Tanus Prime Abaddon has finally attacked Cadia the forces of the Imperium that stand true to the Emperor have gone to defend humanity from annihilation the 13th Black Crusade has begun and mankind but defend it's self from the forces that seem to want all of mankind dead. We will spend our lives fighting to secure this Imperium, and then I fear we will spend the rest of our days fighting to keep it intact. There is such involving darkness amongst the stars. Even when the Imperium is complete, there will be no peace. We will be obliged to fight on to preserve what we have fought to establish. Peace is a vain wish. Our crusade may one day adopt another name, but it will never truly end. In the far future, there will be only war. -Sigismund First High Marshal to the Black Templars. In the Ultima Segmentum stands a force of guardsmen on a forested world that was once the Eldars they do not know what is to come. But this Regiment is a family that life love and cry, that will die and server the Emperor to their last breathes hardened by betrayal, trust, and friendship but moral seems to be dwindling... This is gloomy world has never stopped raining it has, never will it seems it is like a spell has been cause to hide it's secrets. Out of this beauty that is the rain or the dreaded drops that get your socks wet you all sit in your beloved tent where you relax and spend time together then over the Vox Caster that is put on one of the Troopers back for Long Range communications a voice disrupts the peace and laziness that you all enjoy so much. "Sergeant come in this is the Colonel Goodwin come in do you read me. I have a mission for you. I repeat *Repeats last two sentences*..." The Colonel has a operation for you hope there is some action... Spoiler If you want to get a feel for the setting as of the post if you want more of these please say so. View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-yOZEiHLuVU @High_Adept_Zeth @Donairian @Keidivh @TechCaptain @Vanestus @bossaroo
The rain didn't bother him.The bleedin` jungle didn't bother him.Hell...not even Eldar bothered him to a degree.But inability to act - to just sit tight and do nothing did. As the rain drowned the usual humidity, evoking the strong smell of greenery in the air, Commissar Maximilien Paladan stood in the ugly weather under a tree that seemed to be poor cover, judging by his soaked trench coat.He just stood there dousing one lho-stick after another In silent,controlled fury. By the Emperor...I am powerless against this and I hate it! Tossing the half-smoked stick in the mud and stomping it with his boot he made a return trip to the tent, before he catched a cold and this whole mess turns for the worse! The stench of low morale was thick in the air just as is the wild aromas of the jungle.None wanted to admit, especially near a Commissar but this laziness sat wrong.Especially after the last campaign. As he entered the tent he met the same picture he was accustomed to across the whole regiment.Men and women of the Imperial Guard all huddled together, drinking, smoking, playing the emperors tarot or some other trifling game just to pass the time while they are at the mercy of this blasted weather! Smacking his coat from all the excess water huddled in the thick fabric and leather he approached the promising vox-caster observing a promise of activity. "Sergeant come in this is the Colonel Goodwin come in do you read me. I have a mission for you. I repeat *Repeats last two sentences*..." At such broadcast, Commissar scanned the tent speaking (not yelling!): "Someone wake up Sergeant Brant." @Donairian
Irmina had long stopped trying to keep track of the number of days her and her dear regiment had been trapped on this little hell hole of a planet, the rain beating her into submission. "Don't understand why we took this bloody planet from the knife-ears, all's it does is rain. And whenever its not raining, something in the jungle pops out and tries to kill you..." There was no response to her words as she trekked back to base, simply the unending cacophony of Tanus Primes torrential downpour screaming back at her. She had taken to scouting the immediate vicinity when they first arrived out of sheer curiosity and initiative. Then it was to keep her from being bored. Now it was to give her something else to do besides sit around with her thumb up her ass. Unfortunately it seemed even that had lost its charm. So she wandered back into camp, hoping she might scrounge up a glass of amnasec. Upon entering her squads tent she trailed off to her bunk and simply collapsed, letting out a long, drawn out sigh, tossing her soaked through camo-cloak on the ground. Maybe when she woke up, they'd be leaving this Emperor forsaken rock. @High_Adept_Zeth Course she never got to find out, because before she could pass out the most unpleasant of voices hit her ears. "Fine morning to you as well Commissar. Or is it night? Can't tell anymore with the constant downpour out there... Let me see if I can get sarge for you." @Donairian Instead of getting up, she simply pushed herself up slightly from the cot before bellowing, "BOSS MAN, COMMISSAR WANTS YA!" With her duty finished, the marksman extraordinaire collapsed back on to her cot.
Trooper Valens sat on his cot reading through his uplifting primer and nawing on one of his dog tags a nervous habbit he'd picked up in place of chewing on his nails and finger tips, difficult to operate a lasgun with badly biten fingers. He heard the call come through the vox and started prepping his gear hopeful for a mission. He then looked out from under tbe covered area where the cots lay and reached out a hand , still raining. @High_Adept_Zeth The trooper stood and saluted the commissarr before plonking himself back on his cot and reading through tbe primer chewing on his dog tags again @Keidivh The trooper winced at the harsh scream from the markswoman "for a sniper you're really loud" he said as he looked down at the soaked camo cloak "i prefer the rain you know ? Keeps the jungle creatures at bay and in their holes , also keeps the bugs off us,but itd be nice if it wasnt so heavy" he said before reading through his primer again
A shadow within deeper shadows of this dark raining world, Luther was in the darkest part of the encampment. He was aiming off into the darkness from under an impromptu lean to. He was testing his ability to track and sight his weapon under the darkest conditions. And seeing how his eyes adjust to varying levels of light. He was wearing his wet and cold weather gear but he had it taped down and modified to make the least amount of sounds possible. He made sure his profile was broken up and not a single piece of equipment was remotely reflective. He was trying to be the ultimate shadow.
Looking up from where he had been sitting on his cot doing maintenance on his las-pistol Marneus was quick to look over at the vox unit after hearing it go off. Hearing that they would likely be getting a mission soon he holstered his pistol and got up from his cot before looking around the room for his partner. Spotting her talking with a few of the other troopers he shouted over to her,"Hey Anya get over here we need to do a check on gun before we need to move out." Seeing her nod in agreement he walked over to where the autocannon had been stored and started looking it over with Anya joining him soon after.
@bossaroo Irmina smirked slightly at her squad mates remark. She was known for being fairly boisterous and outspoken, which was odd for a marksman (and even more odd was that she avoided the firing line). "Trust me Vale, if I'm ever hunting you you won't hear a thing." She lifted her face up from her cot a moment giving him a innocent grim before plopping back on the bunk. "And you're out of your fracking mind if you like this downpour of shite. Bloody unnatural..."
Condile Robert was sitting on his cot sharpening his favored cutlass with a smooth stone he had found earlier. While he made regular strokes with the stone on the sharpened metal he recited a redemtionist chant in a low hushed voice as to not disturb the rhythm of the rain or to annoy the rest of the squad. He did this purely out of boredom since he wasn't obligated to preform any patrols and the field hospitals were doing fine on personnel so he sat there in the tent sharpening his favorite weapon. Back on Necromunda he would have been kept busy by the constant stream of wounded coming in from the constant warfare waged by the redemption against the faithless mutants and heretical cults of the underhive but here the battle was done for now and he found no use for his more delicate tools so he maintained the rather large curved blade. It was then the commissar came into the room and he stood up respectfully and gave gave the appropriate salute before sitting back down and began his chant again and continued sharpening. He was eager to get back to doing the Emperor's work but he also valued what little silence he had in between the bloodshed which was interrupted by one of the squad's sharpshooters. Whoes sudden scream caused his rhythm to stir in when the sudden burst of sound made him flinch. He grumbled and glared at the woman who was talking to one of the troopers. "Personally I enjoy the rhythm of the rain and if you scream like that again the next time I operate on you I might forget the anesthetic. For as my brothers in the red redemption once said if it doesn't hurt if doesn't count and I can make it hurt quite a bit." He said pointing his blade at the woman from across the tent. His face said mild annoyance but his threat was very real and he went back to the monotonous task of sharpening his blade to the rhythm of the rain. Spoiler The chant because why not. View: https://youtu.be/M0d4qM7gCH8
@TuskatheDaemonKilla An annoyed sigh escaped her lips as Irmina shifted around, trying to get comfortable. While she was somewhat disturbed by their medics threat, it didn't show. Instead she responded in an uninterested and icy tone, "Cute Rob, but I'd be careful making such nasty comments. Never know when my crosshairs accidentally might wander over your kneecap." Was it a good idea threatening the guy who was responsible for maintaining her well being? Probably not, but that she generally didn't let that stop her. Seeing as how she likely wouldn't get any shut eye anytime soon she popped up from her cot, stretching slightly before making her way to the Tarot game, pulling out her own deck before joining them. "So what's command want from us? Been to long since I shot something that could fight back. Trigger finger's getting itchy here." She prepared to play her hand as she hoped they got some good news. Like leaving. That would be nice.
Sargeant Brant had been outside the tent when the vox came soaking up the miserable weather but eager to get some of the fresh night air while he could, he was reflecting bitterly on how he ended up on this world in this appalling rain while he was drinking from his trusty canteen. leaving the lid of the canteen off so as to collect the rainwater as it fell he heard the summons of his squad back in the tent, the timing was unexpected and the Sargeant cursed his misfortune as he had been caught off guard by the incoming orders. fastening the canteen back on his belt he walked briskly back into the tent leaving a trail of rainwater as he went, he walked to where the vox equipment was stationed. not caring for his currently sodden condition he received the call placing his wet hands on the receiver and responding to the Colonel's repeating request, his face was serious stating the necessary sit rep to the senior officer. 'This is Sergeant Brant, Cordile first of thousands, squad status condition green, ready to receive orders.' Anthony eyed the Commissar @High_Adept_Zeth nearby as he talked into the receiver picking the device up from the table as he waited for a response. It was unfortunate that of all the squads that a regimental commissar could be assigned to it would be his, though he had no disdain for the distinguished members of the Officio Prefectus he did not need their brand of discipline among his men, not while he (Brant) was still alive anyway.
