I Transmigrated into Azur Lane, but I'm Chosen by Sister S

(Important note: This is a crossover fanfiction combining Warhammer and Granblue Fantasy, with a transmigration element. The Warhammer setting has little influence, while Granblue Fantasy is the primary backdrop. However, the characters, countries, and factions are not copied directly from the original works. This is a transformative work with a strong personal style, and other settings may be introduced in the middle or later parts. Please treat anything that differs from the originals as part of the fanfiction. Thank you very much.) (OOC warning. Actually, the most OOC character might be Sister S.) “Lady Seranlina, the Eternals and the Evokers have both declared that you are Slaanesh's herald of ecstasy, Sershiana, the one throwing the skies into chaos. What do you have to say about that?” “That's slander! I'll sue them for slander! I'm just an ordinary Skyfarer who needs her teammates to carry her in a fight. How could I possibly be a Greater Daemon of Slaanesh? And I'm a woman! A woman!” “Uh, I didn't say ‘Greater Daemon of Slaanesh.’ Also, is the herald of ecstasy a man?” “Hey! There's no need to talk like that. Are you picking a fight with me? Captain Djeeta! Someone's picking a fight with me! He must be after my looks!” “Lady Seranlina, I didn't... Ow! Stop hitting me! Ow, ow!” This is the story of a Warhammer fan who transmigrates into a heroic, hot-blooded world, catches the faint attention of the forces of the Warp, and drags the world down to nightmare difficulty. The protagonist is intersex (that's just how we Sister S devotees are), has maxed-out charm, no System, but does hear whispers from the Warp. (The author promises that no corruption from the Warp or Star Beasts took place while writing this book. Fans of the original works, please don't fight among yourselves. If you have a problem, just yell at the author. The author has been blessed and can take it.)