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Ninety-Nine stared at Cato. The astartes had thick luscious hair and a thick beard, just like farmers that she read about in her Ciaphas Cain picture books. He’s large and tough, so is farming. More and more evidence began to click into places. This astartes was also secretly a farmer.
“Why are you staring, thing?”
Ninety-Nine averted her gaze.
“I uh… Are you a farmer too?”
He learned down, his hand on the hilt of his sword. The twisted scowl on his face struck Ninety-Nine into silence as her shoulders tensed and her body shrinking down. She saw his hand reaching to the pommel of his sword. He leaned down, with furious glare burning in his eyes.
“You call me a low born again, I’ll break you. Do you hear me, creature?”
Ninety-Nine nodded frantically. The rest of the walk was silent. Later on, Ninety-Nine was placed into a small room of her own. When the door opened, a blue astartes told her to follow him. Two hours of traversing the Imperial Palace later she was led to Ecclesiarchal Palace. Ninety-Nine saw women in black armor and white hair lined up on each side toward the entrance. A dark skinned woman with curly white hair approached.
“Follow me, Ninety-Nine.”
Ninety-Nine was led through the narrow halls that smelled of sweet and ashy incense.
“Sit there and wait.”
The room inside was small and empty with no windows. Ninety-Nine sat at the metal table and waited. Few minutes later, a woman entered. Dressed in a black, skin tight suit with long flowing black hair. Ninety-Nine’s tail wagged as she saw this beautiful woman entered with the kindest of smiles. She sat on the chair across the table.
“Hello Ninety-Nine.” The woman said. “I am Sister Catherine. You may refer to me as Sister Catherine or Sister.”
“N—Nice you meet yuw, Sister Catherune.”
“Catherine.”
Ninety-Nine cocked her head.
“It is pronounced, Cath-Er-Ine.” Her red lips formed the words. “Repeat after me. Cath-Er-Ine.”
Ninety-Nine followed the lip movement.
“Cath-Er-Ine.”
Sister Catherine nodded in approval.
“There you go.” She retrieved a small white ball with other colors splotched on from her pouch. “Take it. It’s candy. This is an ancient Terran candy known as a jawbreaker.”
Ninety-Nine took the candy and immediately chewed on the brittle ball with a tasty crunch.
“Why is it called jawbreaker?” Ninety-Nine said.
“I… I wonder that myself.” Sister Catherine harrumphed. “Ninety-Nine, are there any subjects you are interested in learning?”
>“I want to make more friends. Can I learn that?”
>“I want to fight better, I want to learn to be more strong.”
>Write-in
