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Location: Training camp 14-B2; Thranos
Date : 6 850 821.M41
Regiment status: Training complete


Introduction

It’s been almost six months since you were drafted, willingly or not, into the the 19th Thranosian Guard Division. Since then Training Camp 14-B2 has become your new home. It’s pre-fab barracks housing you and the rest of your newly created regiment. Your days have been filled with endless firing drills and training exercises, aimed at making you part of an effective reconnaissance force.

Forming a cohesive regiment out of the new recruits has not been an easy task. Most of the Dredges amongst you had previously never held a gun in their hands, let alone fired one. While the Hunters were already experienced in the usage of the regiment’s weapons and vehicles, they were not used to being ordered around. They had always been fiercely independent, working alone in the Swamps without any central command structure.

On top of that the animosity that existed between the two social groups in Thranosian society continued to be an issue amongst your ranks. Fights between the two sides happened almost weekly, often heavily injuring the participants. Every time the offenders were heavily punished and yet some time later a new brawl would erupt. To counter this, the officers decided to mix up the training squads. Dredges would train, eat and sleep next to their Hunter counterparts. After a couple of months, this method has seemed to reduce the amount of open hostility amongst the guardsmen.

The intense training regime has also paid off. Those of you who were not yet familiar with a standard issue lascarbine can now strip down and re-assemble one in less than thirty seconds. You’ve learnt how to effectively communicate and coordinate with the other elements of the regiment. You also know how to spot, identify and call in enemy threats, while staying hidden yourself.

This morning, every guardsman of the Nineteenth has received their assignment listing. You are to be part of Eclipse Squad, Second Platoon, Third Company. You will serve under lieutenant Cassius Levitus. You are to report to the assembling grounds immediately and form up with the rest of your squad.

Time to introduce your characters.
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Joannis had been lying awake for quite a while - in fact he'd barely slept at all - when the instruction officer's voice resounded through the dormitory.

"Out of bed slackers! Time to show what you're made of! You're shippin' out today!"

Joannis grimaced, and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Just in time he remembered he was in the top half of a bunk bed and let himself slide to the floor, nimble as a cat.
In the lower bed, his companion (friend now?) Gork was still snoring like a buzzsaw cutting down swamproots. Gork was big. A face like a rock, arms and legs like tree trunks and a gut to match it all. Joannis stomped agains Gork's arm a few times.

"Get up, you big lunk. It's time to pay our dues. GET! UP!"

The 'creature' on the bed - an Abhuman, designated 'Ogryn' - opened its eyes and mumbled.

"Ooooooooooow. Whu..? Whut? Jo... An.. Is.. Why make wake up Gork? Gork dreamin' well. Gork want sleep."

"Yes, and Jo-An-Is want go back to old life. But no can. And Gork no can sleep no more."

Joannis used easy words and short sentences, so the Ogryn would understand - at least partially - what he meant. He'd had five years of experience working with these dim-witted Abhumans as a 'wrangler'.

It was all part of Projectum Efficatus. An experiment in which the Abhuman Ogryn mutants - who lived in peaceful, yet fiercely territorial tribes in Thranos' swamplands - were used to combat the more dangerous kinds of mutants on the planet's surface.
The Ogryn were organised in groups of six to ten creatures, led by two human wranglers. The wranglers, part of the Hunter class of society, led the creatures into battle with simple orders. The project was quite effective - and the Ogryn expendable.

Joannis had been quite content working as a wrangler, but about half a year ago things had went sour...

Best not to linger on that. He thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Gork had bumped his head through the bottom of the top bunk, but had managed to rise. Joannis instructed him to put on their assigned armor and other gear and then Gork followed him to the assembly grounds, like an oversized lap dog.
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Aemilius sat in the darkness of the barracks, on the lower bunk all the way in the corner, his broad back leant into the pillow he'd propped up against the wall. He'd been the first to claim a spot in the room, while all the others were still excited and had made sure it was furthest from the door. The fact he could use the wall as a backrest was only an added bonus. The sounds from outside were telling him the camp was waking up, shouting, the movement of men...He'd woken up himself about ten minutes ago, his body telling him it was time to get up, time to get to work. To return to a station that doubtlessly had been passed along to some young pup who wasn't taking good care of his crawler. He found he missed her the most...

Tshick...Tshick...Tschick...

For a moment, the darkest corner of the barracks flared to light as the tinder in Aemilius' lighter finally sparked the gas to life. The flame doused quickly, after the Lho-stick caught fire, turning into a single dot of red as the former trucker took a deep drag of it. Across from him, he heard one of the others stir lightly in his sleep. Nervous...They knew something was going to happen. Miles let the smoke drift from his mouth as he listened to the noise of the waking camp. There was something frantic about it, a kind of energy that had broken through the monotomy of activity from before. There had been rumours for over a week now, whispers that they'd be shipping out soon. Some of the pups had been eager for that, to get out of this camp in the arse-end of nowhere and actually go do something. Six months, six bleeding months had they spent on the edge of nothing, just mindlessly going through the motions. Marching, weapon-drills, close combat practice...Until they could do it in their sleep. The young men were eager for action, for anything except sitting around, chaffing at the bit...Miles knew as bad as training had been, compared to his cushy job at the wheel of a hundred-tonne vehicle, it was going to get worse before it got better, if it ever would...He'd curse again if he wouldn't have thought he'd end up repeating himself for the thousandth time these six months...

The banging of the door distracted him from his pessimistic reveries, as the cap of an officer was followed in by the man beneath it. Miles sat up a little straighter as the lights switched on, though all that happened was that the man began bellowing the men out of bed. ”RISE AND SHINE, LADIES! The officer shouted, walking into the barracks, his boots leaving dirty prints on the wooden planks, prodding the men nearest to the door with his baton to wake them. ”UP...and AT THEM! COME ON! MOVE IT!”

Groans of protest and grumbles of discontent followed in the silence after the shouted command, as men moved slowly from slumber. Miles got out of bed and grabbed his trousers, stepping into them, and moving the suspenders over his shoulders. Above him, Rufus was trying his very best to ignore the bellowing sergeant that had moved to the middle of the room. Aemilius gave his comrade a smack on the back of the head. ”Up.” The officer started shouting names, in pairs, adding each to a squad and an officer. The younger man grumbled, but rose completely then, getting out of the bed as Miles was lacing up his boots. ”Any idea what's going on?” Miles didn't answer until he heard his own name dropped, tilting his head into the direction of the shouting bulldog. ”Eclipse squad, second platoon, third company...Time to meet our colleagues.”

Aemilius followed the rest of the barrack to the assembly ground, settling his army cap on his head and pulling it low to shield his eyes from the watery morning sun, his broad hands finding their way into his pockets to protect them from the chill. So, today they'd finally become real guardsmen? He took a last drag from his lho-stick and tossed it to the ground, where he trod it into the grey muck. Didn't look much different from yesterday. Behind him Rufus was rushing to slide fully into his armour, his lascarbine clattering awkwardly to the back. Aemilius was glad at least he'd been assigned along the younger man. Rufus was another crawler-boy, so at least he knew which way was the right one, even if he didn't always show it. They walked with the stream of other guardsmen, Rufus curious to see who he'd be assigned with, Miles just seemed resigned. The pair converged on the spot where E-squad should be gathering.
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Stubbs slowly came awake from the deep trance he'd been in. His mouth drier than the Tallarn desert and with a headache that felt like a couple of Chimeras was racing inside it, nevertheless he immediately realised that he was in trouble.

"I said GET UP, you son of a motherless ogryn!".
The red and apparently very angry face of his training sergeant came into focus as Stubbs sat up in the bed.
*THOCK* "Ouch, couldn't they have made these bunks jus a tad bit larger. What's up Sarge?"

"THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I'M IN HERE ORDERING YOU TO GET UP." The sergeant's face was now the coming closer to a purple tone.
"If it was up to me you'd have been thrown out for insubordination and contraband trading months ago. But it would apparently be bad for the regiment morale if some Dredge scum was kicked out even before you'd gotten to your first posting."

Stubbs rubbed the back of his head where he'd hit the top of the bunk before and looked sharply at his sergeant when he felled the derogatory remark. Getting his impressive frame up from his bunk he looked down at the sergeant with a furious expression.

"Yes private, you have anything to say to me?" the sergeant said with knowing smirk.

Stubbs briefly considered beating the annoying hunter-boy to a pulp, but then remembered the activities last night. He'd finally scored big, selling a whole crate of proscribed Thranosian fire bug essence (well, it was a lot easier to sell essence than droppings after all). Even after splurging last night, treating his squadmates to a real night out, there would still be enough hard cash in his stash to setup a nice racket once the regiment got to its first posting.

Stepping back with neutral expression Stubbs saluted the sergeant,
"No sir!"

With a somewhat disappointed shrug the sergeant turned around to leave the room. Just before leaving he spoke over his shoulder,
"You have twenty minutes to get your gear into order, you've gotten your squad assignment, and will ship out today. You're no longer my problem, report to Eclipse squad in the assembly area in 30 minutes."

As the training sergeant left the room Stubbs felt a cold shiver running down his spine. Thirty fragging minutes to go, there was just no way he would be able to make it to his stash and back in time.

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Horacius was already awake when the drill lieutenant came, screaming Wake up, you lazy greenskins! You have one hour to get your chugs to fething hell! Horacius blinked, not comprehending.

After some hesitation, he spoke up. Pardon, Sir, but I'm afraid I don't understand. The dormitory burst into laughter. The lieutenant approached Horacius, grinning. Sergeant, if you don't know what a "chug" is, turn around and I shall kick it. As to hell, where are you from?

Horacius widened his eyes. I-I kno-ow wh-what a ch-ch-ch-ch-chug is, S-s-sir. I-I-I'm from Thranos City, Sir. But, wh-where t-t-t-o, Sir?

Well, being from Thranos City the lieutenant spits, It'll be your first experience with anything remotely hellish. Remember to bring a diaper he laughs. You're going to shoot stuff for real now. Going to explore the world. Is that clear enough, Sergeant?

Y-y-yes, Sir. Horacius says, looking at his highly-polished boots. He doesn't see the lieutenant smile, and leave. His comrades continue to look at him, some sniggling, and Horacius packs as quickly as he can, and then quickly leaves, heading to the munitorum guys, to requisition a pair of diapers Should I make a logistics check for this?
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Like most of the nights for the last six months, Jace had slept well and was already starting to wake up when the drill lt. came in shouting. Jace sat up and and slid down from the top bunk, passing Zoticus, his childhood friend, on the way down. He stood at attention when the drill-lt. walked past him shouting, glancing at Jace while passing but not stopping to say anything specific. Jace guessed the reason being he was among the first to get up. Zoticus hurried after and lined in next to him. The drill-lt. had already walked past but maybe it was their bunks locating closest to the door and them having been quite enthusiastic throughout the basic training that spared them from this morning's verbal abuse.

Hell, why not? Jace and Zoticus had been Hunters, they knew this shit and they lived for it. Being drafted into the Guardsmen was really a step up, and would open more career opportunities than staying in the backwater world. Zoticus shared his views.

And they understood well that most didn't. Some were drafted against their will, and especially Dredges (OOC: They were the factory-workers, right) who lead a safe and secure life in the refineries - they would probably shit in their pants when they got to action and would face someone who was out to rip their heart out for real. Jace acknowledged the need for them as well but as it was the Hunters who kept them safe, they'd deserve helluva lot more respect from them.

But avoiding being labeled as crazy thrill-seekers or dudley-do-rights, they tried to look like they didn't enjoy this shit too much.

Zoticus' name was shouted soon after Jace's was, and they both walked to their lockers and started to gear up.

"Eclipse Squad, Dawg. We're shippin' out."
Jace stated as he slid into his BDU-trousers.

Zoticus nodded and continued to gear up. "That we are." He seemed to be more in his thoughts than usual. Well, maybe he was just nervous afterall.
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Maticus Regulus is smarter than his fellow grunts. He knows to keep his head low and to do what they tell ya. Maticus finds it amusing when his fellow new Guardsmen learn the consequences of disobedience or ignorance. The Guardsman from his home locale, Tevilus Gamoral, is learning quickly under Maticus' tutelage, Tevilus being more straight and narrow and eager to please.

While Tevilus rises to attention immediately, Maticus looks to see where the sergeant's gaze is and rises at his own pace. They brought him in to be their main medic, with Tevilus training underneath him. Maticus did much rudimentary healing on the streets and back alleys before being taken into the Guardsmen ranks. He is much more proficient now with the proper equipment.
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The assembly grounds at the training facility were buzzing with activity. Guardsmen running this way and that way to find their new squad. Vehicles came roaring by. Men were loading crates into transports,...

Gork was looking at it all open-mouthed, he seemed very impressed.

"Is all the tiny yoomans commin' wiv' Gork an' Jo-An-Is? Is we gunna fight?"

Joannis smiled and nodded.

"Yes. But first we wait for the serge... Boss Man. He tell Jo-An-Is what do. Jo-An-Is then tell Gork what do. Gork understand?"

The big Abhuman nodded and both waited at the designated point for their squadmates-to-be to arrive.
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When most people saw a military unit, all they saw was an armed mob, and partially, this was true. A man never loses his mob mentality, it was what made men such great soldiers. What allowed the Imperial Guard to actually attain their succeses, their victories. But a regiment wasn't just a mob. It had a kind of organization, a kind of order within the chaos. It was because they'd all been broken the same way, broken and rebuilt from the ground up, with one purpose, to wage war in the same way.

Miles wound his way through the running troops, his broad bulk and frown causing most to give way, though he wasn't hurried enough to really work for it. Behind him, Rufus had finally managed to put the flak vest on and was now firmly working to catch up with his comrade. Miles didn't slow, he wasn't really in a waiting mood. He wanted to get this over with, to see he'd be forced to trust his skin to. In the distance, he saw two people were already gathered on the spot of their squad, one tall man and one really short one...It was only when Miles drew close he noticed it was an abhuman, one of the big'uns...He stopped and jabbed Rufus in the ribs, the younger man coming to an abrupt halt with Miles' elbow thumping off his vest. "Watch your mouth around that one, got it? I'm not tangling with one of the big'uns because you insulted it..."

Before the younger man could say, or very well recover from his impromptu encounter with an elbow, Miles walked up to the pair. This close, it was clear that the big guy was listening to short stuff, Miles extended a hand, first to the human. "Name's Miles. I take it you two will be my squadmates?" He gave the hand of the man he'd soon learn to know as Joannis a solid grip, then offered it to the Abhuman. "A pleasure, big guy. This here's Rufus. Let's see who else joins us..."

Or what else...Rufus had a friendly smile for the pair, where all that Miles had was a frown that seemed etched on his broad face. His comrade offered his hand in turn, though visibly a bit wary of the Ogryn. First time he'd ever seen one up close...And close was too close for comfort.
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Joannis gave the bulky man and his companion a curt, polite nod and shook their hands.

"The name's Joannis, the big one here's Gork, son of Borka of the Black Snake clan."

He grinned.

"Going by this informal introduction, I'm guessing neither of you is the CO for this squad. Any idea who is? I heard someone... GORK! Don't squeeze hand! Just shake."

Gork had almost overenthusiastically grabbed and shaken Miles' hand - and 'overenthusiastically shaking' means 'possibly ripping the arm from the shoulder' in the case of an Ogryn. Instead the big brute looked ashamed now and shook both men's hands as if they were made out of glass.

"You go fight enemies of Em-puh-ror wiv' Gork?"
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While Miles had been about to answer the man, Joannis, he suddenly felt almost lifted off his feet as the Ogryn decided that the way to shake a hand was to shake the entire person it belonged to. It threw Miles off balance, literally, a feeling the sturdy driver definitely wasn't used to. Joannis was quick to correct his overenthusiastic friend, so all Miles did was scoop up his fallen hat and shrug, rubbing the muck of the piece of headgear.

"Nah, we're probably in the same boat as you two, footsloggers for his Majesty on Earth." There was no disrespect in Miles' tone for a moment. The old trucker had disrespect and disgust for a lot of things in life, but his immortal emperor wasn't one of them. He looked over to the big guy. "No harm no foul, big guy. Just be a bit careful, alright? Ain't as strong as you are."

He settled his cap back on when the Ogryn asked him if he'd fight the foes of the Imperium with him, Miles nodded. "Yes Gork, together, we shall fight. It is what the Emperor wills."

Rufus seemed to be getting over his fear of the Ogryn, mostly because it was so...Genuine. No artistry, no subtility. Just action. It was somehow endearing to the younger man. "So, what brings you and the Ogryn together? Seems like an odd companion."
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A sadness fell over Joannis, and for a moment his thoughts seemed to have wandered off.

"Hmmm. I used to be a Wrangler. One of the Hunters who leads these Abhumans into the swamps as small combat units, to get rid of the bad kinds of mutants down there. Gork was one of eight Ogryn led by me and... Well, if you don't mind...
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I'd rather not talk about it too much. Let's just say one thing led to another and the two of us ended up here."


Nervously, Joannis grabbed in his pocket, looking for his pack of lho-sticks and lighter. He found them but the slight trembling of his hands kept him from lighting it as quickly as he'd have liked.

"Jo-An-Is an' Mar-Cus was Gork Boss Men." The Ogryn said, smiling cheerfully. His smile quickly turned into a concerned frown. "But Mar-Cus dead when..."

Joannis kicked Gork's shin, gently but firmly and the Ogryn quickly held his tongue. A strange look of understanding lay in his eyes.

"Best not to talk of it. Let bygones be bygones."

"By-Gons, By-Gons." The Ogryn confirmed, with a serious tone.

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Zoticus was still strapping his Flak vest while Jace was already stuffing equipment into his backpack. Like always, he had to get creative to get them all to fit nicely. Zoticus was starting to fill his backpack.

"You packed them all?", he held the grooming kit in his hand.

"Yeah. The way I see it, if we're shippin' out we won't come back here." Jace replied with a grin.

After they had packed and geared up, they went to retrieve their rifles as hustled out the barracks to the chilly and still dark morning.

"The Eclipse Squad is that way I think..." Jace pointed and they changed direction while evading the other running troops. They began to see the spot of their squad and noticed they weren't the first ones. There were four people already waiting, one of which stood out due to his size.

They both slowed down to walk. Jace tried to see if any of these fellows had officer or NCO stripes. When he didn't find any, he eased off a bit.

"Eclipse squad?" He asked all of them collectively. "I'm Jace, and he's Zoticus."Jace pointed a thumb at Zoticus.

"Hey." Zoticus nodded.

They were both rather young, Jace had a closely cropped dark hair with brown eyes while Zoticus had blonde, slightly longer hair, and blue eyes. They both were fit, having an athletic build but not being too big in size. Both were in full combat gear and carrying backpacks.
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Miles noticed the change in tone that the conversation suddenly took, the kind of distance that shone on the eyes and face of Joannis. Looked like Rufus had stuck his tongue out too far again, with his questions. The trucker shot his mate a look as the latter moved quickly to appologize. He didn't mean to offend or anything, he just tended to be a bit too prying sometimes..."Yeah, that's fine. I'm sorry, didn't mean to bring up bad memories."They listened as the Ogryn proceeded to spill some more beans, unintended of course, but it was clear that the guy weren't too bright. Honest though, Miles already liked him. It was nice that the saying about not blaming stuff on malice when it could be blamed on stupidity would at least fly for this one.

As Joannis seemed to be struggling with finding his lighter, Miles decided to defuse the situation a little, pulling out his own faster than the other man probably expected, flicking the top off and offering him a flame. "Well, for what it's worth, I'm glad we at least have someone experienced with actual combat in the squad..."He said honestly. Miles had seen some fighting happen sometimes, when the patrols that often rolled with his crawler had run into something, but never got stuck in himself. "Most of us were Non-coms till a few months ago..." He pulled out a lho-stick himself and lit it.

The conversation fell quiet as two other men joined them, younger men, about Rufus' age. "Yeah, we're Eclipse. This here's Rufus, the big guy over there is Gork and this is his wrangler, Joannis. I'm Miles." He took a deep drag of his cigarette and turned to face the men, looking them over for a moment.
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Joannis was thankful for Miles' gesture, and inhaling the smoke of his freshly lit lho-stick calmed his nerves somewhat. He didn't notice the new arrivals untill Gork pointed them out to him by tapping on his shoulder - which almost sent his lho-stick flying.

"Look, Jo-An-Is. More Em-puh-rur fighty men!"

"Yes, Gork. Jo-An-Is see. You Em-puh-rur fighty man too now."

That seemed to fill Gork with some pride.

Realizinge that Miles was greeting the newcomers, Joannis quickly approached them too. He noticed he still held the pack of lho-sticks and held it out to the two men.

"Is either of you lads a lhoker, perhaps? If so, feel free to take one. Miles here has a lighter."

After inhaling the sweet lho-smoke once more, he asked:

"You guys seen our CO? Methinks it doesn't bode well when half the squad's present before their officer is... By the way? What function were you guys trained for? I'm guessing Miles here is a driver - the cap gives him away - but I can't put my finger on your talents."
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Logistics roll for diapers 1d100 = (48) = 48 vs automatic actually, assuming that diapers are abundant. But maybe they're scarce. Assuming scarce, that's a -00 for availability -10 for time on front, I don't know how long the front's been active, and I don't know how the war is going.

Horacius, as a sergeant, goes to the front of the munitorum line, and boldy proclaims I request diapers!

Everyone looks at him strangely. One of the clerks mutters something about imbeciles and high ranks, and goes to the shelves.

A young man approaches Horacius. Seeing the many pairs of eyes glancing at him, he coldy asks What do you want?

Chill sarge. Then, in a softer whisper Juss wanted t'let ya know that if you don't want the others to know that your battlecannon is leaky...

Horacius infuriatedly yells I will have you know, Private, that I can piss just as fine as any man in this regiment! The young man looks nonplussed, and Horacius turns beet-red unfortunately, that's not a valid color again as he hears muted sniggles coming from onlookers.

Uh-huh. Sure. Look, the man says, as he looks around to make sure that no one is near, I have a couple of spare pairs in my bunk that I could lend to you. I'm Seximus, the sixthhe stresses that word son of a seventh son. I'm shipping off to Eclipse squad, 2nd plat, 3rd company. You?

Umm... Thank you. 3rd company, 2nd platoon, eclipse squad, you say? I think I might be your sergeant in the field of battle. Horacius says, as he starts following Seximus to his quarters to get him stuff.

Oh, fessnitch, Sargeant. That can't be good. Pardon the language. Seximus replies.

What? Come now, I'm glad to have you in my squad. Certainly more decent than most dredges or hunters I know. Horacius replies.

No Sir, you don't understand. Seximus replies. As they enter his dorm, vacant, Seximus whispers. I'm not actually a 6th son. I'm a 13th son. You know what that means, right? My condolences to the both of us.

Nonsense. Don't believe that foolish nonsense. I won't have it.

'Fraid it's true, Sarge.

To hell with the truth then, Seximus. It's my job to make sure you get out alive, and by Emperor, you will. I swear it.

Seximus shrugs. I doubt it'll do any good. But I s'pose it cant do bad either. Well, thanks anyways. Here's a diaper. he says as he opens a secret compartment to his bag and pulls one out.

Thanks. I appreciate it. Now let's head to the deployment zone.


And thus, with a gift of diapers, was the friendship sealed.

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Note: I'm reserving the colors firebrick and blue *glares at akhatosh*

Also, Laurens, can I get me some diapers, please? Potentially 1 for every squad-mate?
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Jace nodded, unslung his lasgun and slithered free of his backpack's shoulder straps, gently lowering the heavy pack. Zoticus stood near the big abhuman, a bit wary of it but tried not to let it show. His eyes darted from the Ogryn to Joannis offering lho-sticks. He gently put up his palm. "No thanks."

Jace, albeit not a really a lhoker, tended to partake in smoking one from time to time. He extended his hand, "Yeah, sure." and fished out one. "Thanks." He put it on his lips and turned to Miles for light.

"Nope, haven't seen him.", Zoticus answered Joannis about the CO while he was lowering his backpack on the ground. "But I'm not that surprised an officer isn't here waiting for us."

By now, Jace had gotten his lho-stick lit and puffed out the first smoke. "Zoticus here ain't that used to having that many bosses. Though me neither. But I half expected a Sarge to be here, or maybe he's just like the rest of us and just got to know who his CO is." He took another drag. This one he felt more than the first, and a soothing wawe washed over him. He was silent for a moment, exhaling the smoke.¨

"My first speciality is Infantry." Zoticus told Joannis, stepping in as his comrade fell silent smoking his lho-stick. "I'm just another grunt having my feet deep in the mud."

Jace thought that Zoticus' smalltalk came out maybe a tad too cynical, given that they just met these guys and they'd be the ones watching their sixes in the hot zones. And they'll be watching theirs. Wouldn't bode well if they thought the one watching their backs was a bored-with-his-life -kind of guy. Or maybe Jace himself was too strict. Afterall these guys were on the same line with them.

"I was trained as a Weapon Specialist. Felt like a right choice given my background." Jace said before taking another drag.






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Ten men, that was how many it took to make a squad. Ten men a squad, containing two fireteams of five men. That was what they'd told him in basic training. There were six of them now, meaning that half the squad was already present and accounted for. Miles felt a little cheered up, pleasantly surprised. He'd feared to have been signed up with utter idiots or gun-ho youngsters. Aside from the Ogryn, heck, even the Ogryn, seemed to be rather solid. Of course, you didn't know who'd be there once the lasbolts started flying, but it was a good start.

He held the flame out to Jace, then Rufus, who after a moment of hesitation had chosen to swipe one of the offered lho-sticks. For a moment, they just stood there, united as only Lhokers could. Miles even smiled as Joannis pointed out he was the driver. "Yeah, they made me a mechanic, so I guess that means I get to drive stuff..."He smiled a little wider."I wonder what I'll be getting...

That was the only upswing to this entire guard story...The chance to drive something powerful. There had been a sedate awe to a crawler, a kind of solidness that rivalled that of the rocks themselves...But a machine of war? That would be an experience. The pair introduced themselves as Weapon Specialists...So basically they'd focused on shooting stuff. Good...

But as the minutes ticked by, and the CO didn't show up, Miles' good mood started to disappear again. Knowing his luck, the fact he had competent squadmates meant that he was getting the short end of the stick when it came to leadership. He took a deep drag from his Lho, his frown settling back on his face. "Alright...Where is that Sergeant..."
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Stubbs finished packing his gear quickly and was getting ready to leave the room when he heard one of his roommates speak up,
"'oi Stubbs, looks like we're assigned to the same squad."

Turning around Stubbs saw that it was Ziel, the training platoon residential crazy, who had spoken to him.
"Oh, leg of hairy swampcrawler, just my bloody luck to get stuck with that knife-toting psycho", he thought to himself but then realised that beggars can't be choosers and replied,

"And a good thing too, let's keep an eye out for each other. Say, you want to earn a box of lho-sticks? Come with me and carry some stuff. Just need to be quick and stealthy, ok?"

Ziel looked a bit suspicious.
"You'd better not be getting me into trouble. If you do, good old Blinkie here will give you a new mouth placed approximately 4 inches below the one you have now", he replied with a nasty grin while flashing an incredibly well-sharpened combat knife.

Stubbs looked back at the wiry and hollow-eyed man, wondering whether to laugh or sigh at the theatrics. He settled for a shrug and they left the dorm together.

Some 15 minutes later both of them arrived at the assembly area, looking sweaty and (in the case of Stubbs) very much resigned.
Stubbs could be overheard muttering,
"Who would have known there would be a frakking commissar quartered there..."

He walked up to the rest of the squad and nodded at them,
"Eclipse squad, right? I'm Stubbs and that's Ziel over there. Don't mind his table manners, he does everything with his knife.", he said with a grin.

Seeing the ogryn, he paused for a moment. Long time since he saw one of those, it brought back some painful memories for sure. He'd been used to being the largest guy around for quite some time. On the other hand, it would probably be a good thing to not stand out as a guardsman.
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Jace smiled inwardly as he recalled what he had told Zoticus once about befriending the driver. It could get him better seats, and depending on the vehicle, maybe even riding shotgun in cold climates unless the serge claimed the spot.

"We'll be in Recon, so I'd guess something fast and agile." Jace offered when Miles was musing about the vehicle he'd get. "Out in the swamps we rode Salamanders." Jace looked like he was about to go on but Zoticus cut in and grinned. "Dawg, they're open-topped. You won't get to ride shotgun in a comfy cockpit." Jace grinned back and punched Zoticus in he arm jokingly. Then he straightened up, realizing they might look like kids signed out for an adventure across the galaxy and not exactly knowing what they were in for - which in essence, they actually were.

And despite Zoticus' newfound dislike for authority, Officers' shoes was what they had planned to stand in one day.

They both turned to watch at the newcomers who approached them from behind. "Yeah, we're Eclipse. I'm Jace, and he's...", he pointed a thumb at Zoticus but before he could continue Zoticus cut in. "..with stupid. I'm Zoticus." Zoticus offered his hand to Stubbs. Jace burst into laughter and just shook his head. [There he goes again... Way to go kiddo."], he thought.
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Stubbs shakes Zoticus' hand smiles at Jace. Taking a step back he takes out a cigar and lights it up. After taking a few drags the cigar ends up in the corner of his mouth and he says,
"Oh that's good, my last one for a while I suspect. Anyone know where we're going to be posted?"

Meanwhile Ziel is circling the others, seemingly fascinated with Gork. Standing behind the massive brute he starts making funny faces, trying to imitate the ogryn.

Stubbs frowns and subtly shakes his head at Ziel. What an idiot, doesn't he realise that Gork could crush his head like an egg with those fists.
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"Hur-hur. Jo-An-Nis. Look. Tiny man make funny faces. He look dumb."

The big Abhuman chuckles at Ziel's behaviour and pats the guardsman on the back, the force of which sends the man reeling into the dust. The Ogryn looks ashamed, and checks if its wrangler hasn't noticed anything.

"Uh-oh. Sorry funny man. Gork no mean to hurt."

Joannis is too occupied with the converstation to notice what his protégé is up to.

"I dunno, I was hoping the sergeant would be able to provide us with some kind of briefing. But we're recon, so I don't reckon we'll be at the thickest of the fighting."
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Jace held the lho-stick between his thumb and index finger while taking a drag, blowing out the smoke soon after the lho-stick parted from his lips. "But when make contact, we're on our own. Most of the time." Jace put the lho-stick back onto his lips and through halfway sealed lips uttered, "Pros and cons..."
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Whilst waiting on the four remaining members of your squad, you see lieutenant Cassius and his staff sergeant approaching you. He seems rather nonplussed at the small size of your squad.

“Casualties already? We haven’t even left Thanos yet!”

The lieutenant looks at his aide.

“Decimus, who’s missing?”
“The sergeant,the squads medic and two others are unaccounted for.”

Cassius’ tone turns grim for a moment.

“Tell your sergeant and medic that I’ll have them flogged in front of the whole platoon if they ever misses a roll call again. If I were a commissar they also would be stripped of their ranks and branded as deserters. Be glad I’m not.”
“In any case, Decimus here will inform you on your current mission.”

After clearing his throat, the staff sergeant commences the briefing.

“The colonel wants a parting gift to the conclaves of Vaeius and Castellum. The regiment is moving out in force and will be clearing out any encountered mutant nests along the Maximus road.”
“Our platoon in patrolling sector V12-B. You’ll be scouting grids C3 to C1. If you encounter any dens, contact platoon command and wait for reinforcements. We’re leaving in fifteen minutes. Your salamander is waiting for you at the motor pool, any extra gear will have to be requisitioned from those Munitorum misers.”

Meanwhile the lieutenant looks at you with a large grin on his face.

“Enjoy the stench lads, it’ll be the last time you get to smell it.”

Map will be up later today. If you want to acquire some extra gear, now is the time to make your logistics tests.
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As the Lt. and Staff Sergeant approached, Jace quickly took the last drag, dropped the stub next to his foot and stomped on it. As everyone started to fall in to formation Jace took his place as trained. Standing at attention next to Zoticus, he grinned to his buddy as the Staff Sergeant gave them a mission of taking out mutants. Zoticus grinned back. So they'd be doing the same, but hopefully with superior equipment and tactics than with the PDF.

OOC: I wanna make a Logistic roll for stuff, to get some anti-personnel grenades, what do I roll? Da book says my Logistics rating is 10, and availability for Frag Grenades is Common, so I gather my target number is 10 + Common, but what do I roll for it? Just a d100?

Logistics --> 1d100 = (92) = 92
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