Comedy

What happens when a hyper-advanced Protectorate AI crashes into a Rogue Trader vessel and starts handing out Vanguard powers to the survivors?
    For a happy-go-lucky AdMech tech-priestess whose only friends are her servitors, a chaotic Sister Novitiate who translates holy battle hymns into nightcore, and a grim, tactical junior medicae trying to keep them all alive, the universe just got a whole lot weirder. Stranded in a galaxy that knows only war, this mismatched trio has to navigate terrifying alien threats, warp corruption, and bureaucratic zealotry, all while trying to spend their points wisely.
    Sometimes, to survive the grim darkness, you have to bite the stars.
    Read Bite the Stars if you like:
    Numbers go up
    Big battles
    Toasters
    Lots of the author nerding out about niche 40K lore
    The Adeptus Mechanicus
    The Sisters of Battle
    Cute girls doing horrific things