"Pray to the Emperor for warmth, Sister. Reinforcements are six hours out."
Leah adjusted the seal on her power armor. Even with the internal cooling systems humming at maximum capacity, the radiant heat from the atmosphere below seemed to seep through the ceramite plates. She wasn't just Leah today; she was Battle Sister Leah, the tip of the spear for the upcoming descent.
The battle was a blur of searing light and deafening cracks. Leah moved with a fluid, practiced grace, her armor reflecting the orange glow of the explosions. She was a whirlwind of steel in the center of the inferno, pushing through the sweltering haze to reach the console.