy exchange networks since as early as she was able to walk. Her still growing body was firm and toned thanks to almost a decade of labor work, but she was still decidedly feminine, her growing body had already started to develop a tapered waist and her breasts were starting to grow out. Wherever Makaya’s skin was showing there were visible scars and burns on her otherwise smooth skin. Badges of service in the large plasma reactor she was assigned to work at. The young woman was always a hard worker, a trait instilled in her by her loving parents when they were still alive. The Emperor does not bless idle hands she remembered her mother saying. In fact Makaya was known for her work ethic so much that there were rumors she, even at her young age, would be granted the position of foreman of the reactor when the current foreman retired. A position that would have been second in authority only to the tech adepts.

The young girl’s hopes were dashed however, the day that the skitarii came to collect her from her workplace. She begged them to let her say goodbye to her younger brother, her only remaining family, before she was taken away, but of course they declined. Makaya remained stoic however. Despite believing earnestly that she was being marched to her execution or to be turned into a servitor, the young woman found herself in a room full of girls of the same age but from seemingly all walks of life. When the magos made his speech, she could hardly believe what she was hearing. She was to be turned into an astartes? Or something similar at least? The thought was almost laughable, and almost certainly hererical. The astartes were living gods of war, or so the stories went. The emperor’s angels of death, his divine anger given physical form, indestructible and timeless. There were times when Makaya wondered if such warriors could even exist or if they were merely allegory. But to think she could attain something like that?

The young woman's mind was racing as she was separated off and taken to her new home. Barely registering the women who would be her new family.

 

[frightorflight]

The troop of sixty girls was taken to a barracks. The bunk room was only different form the ones many of them had spent all their lives in because it was clean and the air filtration system did not click or whine with age. For the Girls of the Spire, being in such close quarters and sleeping on such small and course bedding was an unthinkable, insult and some of them protested to steel faced skitarii and they might as well have been protesting to metal stamping press. Each girl was assigned to a bunk Then the sktarii suddenly showed life as the shout furiously for all the girls to face forward and stand at attention. They shout in unison, like servitors, and they shouts so furiously and quickly that even the brattiest or the most scared of the girls responded, at the other end of the room a door opened, and out stepped a Skitarii. An old grizzled one whose body appeared all machine, accept for his eyes, which were cold and hard, but human in their intensity as he stared around at the girls.
"Omnissiah damn me. What have they brought down here." He start to walk down the corridor between the bunks and swing his eyes side to side. He stalked like a war robot and seemed like he could tare one apart with his full metal hands. "Looks like they delivered me a bunch of snibbling pieces of crap and they want me to make you into soldiers." He stopped and looked down at Makya. "Like you, what are you? are you capable of doing more than pulling a handle on a factory press, can you even speak, is your brain high functioning enough for that. I don't think it is, I think they gave me a damn servitor!" he then stalked off to his next victim. Bu the time he got to the end of the room he had left some girls crying and some with bleeding faces after he had struck them for talking back. Then he got to Alinsa. "Well, looks like we got ourselves a tough girl, a regular solider swinging around this thing." He grabbed the chain sword in a grip that crushed in under his fist before in one motion he wrapped it out of her hand and tossed it across them room. "I don't know why they let you in here with all this crap, I don't care either since your keeping it. I bet your going to be a real smart aren't you. I bet you think you've been to hell and back, WELL YOU HAVEN"T MET ME!" He then turned around and stalked back to the door where he had entered. "I am Chort Master Sakar. I will be responsible for training you. Many of you will die, if you fail to meet my standards. Some of you will try and you will be damaged for life. If any of you want to walk out of this alive, you had better meet my expectations. There is a uniform on your bunk, now all of you strip and get them on in the next ninety seconds, or I am going to start this program with group lashing!" On each bunk was a simple shirt and a pare of cargo pants, as well as a belt, boots, and socks. They were expected to change out of whatever they were wearing, and quick.

 

[powergirl]

Alinsa didn't fit to the rest of recruited candidates. She couldn't understand that these girls are going to war. Such bunch of pampered, immature girls shouldn't even be allowed to hold a weapons. The condition of quarters wasn't bad for her. She used to sleep in a worse places. The Blonde girl just stayed silently till the old grizzled man crushed her chain sword. Unfortunately Alinsa as as the Sisters of Battle wasn't very smart. Instead of that she used to be a stubborn girl.

Tears streamed down her head as her insanely weapon explode as a toy. Alinsa was glassy eyed, her sword belonged formerly to her best friend who saved her life several times on a battle fields. It was her last souvenir after the sister Martha who passed away during her last mission. It brought her out of a balance.

"I understand!"
A blonde sister answered back furiously.

She wasn't sure that Chort Master will dare to hit a member of Adepta Sororitas, but she had to get to know her new commander. Beside that, a power armor didn't let her to fall on the ground.

Alinsa didn't even listen his speech. She used to heard a lot of them. She had different problem with uniform. The Sister wasn't able to take off her armor so fast. Finally, the five minutes was required to change her outfit and she was the last uniformed girl. Alinsa left her all equipment on her bunk. Her shirt and pants didn't fit for her. She was seventeen years old, but her body was developed and seemed to be mature. An Uniform was tight for her athletic and curvy body.

 

[Squiggly Buns]

Makaya knew better than to respond as the skitarii addressed her. Working as a laborer in the forgeworld she had quickly learned that even the lowliest member of the mechanicus was still above her station. However she didn't back down. The young girl didn't even flinch, merely looking directly forward with a resolute stare. As the machine man continued down the line, Makaya dared a sideways glance, spotting the battle sister. She hadn't seen the woman join the congregation, her power armored form sticking out amongst the clothing of everyone else. It was clear that this woman had seen battle recently. Makaya had heard there was a war going on, but little information had trickled down to where she worked, this war had no impact on her life or the life of those around her as far as she knew, she was no warrior, simply a cog in the machine. But to see a battle weary woman beside her, not much older than Makaya herself, made her wonder if the war was closer than anyone had been letting on. She was surprised when the skitarii lashed out at her, but the woman seemed to take it in stride.

On the chort master’s orders she quickly stripped down, revealing her supple, toned and scarred body. There was no hesitation, no shame. Makaya was used to showering and getting dressed in communal blocks. She had seen everyone she'd ever known naked on multiple occasions. One of the first dressed, she took a look at the girls around her. Some were like her, laborers and serfs, others seemed to be from higher stations, nobility and the like, more reluctant to disrobe in front of the others, and even once they had, their unblemished skin marked them out as different. The battle sister didn't seem to hesitate, though taking off the armor seemed like an ordeal. Makaya considered offering to assist, but didn't want to test the chort master’s reaction. Best to let things play out for now. Instead she quickly took her place again in the line.

 

[frightorflight]

The Cohort mast watched impatiently and silently as Alinsa stripped off her armor. Not all the girls had changed in time, but this one was taking far too long. Once she had finished he went down the line inspecting the girls. Most of them were wrong and he made them correct it with cruel words and shouting, but violence wasn't needed for a bunch of bewildered children over a simple uniform, yet. When he stopped in front of Makya he just gave her a glance up and down and said. "Acceptable." her uniform was a little loose but straight. "Tighten your belt and pull that shirt tight." He ordered her, but with no menace. Then he got to Alinsa. "I can tell you are going to be trouble." He growled, then he raised his voice. "Everyone, meet Trouble, trouble here is going to be your problem child, she is going to get you a lot of punishment and extra training, she's going to cost you food and sleep so you had better whip her into shape as fast as you can. Now all of you strip and bend over. Since trouble decided to take her time in changing you all get fifty lashes to your back sides, then I expect you to be changed back into your unionism before the next girl is done. Accept you trouble, he looked at her with what was probably hatred. "You get five lashes from everyone here, from me, from my cohort, and from every girl. Is that acceptable initiate Trouble?"

 

[powergirl]

The Sister smiled discreetly when she got his attention. The Imperial Creed and Omnissiah's Creed had more differences than she used to knew. Alinsa started to regret that she lost her knife and weapons on her bed. Maybe they thought that she belonged to inquisition.
The Sisters of Battle used to be limited by Adeptus Ministorum. She thought that even a Tech-priest shouldn't treat her as badly as it was now.

The Blonde girl just nodded and fell on her knees. She quickly removed her top outfit. The Sister knew that here was a group about sixty girls and now she was calculating a number of Skitarii warriors.

"How long you are gonna let me wait, Ladies? Asceticism is well recommended in my Order!"

Alinsa snarled covering the ripe melons of her breasts with her two hands. She gritted his teeth in silent fury. Her pale skin on her tors was covered by plenty of scars after cutting, burning and whipping.
She turned her head around gazing at the young faces.

"Common to solve your Trouble!"

She clenched her fists and closed her eyes when she was waiting for pain. Alinsa felt shame being half-naked in front of them and it raised her fury.

 

[frightorflight]

Sakar looked at her and there was dissatisfaction in her eyes as his iron boot kicked her in the teeth. "During inspections you will not talk unless questioned by a superior Trouble. then he reached down, grabbed her waistband and pulled, ripping off her pants and her underwear, and when I said strip I mean strip, this isn't a topless bar." Leaving her completely bare and stripped he stood over her and waited for something else to punish her for while each of the girls in tern was flogged across their back and butt, then it became her turn and Trouble was lashed by every single one of them. The ones that hit the hardest were the skitarii, they hit with machine force and precision and nearly cleaned flesh from bone and they always hit in the same place. Sakar especially left her rear end a bleeding mess before the wounds on her back and her buttocks were sanitized and sealed with adhesive by one of the skitarii. "Now that you all have learned something about discipline, you can all follow the Skitarii to your left to the shower room, where you will have fifteen minutes to wash, dry, and dress, before you will be taken to dinner. You will have twenty minutes to eat. Then you will be taken back here. You will have seven hours and twenty minutes to sleep before we beginning training tomorrow. Do you all understand me?" The question was for everyone, but her very obviously looked at Alinsa.

 

[Squiggly Buns]

Makaya stripped down again and took her lashes in stride. As a serf, she was accustomed to beatings, even from the merciless skitarii. She flinched with each strike but didn't let out a sound. The young girl felt some regret as she was forced to whip the woman however, although she didn't hesitate, Makaya did pull her blows as much as she thought she could get away with. She was surprised to see this woman took the beating fairly well. When they were lined up again and lead to the showers, Makaya walked alongside Alinsa.

“I've dealt with the skitarii before you know. It makes life easier when you don't talk back to them. Unless you want to receive a beating everyday. They're not like normal people. They don't have much compassion. I'm Makaya by the way.” She looked around to make sure she hadn't attracted the scorn of their skitarii escorts before continuing.

“So you're a soldier? Tell me, I heard the fighting has nearly reached the forgeworld, is it true? I heard other things too, people say there are traitor space marines…” she said with a mix of fear and curiosity. “Is that why we're receiving this training? To fight against them? I've heard stories about the space marines, it's crazy to think the tech priests think they can make us as strong as them. But I guess I wouldn't know.”

 

[powergirl]

She fell on the ground completely stunned when a brutal metal boot hit straight into her face. Alinsa lost an eye tooth. The Sister stood up and spitted with a blood. The Blonde girl had been whipped by females at first and she even didn't moan with pain. She thought that these bunch of experienced females didn't even deserve to join Imperial Guard, without saying anything about become Marine's. A proud member of an elite sisterhood of warriors was completely naked and exposed for all of them.

Only the skitarii forced her to scream. Her punishment was long, painful and shameful for a naked sister.
Sister Alinsa cringed in pain,, her big cheeks were getting some serious friction burns as she was whipped. She felt an anger, shame and a lust for revenge. Painful treatment finally
silenced her. Her wounds were bleeding. Skitarii left her in a terrible state. The curvy amazon wriggled. She was so tense now she was sweating everywhere. Her scream fell on deaf ears, echoing through the walls.

Exhausted Sister slowly walked to the shower room. Water t her wounds and she noticed a younger girl. The Sister looked down at her and groaned with pain. "I am not sure about that. I don't even guess that they will dare to try". She wasn't in a mood to talk. Pain even didn't let her concentrate.
"I didn't fight with them before, so I can't tell you much?" Her face was completely pale and she seemed to be exhausted after whipping.

"Forgive me, I shall not talk back. It wasn't my fault, he just fears me. The Sisters of Battle would rather melt them all, than let them to profane the Emperor". She whispered the last sentence very quiet.

 

[frightorflight]

"A hand reached out and smacked Alinsa across the face as he stalked by. "I can here you cadet. I don't care where you came form or who you think you are. You were nothing the moment you walked through that door, so far you have no improved in my eyes. If you survive long enough to be augmented it's because you learn to stow your ego like a good little girl." He then stalked back down the line to abuse some other poor victims. The girls were hurried and prodded to get dried and dressed before they were herded like cattle to a mess hall where they were sat down to eat with several hundred other girls. To the manufactorum laborers the food would have been heavenly. It was a fare sized portion and it was all real vegetables and meats, not just a past of proteins and minerals, or gamey rat meat and weak planets raised in home maid hydroponics labs. Even if it was canned, frozen, or dried before being reconstituted after being shipped from who knows where. To everyone else though it was sludge and the elites complained. After twenty minutes for dinner they returned to their barracks. They were told they would have eight hours to sleep. Then the skitarii left, the doors closed, and the girls were alone in the quiet dark. The next morning, was the beginning of Hell.

Exactly seven hours and twenty minutes later skitarii began flipping girls out of beds and shouting them into formation. Before anyone could even know what was going on they were being marched down the halls to a large storage room that had been converted to a training room, specifically a track and field, and they started running.