Entering the large chamber, behind his Captain whom was in turn following, was stood the slightly larger than normal Assault Sergeant, Gillian. Newly promoted to his rank, Gillian was still becoming familar with the ins and outs of what it meant, outside of battle, to hold this position. However, the sight of all the Imperium's Regiments within the chamber distracted his train of thought. In some aspects, it brought great joy and pride to Gillian to see the children of the Emperor gathered. At the same time though, it did bring great sadness to mind, as Gillian knew full well the kind of duty a guardsmen was destined to serve. Reguardless, he looked around, nodding to some and watching others, as he listened to the General's little speech about R and R. Rest and relaxtion, this was something Gillian had known little of. He knew though that his body and mind were much different from that of a guardsmen and never held it against them, for he knew they needed it.

Once the General had finished with his talk, and motioned for them to follow, he moved in the order from which they entered the room. Gillian's mind had had its moment of rest, and the time for duty to consume it once more had come.

Jarrick like many of his Cadian brethren stood at attention as the General gave his words them all, The thought of having to leave his gear behind left a knot in the cadians chest especially since he had his most of the time on Cadia.

The sight of the space marines took that away but also put a sense of curiosity and a bit of fear in the cadian, Jarrick had only ever heard of storys of the emporers chosen warriors, The angels of death they called them coming into the worst of battles and fighting along side with a fury no human could ever match to. Even on Cadia where they had some times come to aid the Cadians in the defense of Cadia agaisnt the black crusades of Chaos, He had never seen one in person, Why in the emperors name where they here? Were they resting along with the rest of the soldiers here or were they needed for something else maybe the next campagin? Jarrick wondered to himself if they needed rest.


After the speech he and the other Cadians began handing in there guns as Jarrick handed his lasgun, his las pistol, his combat knife, his grenades and rebreather, and His Oranate shotgun, "Keep this safe, Got it recently from a pretty nasty battle hope to get it back after this." Before Jarrick left the Quart master looked up to him. "Medkit and tools as well medic." He said Jarrick sighed as he took out his medkit and bag of tools handing them over to the quarter master before getting his keys. Hate it when I don't have my tools. Jarrick thought to himself as he went off the the Chimera he was assigned. And I am not with my normal squad great...... Jarrick thought to himself as he boarded the Chimera with a straight face. "I can already tell this likely won't be the best of a time." Jarrick said.

With R&R finally being given to her, Saven Heltharan gladly handed in her weapons, Flak and all of that to the Quartermaster, even if she noted the Ogyen being assisted by someone else which was handy. Even if she had to be patted down to make sure that she really wasn't 'keeping' anything and 'neglected' to give to the Quartermaster. Naturally, that left her not exactly pure human nature on display to everyone (the pointy ears were the dead give away, alongside being surprisingly thin for someone who is part of the Guard) but at this point she really couldn't care less about that when she could finally take a break form it all!

As she headed over to Chimera that should be taking her to the hotel where she'd be spending her time, Saven saw a person that reeked of Commissar sitting next to someone who had evidently taken their fair share of wounds in war. Naturally, she wanted to avoid being tongue lashed by those who were ignorant, spiteful or resembling the many other words she had used to describe those who tended to not look at her beyond her physical abnormality.
So she took her seat pointedly away from everyone else, and tried her best to look like she was just another passenger, that wasn't worth picking on.

Skudd looked toward the nice lady from before and the other small human that wasn't as nice as she was. "Duhhh...dohkay...." Skudd muttered as he wandered over to where they were walking. But once he saw the small metal box the others were entering he paused. Ogryn were infamously known for being claustraphobic, and Skudd was no exception. In fact his claustrophobia was near handicapping levels of fear inducement. He would headbutt an Ork to death, tear out a Tau from their battle suit, and even punch a Tyranid in the face when given the order. But entering cramped and enclosed spaces like that of a transport was what gave him pause.

He stood near the on ramp of the Chimera, and just looked at the entryway, getting really nervous as he did so. "Does uhhh does Skudd have too?" he asked, his voice sounding a little weak as he spoke up. His eyes were wide as he continued staring at the entrance, standing stark still as he did so.

Not far off from the tangled mess of Guardsmen making for the transports, a Valkyrie makes landfall. From the side doors emerges a group of men clad not in armor but civilian attire. To call any of these new arrivals ordinary or average wouldn't be the truth. Each is a prime specimen physically and they all carry their own striking features. The Tempestor of the group, a man in his early forties with a head of greying hair, ensures his squad is safely away from the Valkyrie before speaking.

" Right, Listen up! " He says in a raised tone before stopping. The Valkyrie would take off at this point and only when it was gone would the Tempestor speak again.

" We've got some leave, men. Your passes will tell you what transport to board along with when and where you'll report when this is done. Radek, your in charge of the gear. Get it to the armory and grab one of the later transports. "

Being the youngest and greenest member of the squad, Radek was used to these sorts of assignments. A 'yes sir' and a salute let his obedience be known.

" Relax, have fun, and by the throne, don't burn anything down" The Scions saluted their Tempestor and he dismissed them. While they all left, The Tempestor remained to help Radek.

One of the scions casually made his way toward Chimera 86. He was dressed in civilian attire that consisted of a dark blue short sleeve shirt, beige set of trousers, a belt, and some shoes to finish it off. The man himself wasn't nearly as generic as his clothing. Standing over 6 feet in height, his physique alone sets him apart from many of those present. Being a Tempestus Scion or Stormtrooper, the man is the peak of human conditioning. As a result, the fabric of his shirt is finds itself somewhat strained. In addition to his physique, he sports a head of black hair that is currently slicked back, a pair of blue eyes, and a strong, defined jawline. Finishing off his appearance is a series of scars situated upon his face. The most notable of said scars are the ones going across his neck and the burn scarring on the right side of his forehead.

He approaches the Chimera though instead of entering right away, he approaches the Commissar. A grin works it's way upon the scions face as he hears the Commissar speak his name to a fellow passenger.

" Torgard! You son of a b****! " The scion said as he went to shake hands with the Commissar.

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Albert just barely held back the urge to groan in annoyance at the Ogryn. He already knew it would be a nightmare getting in the Chimera with Skudd bunged in there, crippling claustrophobia was the last thing he needed.

"Yes, Skudd, you do have to one there..." Albert paused for a moment as an idea made its way into his mind, "... but look! It has a hatch for you to poke out of as it drives along!" He exclaimed, stepping into the Chimera and pushing the hatches above open. "There, that'll be much better now, won't it?" Albert grinned at Skudd and wondered how he'd been foolish enough not to have thought of this immediately. It would (hopefully) alleviate the Space problems somewhat and besides, it was so obvious all along to just open the top hatch!

Torgard, as he spoke with the Fire Drake, would notice the arrival of several other operatives and soldiers, paying them a small mental acknowledgement. The cadians, one bearing the insignia of sergeant, the other, a somewhat dour outlook, would be a welcomed sight, despite the negativity spouting from the man. He'd seen their people fight, time and again, and knew that the world of Cadia bred some of the finest shocktroopers in the Imperium as a whole. He also noted an Ogryn, lumbering it's way over towards the Chimera, already debating if duty required him to guide the loyal soldier onto the transport, the Commissar more than familiar with the discomfort they felt with enclosed spaces. Yet, the words of the Valhallan guiding the Ogryn, Skudd it seemed, would mean he was not needed at this time. If the situation escalated, then he might get involved, but for now, he'd continue his survey. There was another that drew his attention anyway, the pale being who strode into the transport and immediately isolated herself from the remainder of the guardsmen. Despite himself, on some level, this woman appeared off, her skin a tad too pale, her visage a bit too refined, it was like an itch in the back of his mind, his gaze narrowing behind his mask.

However, he would be taken from his silent study, and from his conversation, with the arrival of the latest soldier, which caused his eyes to widen in surprise. A grin would spread behind the mask of his rebreather, as at once, he abandoned the rigid, proper stance of the officer, as he turned fully, sauntering towards the approaching Tempestus Scion. It had been too long since he'd last seen this face, almost a life time ago, and now, he was all to happy to be reunited with his old comrade. Though his face was hidden beneath his rebreather, it would be clear that as Torgard strode towards the man, who dwarfed even his own height, he was clearly smiling.

Seeing the incoming shake, he'd bring up his own arm, clasping the hand of the big man in his grip, a palpable sound of impact emitted. Like a lock of cast iron, he felt the grip of both himself and the stormtrooper tighter, hands held up between the both. He saw the gaze of the man before him harden by a fraction, as the strain on his muscles began, Torgard flexing his biceps to wrestle in the grip of this peak specimen of a soldier before him. Silence went between the two, not a word spoken, yet the air alive with the friendly tension of brothers in arms reunited, testing one another once more. Torgard had always prided himself on his physical training, pushing himself to the intense standards that he'd once known during his own time serving among the Tempestus Scions. Though life had other plans for the Commissar, he'd never stopped looking to maintain the strength and stamina he'd cultivate serving in the initial phases of this illustrious cadre of soldiers. Beneath the sleeve of his long coat, an observer would see the fabric containing his arm straining from the sheer mass of muscle being worked beneath it, Commissar Torgard putting his entire effort into looking to win in this brief contest of strength.

And despite all this, he'd feel no give in the grip of big man before him, as if his arms were reinforced with ceremite.

Just like old times.

Moloc passed through the small crowd standing around, giving them all a sharp look over before clambering into the transport and planting himself firmly on one of the seats, looking around at his adjacent passengers. He was a little embarrassed about the white stripe on his helmet around all of these true soldiers; some of whom were most likely exceptional in their field, although he found to his surprise that he was relieved now more than anything of the ogryns presence as he knew that "Skudd" or whatever name was mentioned wouldn't tease him about it... and if he did then sod it atleast it couldn't get worse than that.

Claus had been marching with his regiment, his feet was sore so was everyone else's. But truth be told he was just glad the marching was over, the cheering crowd had unnerved him, in Krieg they didn't taught you to be a hero, they taught you to be a soldier, a killer, not some knight in shining armor. He hated this planet, he hated it's people, the rich casinos, the beautiful hotels, the serene gardens, he hated it. It was so much different to Krieg, the other battlefield torn planet, he felt like an alien here...so did his other squadmates. They walked in still silence towards the military base, the other people cheered for the other regiments, but not them, the people fear them. Claus formed up along with his other squadmates as the governor gave his speech, forming a straight line in unison. Claus gave up his weapon to his Quartermaster in silence, tho he did feel unsafe about it, that lasgun kept him safe from anything that wanted to gut his bowels out. Claus sighed and made his way to his designated chimera.

A grin was all that was plastered upon the newcomers face. Despite the burning sensation in his arm and the fact he might be holding the group up, he still had a grin. Leave could wait.


The two gripped hands in a contest of strength that, while short, was still visibly imposing. The commissar was still strong but had appeared to have lost some of his strength. A fake frown manifested upon the newcomers face, his efforts not diminishing in the slightest.

" Whats the matter? Command got you pushing too many pencils? "

The comment was in made in jest and at this point, the contest is swinging in favor of the newcomer. The hands are still locked though the commissars was losing ground slowly but surely. Throughout the entirety of the contest, the newcomer displayed a familiarity with the commissar that none present could share. The two of them were friends and had been through some of the worst the universe had to throw at them. Mendus VII, a backwater world found to be rich in adamantium, was one of the worlds they had fought on. Though the nature of that fight came to become classified, the memories and blood they shed was something neither could bring themselves to forget.

The fake frown soon faded into a somewhat intense stare that demanded surrender.