Editing Training in Paradise (section)

==Part 2==

It has been twenty Eden years, or five Terran, since Sister Superior Abigail and the other nineteen Sister of Battles left my care and joined the never ending fight against the Imperiums enemies, bringing Faith and Fire to those who go against the Imperial Creed. Everything had remained much the same, I trained the recruits using my own personal methods, within official guidelines of course, while this has not changed much over the years, the planet itself has. 

Originally it was designated by just a number, locals would call it Garden of Eden after Ancient Terran stories, but it wasn't important for any reason in the early days, apart from the local fauna and flora, it was pretty unremarkable in the eyes of the Imperium. The Imperium cares about few things, the major worlds are either Agri-Worlds, designed to feed the Imperium, Forge Worlds, to produce the armaments for it's armies and finally Space Marine Chapter Worlds. At first Eden was only settled due to it's proximity to the Veiled Region, where a rumoured Beil-Tan Eldar Craftworld was spotted before disappearing into the void. As such there was a sizeable garrison and defensive network on a planet with so little in the way of population. 

However, within two Terran years of Abigail and the others leaving, local population centres were being built and with this, the discovery of large deposits of ore crucial to the Imperium was unearthed. The most important of these being a rather large vein of Adamantium. With this discovery and the subsequent contact made by the Planetary Governor, Marcus Whitener his name, a huge wave of machinery and work force arrived to start digging out these precious metals. Within the next three Terran years a huge mine complex had been dug out of the ground, so large that you could keep a Hive City block inside them. 

This discovery also increased the garrison size ten fold and the fortification network increased to even higher standards, this also had the added benefit of having my – I mean – our fortress monastery increased in size. The main worship area was increased in grandeur, the amount of barracks and facilities for them was created, the fortification part of the monastery was created to the highest standard possible, at the time I thought this strange as the fortress was situated on top of a mountain, waterfall cascading nearby, and only accessible by air transport, this meant the landing site was increased to hold more aircraft, the supply bunker was increased and the potential for crossing arcs of fire was made so great that it would take a extremely determined foe to even get close to the now reinforced doors. While I was little interested in the exact details of the expansion, I was however very keen to keep as much foliage as I could around the monastery, when asked why by the attending Tech Priests, I simply answered that I found significant improvements from my recruits when the flowers came into bloom. 

This was, however, a half truth. While the plants, and especially the calming effects of one in particular, now called Calmomile by the various branches of medical teams, it was mainly because it reminded me so much of Abigail. As not to impede on the tactical specifications needed for the construction of the extra defences, I asked for a bridge to be built over the waterfall which lead to a garden of the surviving plants. On top of this, I also asked for a statue of our beloved Emperor to be erected there, the calming sound of the cascading water and the fragrance of the nearby plants allowed for a very deep meditation. 

The expansion was well received by the current recruits, around fifty of them, as it allowed them to try out everything it had to offer, the new washing facilities, the new quarters, the larger mess hall and most importantly the grand prayer room which had a towering statue of the Emperor on his Golden Throne - the same colour as its namesake. When the sun shone through, it would enter the beautifully stained-glass windows, depicting heroic deeds of the Imperium, and would shine on the statue, making it look as if the statue itself was radiating the Emperors very glow. The final bonus of the planets expansion and discovery, was the increased planet population. Not only did more and more Imperial citizens come searching work, from traders to miners, for fame or fortune or a fresh start, but also the increased birth rate it provided. This meant that the amount of females on the planet rose exponentially; this meant the amount of people I could recruit from grew much larger than at any time and by the time of the following events we numbered in excess of five hundred.
     
Three years past while the planet grew in size, fortune and prestige. I was happy teaching the large amount of recruits we now had, teaching one is the same as five hundred, but I made sure to split the training groups up from those who had joined in different solar years. This allowed me to add the incentive to the older ones to aim for Sister Superior promotions, something I had only offered to one at the end of their training. These Sister Superiors would assist me in the training of fresh recruits and do basic training with them after I had shown the ropes, they would subsequently become more experienced not just in teaching others but also get the training themselves. This seemed a popular competition for the girls to participate in. Life on Eden was good, the planet had finally been given the official name, done by planetary vote, which was won by a landslide as Eden.



It seemed as everything was going right for the planet, the Emperor was clearly watching and protecting us, but it was not to last.

During the start of Spring, five years since my first Sisters left, that things began going wrong. It all started with a simple report from the Imperial Guard garrison. We always got a monthly report from the Imperial Guard and this was no different. We, I, should've noticed something was not right but my comfort and arrogance got the better of me. 

“Palatine Freya, I have the monthly Imperial Guard report for you to read.” came the voice through the door, I noticed it immediately as Sister Samantha, she was one of the recruits from the year after Abigail left, she was very dedicated to her training and always took any spare time she had as a sign to worship the Emperor. Perhaps this is why she was not as good as the others in her combat doctrines, she only trained during official designated time periods and if she had nothing to do, she'd head straight to the Flaming Rose Room, the prayer room and nickname that was given to it due to the colours in the room caused by the statue and the windows, the windows created a ember coloured red which combined with the golden statue made it look like the entire room was in flames. 

The Rose came from the rose vines which could be seen climbing around the windows outside and the brilliant, deep dark red flowers which bloomed during the Spring. “May I come in?” she asked popping her head around the corner of the now open door “Of course you may Sister Samantha, you're always welcome here, no matter the reason” I smiled as I put down my PDA and turned my around to face her properly in my chair. She entered the room and closed the door carefully behind here, she was not unattractive, but she paled in comparison to Abigail, then again, everybody did. 

She had shoulder length hair which was a deep brown, I didn't force the standard Sister of Battle appearance on my recruits, there would be no going back when they were fully trained and made to do it, I thought it was better for them to enjoy it while they had it. 

“This report was just delivered by an Imperial Guard sergeant” she said as she handed a PDA similar to mine towards me, I took it out of her hands and began reading it, it was very standard stuff, reports on numbers, supplies and anything else of note such as deaths or promotions, nothing interesting really. 

“You said they delivered this personally?” I asked, puzzled, as I continued to read, expecting something major like a STC discovery or a new metal vein. 

“Hmm Mhm” Samantha replied nodding slightly. “I did say you were busy, but he insisted I handed it to you personally, I would've refused, but I know how important you believe our relationship with the Imperial Guard is” she continued, obviously worried I would chastise her for disturbing me with something so trivial. 

“You did the right thing Sister, I would hate for the HQ staff to start voxing me over refusing such things” I said laughing slightly.

“Than you Palatine!” Samantha exclaimed, relived I hadn't punished her for bringing this to my attention. “Is that all? I'd like to visit the Rose Room before meal time.” she said standing still but clearly wanting to get going and start praying to the Emperor. 

“No, that is all Sister.” I felt like adding how she shouldn't spend all her spare time worshipping the Emperor and spend some training instead, but I thought how silly it would be. Samantha turned, exited and closed the door behind her without saying another word. I turned back to my original position and placed my feet on the windowsill as I was unable to fully stretch my legs under my desk. I continued reading the report, the warmth of the setting sun combined with the Calmomile fragrance making it's first appearance of the year known made me feel incredibly drowsy, maybe it was because of this that what transpired happened. 

As I read the report I was drawn to the final part of the report, it mentioned some minor disturbances in the western part of the mine, reports of workers refusing to do their job and when threatened by the Foreman, violence erupted, resulting in the death of the Foreman, a Laspick in the skull, and the death of a dozen workers when the Imperial Guard was called to help put down the dissent. While this report surprised me, it was by now means a cause for concern. All planets have some sort of problem with their population at one point or another, the fact it had taken three years for anything of this sort to happen was more surprising than the event itself. I should of realised that the event should of caused questions to be asked, I should of asked why the had rebelled, something that was left out of the report. Maybe I could of done things better, maybe I could've changed what happened.
     
The day it happened had been no different to any others. Training had gone as normal, the recruits had been progressing well and I had a number of candidates for the Sister Superior position. Several Eden months had passed since the first report of concern, it was now the start of Autumn and the leaves had begun to change colour, they were fantastic shades of crimson, fuchsia, vermilion, amber, gold and even cream. It was usually a peaceful period, the creatures of the planet had given birth to their young and were now gathering food for the coming winter. 

While it had been awhile since the first report it was by no means the only one. Every report after the first contained similar information, of workers in the mines rebelling and refusing to work only to be cut down by the Imperial Guard and replaced the same day. I missed the other signs, as that month there had been a single person in the Hive City where the majority, if not all, of the workers for the mines lived acting similarly. I should've acted. 

The day had ended, everybody had headed to their quarters and had gone to sleep, all apart from those on night duty, who maintained the various communication relays and monitored the sensor systems of the monastery itself. Normally I fall asleep without trouble, all Sisters do; it's the life we lead, from the rigorous training excesses and worship as well as general maintaining of the monastery, but for some reason that night I could not sleep. Perhaps as I look back on that night that maybe the Emperor himself was trying to tell me something, trying to warn me of the coming storm and all that it brought. As it transpired I did not drop off to sleep, but instead my thoughts turned to Sister Superior Abigail. 

Was she dead? Lost on some Emperor forsaken planet? Was she fighting the enemies of man kind with her amazing skill and great devotion to the Emperor? I turned over and closed my eyes, bending into the foetal position, my thoughts of Abigail had brought back memories of the time before I was in charge of the monastery, when I had been part of another Minor Order, The Order of The Emperors Light. 

We had been involved in a righteous war against the Orks who had plagued the Segmentum Tempetus for decades. I was only a Sister Superior back then, in charge of twenty Sisters of Battle and under the command of Canoness Reilia. With the help of the Imperial Guard we had pushed the Orks back beyond the ridge of a planet which name I cannot remember; I remember very little of what occurred during that time, I was young aged only nineteen Terran years, I had been promoted to Sister Superior as we had suffered heavy losses in an earlier battle, something which a Minor Order cannot afford to do, but with fire and faith we purged thousands of Orks from existence. We had thought the battle was over as we headed for the Ork encampment a few kilometres north from our position, I was arrogant and headstrong, I lead my Sisters ahead of the main force of our army and headed for the cover of a nearby forest. 

Perhaps it was fate that I entered that forest and what happened next was  based only on the sound of screams, dying breaths and frantic calls for help on the vox channel. From what I can remember, as the main force crossed the ridge, the Orks began streaming out of their encampment like a green tide of pure desire to fight. Our lines set up their heavy guns and the supporting Imperial Navy launched forward to bomb the heavy concentration of Orks, the Leman Russes' let volleys of fire into the densely packed Orks, taking scores out with each shot, I planned to flank the Orks and take out anything in support that was behind the man Ork force. 

The Orks were advancing and seemed to be endless, the constant fire from our heavy weapons seemed to do nothing to reduce their number, but they would soon be within range of the main forces weapons, lines of Lasgun armed Imperial Guard and the rest of the Sisters of Battle, bolter and flamer in hand. They would of met a constant barrage of fire, but they didn't. Before they entered the range of the guns, a sound of spluttering engines could be heard, thinking it was a Looted Tank I looked around for it and readied melta weaponry, but it wasn't a tank, it wasn't even a ground vehicle, it was at this point one of my Sisters pointed up, what I saw sent dread running through me. Scores of Ork Bommers and accompany fighters streamed forward. 

The few Imperial Navy support vehicles we had were blasted from the sky by sheer weight of fire, the tanks and heavy weapons set up on the ridge had no time to move before the first bombs fell, a relentless wave of crude, but effective, bombs fell on the stunned Imperial Guard. They attempted to steady their lines but as they recovered from the shock of the Bommer wave passed, they remembered what was coming towards them... And endless and seemingly numberless wave of Orks was heading their way. Those that stood and fought soon died where they stood, the Sisters of Battle attempted to regain control, but even the flames of hundreds of blessed promethium flamers could not stop what was happening, the wave of Orks surrounded the few groups that tried to fight, Immolators and Leman Russ tanks looked like rocks in a sea of green, but even the toughest rocks get worn away by the waves. 

All I could do was keep myself and my group hidden and try and comfort them as best I could while the screams of our Sisters and Imperial Guard allies came through our communication devices. Over the next few months, my group would slowly be killed, I eventually made it back to an Imperial Base, carrying the steal breathing body of one of my Sisters, Sister Celine, I had carried her for days, desperate for her to survive, but my medical training was not enough and she died a day later, the medics of the Imperium unable to help her. Since I was the only one to survive and the rest of the Order had died, I was given the choice, join another one or train new recruits. I chose the later. I was eventually raised to the rank of Palatine for my efforts in the campaign, but I didn't care, maybe I should've died then, but I didn't. 

As the horrors of those months were brought back I quickly thought of Abigail again, her beautiful face and high cheekbones, her sweet voice... Her voice, as soon as I thought of it I could hear her moans and gasps as we made love on the training range table... This moved quickly on to her beautiful and stunning body, her pert breasts and delicate pink nipples. It was at this point my hand has moved onto my breast and I noticed I had unconsciously started rubbing and massaging them, occasionally rubbing my nipples between my thumb and index finger, they had already became erect and pushed through the fabric of my short length black camisole, my breathing increased as I continued to rub and caress my breast, all the while I was thinking on Abigail. 

I pulled my camisole up to expose my bare breasts and continued the movements, I had to put the fabric of my camisole into my mouth and bite down because of the noise I was making, originally this wouldn't of been a problem but the new quarters had been fitted with an improved ventilation system which carried sound surprisingly well. As I moaned in the darkness I began to move one of my hands down my body, passing my hand over my skin, up and down as I moved slowly towards my crotch. My hand reached the fabric of my similarly coloured short and I continued the passing of my hand over the fabric and my mound of Venus, feeling the soft hair underneath, I began to imagine that I was performing on Abigail as I rubbed my middle and index fingers side-by-side up and down my womanhood, I carried on the light moans, trying my best to control myself as I thought of the things I did to Abigail all those months ago, I imagined her as I pressed deepling into my shorts and felt my labia spread slightly as I increase the frequency of complete up and down motions, by now my clitoris was hard and I could feel the wetness coming through the fabric, as quickly as I could I pulled the shorts down and only managed to kick them off to the ankle of my right foot before I couldn't wait any longer. 

I pressed harder and harder into my pussy spreading my labia wider and wider before teasingly inserting the tip of my finger into my opening, I controlled myself as much as I could but  by now I had lost control of my top as my mouth had  opened more in order to increase my air intake, I pressed harder and harder before quickly tweaking my clitoris like I was adjusting a sight on a weapon, this caused me to arch my back and let out a loud gasp which I am sure was heard by most if not all of the adjacent quarters, I didn't care, it felt good and I would of done anything for Abigail to be there with me. Several minutes passed of me repeating the cycle of rubbing and tweaking before I decided to end it, readying my fingers I imagined Abigail looming over me, arm extended and fingers together like she was pretending to have a gun before she – I – thrusted them as deep as I could into my vagina, this action caused me to cover my mouth with my spare hand as I plunged again and again, feeling the silky love juices rolling over my fingers and out of any part that wasn't filled with my fingers. 

I lasted as long as I could, I imagined Abigail the entire time, her body and face imprinted in my mind, when in one movement I thrusted all of my fingers inside, up to the knuckle, I climaxed hard and let out a loud yell as I spasm and gripped on the sheets of my bed, the warmth washed over me and for the first time since the first report I felt calm and contented. I fell asleep there and then, my camisole still tucked up underneath my neck and my shorts hanging off my ankle which itself was dangling off the bed. As I drifted off, I thought of Abigail one last time and entered the blackness of sleep.

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