With agents of the throne and the Emperor-made marines present, it was no surprise that a woman often thought the bridge between the two such organisations entered the chamber as preparations were coming to a close. A much gentler sound of heavy yet still spiked-heeled boots walk the hallowed halls as a young woman enters dressed in the most holy of armor.
Her appearance could only be described as Angellic, a sight so inspiring to the people of the Imperium and it's infinite Guardsmen that on the field of battle it could inspire the weariest of troops, and off of it could send them to their knees in praise. A woman of the Adeptas Sororitas, no a pure angellic creature descended from the Emperor's realm to bless all of his faithful, walked into the room with such confidence and with such a smile that it could soothe and put at ease even the most hostile thug or brigand. Here took a warrior woman who at once was both the Emperor's weapon, and his comforting soul.
A more realistic look upon her told the more experienced and decidedly not-common attendies in the room, that the young woman was a Seraphim, her black and red powered armor adorned with a large flame-and-light radiating jump pack that surrounded her in a halo of light, no doubt lending the vision of an angel descended from up on high. From her back also seemed to extend a great pair of metal wings, plates shaped as if feathers layered over one another and articulated to move, flap and fold with each step or by MIU no doubt. A fine golden and white cloak of velvet lined with fur adorns her shoulders, hanging to the floor and slightly beyond. A gleaming bleastplate was layered over her chest, two large skulls adorned in gold and set upon a plate of silver shaped to fit her form, appeared attached by golden chains draped from her shoulders and around her chest. Sigils and parchments adorned her, wards and blessings against all manner of the Emperor's foes from Psykers, Xenos, Heresy and the Daemon.
Placed down a sheath between her jump pack and armor sat a massive two handed blade, adorned with symbols of the Sororitas, blessings and callings to the Emperor to banish the warp at it's touch. It was radiant in it's silver, adorned with gold and platinium, a symbol of her high station and no doubt a weapon of great power. For weapons it must be said the Sororitas are, if nothing, predictable. Obviously attached upon each wrist or hand of her armor were a nozzle that was undoubtably for dispensing the purifying flames of her order. At each thigh was held a pistol of some kind, it's craftmanship and adornments against the Warp suggesting it's source of the Sororitas order. Finally, two storm bolters emblazened with the same sigils and blessing parchments as her other weapons hang across her back by carefully prepared straps. Appearing unique in their form, the storm bolters looked a bit shorter or perhaps had their grips changed in someway, as if the angel might wield both deadly bolt-firers at once.
Entering the room she turned her head to gaze at all those in attendance, her smile bright and eyes alight with joy. Upon seeing the marines in attendance her piked heeled armor immediately takes her to the threshold of the symbol on the ground, where she immediately takes a knee and bows her head to the marines present.
"My lords! Blessed are you, angels of angels! I am honored to be before you, it has been years since I have stood in the radiance of the Emperor's sons, please, I beg of you, accept my presence and look not upon me with pity, for I serve Him in all that I do!" she says, almost pleadingly, on her knee.