Imperial Guard 1: Whoa... She's pretty... Imperial Guard 2: Careful... She's dangerous! Imperial Guard 1: What do you mean? Imperial Guard 2: They are all serious work! Don't make eye contact. And for the love of the Emperor, don't stare at her body! Imperial Guard 1: What harm would that do? Sororitas: You! Imperial Guard 1: Wha... Me? Sororitas: You smell of Chaos. Imperial Guard 1: What!? My loyalty is for the Emperor only! Sororitas: I'll be the judge of that. Come!
*The next day*
Imperial Guard 2: Hey man! I'm surprised you came back at all! Imperial Guard 1: ... Imperial Guard 2: You okay? Imperial Guard 1: ..... I'm fine... Do we have any ice? Imperial Guard 2: Yea. How much do you need? Imperial Guard 1: 3 packs... It's... for my balls... Imperial Guard 2: Did she... Imperial Guard 1: Yea... 8 hours straight... Non-stop... Imperial Guard 2: Damn... Wait here, I'll go get the ice... Imperial Guard 1: Thanks. Imperial Guard 1: ... *Takes out Lasgun for maintenance*
Imperial Guard 1: Wha... Who scratch my gun? *Looks at scrathings* Imperial Guard 1: By the Emperor...
You were incredible last night, Guardsman. We should do this again. Love, Ms. Sororita
Moral: Don't piss off the sexually frustrated Sororitas
Now if they ALWAYS wore armor like that, I'd consider them aesthetically appealing.
But no, they have to wear that frakked up ceramic armor. All I see them as right now is a bunch of insane chicks in thick armor carrying fire and throwing it everywhere with deranged looks of happiness on their faces. While kicking puppies.