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The Battle Sister is the faithful line made flesh — a mortal woman in power armour with a bolter in her hands and a death-wish in the Emperor's name. She shoots with drilled precision and masters the three sacred patterns of bolt, melta and flame, the disciplined core of every Order's firing line. Her body is no stronger than any soldier's: three points of Toughness, a single wound, a 3+ save. What keeps her standing is the innate Shield of Faith and the miracles her Sisterhood buys with its own dead. She is the rank the whole roster is built to support, and the standard against which every other Sister is measured.

The Canoness is a warrior-saint and the commander every Sisterhood is built around — a veteran of a hundred wars whose faith burns brighter than any under her charge. She fights at the front with a master's skill, wielding relic blade and blessed pistol, and her rosarius wraps her in a 4+ invulnerable field where a lesser Sister has only the innate ward. Three wounds and a saint's poise make her the durable anchor of the line, and once per battle her litany, the Emperor's Grace, steadies and blesses the faithful around her. She leads from the killing edge, exactly as the Emperor's Daughters expect their commander to lead.

The Exorcist and its sister the Immolator are the Sisterhood's war engines — a missile artillery tank and a flamer-melta hull, hymnals thundering from their armoured flanks as they roll to war. These are vehicles, not fighters: a heavy chassis of Toughness 7 and five wounds, sanctified machine-spirits that carry no invulnerable ward and take no part in the close press of melee. What they bring is reach and ruin, the long-range firepower a faithful line lacks. They stand in the super-Brute tier above the walking Penitent Engines, a prohibitive prize for a wealthy Sisterhood that means to answer the enemy's armour with organ-pipe fury of its own.

The Novitiate is the un-blooded initiate, a Sister-in-waiting who has not yet earned her power armour. She fights in carapace and flak, shoots and swings at the raw 4+ of one still learning her trade, and carries the innate Shield of Faith like every daughter of the Order. Cheap and plentiful, Novitiates fill out a young Sisterhood and prove their devotion in the fire, where those who survive are raised to the plate of a full Battle Sister. Until then she is the floor of the roster — faithful, willing, and expendable in the way only the truly devoted can be.

The Paragon Warsuit is an elite Sister sealed into a suit of command-grade war-plate — a man-piloted machine, a fighter and not a vehicle. She keeps the full martial statline of a Sister and the innate Shield of Faith, wrapped now in artificer plate that turns aside all but the heaviest blows with a 2+ save. Toughness 6, five wounds and four attacks make her a walking bastion, and she carries a multi-melta or heavy flamer alongside a Paragon war-blade to answer armour and infantry alike. She stands in the super-Brute tier above even the Penitent Engine, a Celestian-led centrepiece and the seat of the Abbess herself.

The Penitent Engine is a walker of wrath and atonement — a condemned soul chained into a lumbering war-frame, driven to seek death in the only way left to her. Toughness 6, four wounds and four attacks make it a brute that wades into the enemy line and grinds it apart with roaring buzz-blades, a mounted heavy weapon spitting fire as it comes. It moves fast for its bulk, hurling itself forward with no thought of survival, for survival was never the point. Where the Sisters hold and shoot, the Penitent Engine charges, a sinner's screaming penance made into a weapon.

The Sister Repentia has cast off her plate to seek absolution in death, wielding a two-handed eviscerator and nothing but her faith for a shield. She wears no armour and rolls no save; her only protection is the innate Shield of Faith that devotion never strips away. Fast on her feet and beyond all fear, she runs headlong at the enemy with two attacks of the great chain-blade, and where she falls, her death feeds the miracles of those who fight on. She is glass and fury in equal measure — meant to die, and to make that dying count. There is nothing left in her to frighten.

The Retributor is a Battle Sister trained to the heavy weapons — the same faithful body and 3+ plate, now bearing a heavy bolter, multi-melta or heavy flamer to the line. She is the Sisterhood's answer to armour and massed foes alike, laying down disciplined fire from the anchor of the firing line while her Sisters advance. No tougher than any other Sister, she trades none of the faith or the innate ward, only the bolter for something that hits far harder and reaches far further. Where the enemy fields walkers and heavy infantry, the Retributor is the Sister who makes them regret it.

The Seraphim and her sister the Zephyrim are the winged blades of the Sisterhood, jump packs carrying them over the battle to strike and vanish. She keeps the Battle Sister's faithful body and 3+ plate, gains the Fly that lets her cross terrain and enemies alike, and fights with twin pistols or paired power blades — quicker in the strike than her grounded Sisters, with an Initiative to match. Hers is a war of tempo: appear where least expected, empty both barrels or open a throat, and be gone before the enemy can answer. She turns the faithful line from an anvil into a hammer that falls wherever it is needed.

The Sister Superior, and the Celestian veteran who shares her chassis, is the squad-leader of the faithful — a Battle Sister raised by years of war to command her Sisters in the Emperor's name. Two wounds and a sharpened martial skill set her above the rank and file, and she may raise the Emperor's Grace to steady the line around her. She fights where the fighting is thickest, blessed blade and bolt in hand, the veteran core the younger Sisters look to when the litanies falter. She is the Sisterhood's Champion: not a saint like the Canoness, but the hard, faithful hand that holds a squad together.

The specialist Champion is the Sisterhood's expert core — the Hospitaller with her chirurgeon's tools, the Dialogus with her litanies of command, the Imagifier bearing the Faith-icon, the Dogmata whose zealot-fire steels the faithful. All share one veteran chassis: two wounds, a Sister Superior's poise, and a mind honed to a single sacred office rather than to leading a squad. Each brings a discipline the line cannot do without, whether mending the wounded, sharpening resolve, feeding the pool of Faith or driving the penitents to greater fury. Where the Sister Superior commands, the specialist serves a purpose no ordinary Sister can — the trained hands and voices that keep a Sisterhood whole.