Donatos Aphael wrote:
He made his way back inside the bar and his eyes fell upon the new Guards woman and he perked a brow, but his reservations quickly melted away and was replaced by a smile noticing this new Guardswoman was under Lord General Drakenfell's leadership. He knew firsthand how exceptional the Lord General's leadership was ever since they've fought alongside each other's units back when he was a Commissar, and how his name was said with reverence within the Astra Militariun, and whispered in fear amongst even the most devout of Chaos cultists and even some Heretic Astartes. Even some Orks become overjoyed when regaling each other with stories of the Lord General's battles, seemingly only to be matched in ferocity with the Death Korps of Krieg.
"Seeing you don the Emperor's armor pleases me, Guardswoman"
"Seeing you don the Emperor's armor pleases me, Guardswoman"
"You all are a inspiration for me. I was orphaned at a early age and had to defend for myself," she said with a stern look on her face now. "So I will not displease you with my firearms. I can use any weapon being a weapons expert," she said as she cocked her weapon in demonstration. She released the trigger without firing once as she rest it in front of her chest to show she knew how to use it with precision and accuracy.
Ami Arpatia wrote:
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
Raised a brow as he watched Lin leave,
Hrm... she's not wrong... a bit chilly in here as of late... I can wonder why
He added shooting a glance to the O B S C E N E L Y - B O S O M E D one.
Emperor, have mercy, weapons of mass obsession have entered the battlefield.
Aleksandr swatted himself in the face a few times
" Snap out of it Von Drakenfell... you are an officer of the Imperium, exercise professionalism.. hr... The Schola did always warn us about the Aeldari and their wily ways. "
Aleksandr added, pulling himself together and returning to his usual stern forme.
Hrm... she's not wrong... a bit chilly in here as of late... I can wonder why
He added shooting a glance to the O B S C E N E L Y - B O S O M E D one.
Emperor, have mercy, weapons of mass obsession have entered the battlefield.
Aleksandr swatted himself in the face a few times
" Snap out of it Von Drakenfell... you are an officer of the Imperium, exercise professionalism.. hr... The Schola did always warn us about the Aeldari and their wily ways. "
Aleksandr added, pulling himself together and returning to his usual stern forme.
I hope to achieve my desired destination, Sistersof Battle... she thought as she looked at his stern expression on his face.
Her own stern look showed that she meant business. All but her face was still covered in tattoos. After the briefing and the field training, she had her face tattoos removed so she was more professional. In her eyes, she wanted to be presentable to Aleksandr, her commanding officer, and Lord Graystorm.
" Private Arpatia ! Excellent, I see you are donning the appropriate regalia, I have received word of your officers that you've excelled in your training, I have no doubt of this seeing you meet the mordian standard, as is exemplified by your attention to detail concerning your uniform and the immaculate condition of your weapon. Carry on, you have my commendations. When in absence of orders, you are expected to take your post and exercise your better judgement in performing your duties as a guard, this includes the inspection of your weapon, reading up on or reviewing tactical documentation, engaging in training drills, be they martial or otherwise and conducting audits of the surroundings and reporting them to your commanding officer if something is a miss. I believe duty is soon to call you. "
For the first time Aleksandr saluted her back, it was evident she had earned his respect in committing herself to this noble venture, doubtless she was well on her path, speaking of the Adepta Sororitas... by the Archlectors Canticles, where the **** is Athene !? you expect us to be fighting daemons on our own !.
" Treat yourself to some recaf and a few bites while you linger at my table Private, for your officers will not have mercy upon you once the daily dues begin "
He added, offering his soldier some refreshments.
" Oi ! Private ! "
The peace however was not to last as Captain Rolne made himself known,
" Move your arse to the hangar ! briefing time "
This is the Arpat-Pattern Chimera, it is your armored livelihood upon the battlefield, the only thing keeping you from turning into blood mulch as you traverse the battlefield, a war-fortress on tracks, typically it carries 12 of you emperor-forsaken guards but in your case, you will constitute mortar company cygnus, one of two, in about two days from now, we expect to be assaulting another outpost on the far northeast of Balian, nestled in a ridge, it's a well defended position and the enemy has had time to fortify, but the fortifications are a bit of a scatter. Your squad will be place on the outer left flank, once the fighting starts you will establish a forward base and fortify your position in support of the advancing assault, you are to secure a perimeter, entrench yourself, and provide fire support as communicated... the enemy will try to assault your position... you will withstand and overcome... you will use explosive ordnance to its full effect... you will achieve your objective... by any means necessary.
The Arpat-pattern uses an augmented turret taken from the design of the astartes predator, it features an autocannon with a rapid munition feeding system, with a munitions ration of 40 rounds, 20 armor piercing high explosive, 10 flechette fragmentation and 10 high explosive, remember this is an assault transport, it is expected to transport and you are expected to assault, the lasgun sponsons on the side may be used to full effect, inside the transport compartment you will load an Obfuscane pattern mortar, you will have a munitions ration of 100 rounds, 60 high explosive, 10 phosphex, 10 smoke and 10 fragmentation. These are volatile munitions and will be vulnerable, entrench them well otherwise invite your ruin. You are expected to check, clean and familiarize yourself with your weaponry, a basic operational support servo-skull can assist with maintenance procedures. That is all.
Captain Rolne pointed at Arpatia
Private, start loading the munition crates into your Chimera ! the first person to load their share will be granted the privelige of using the onboard heavy bolter.
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
Ami Arpatia wrote:
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
Raised a brow as he watched Lin leave,
Hrm... she's not wrong... a bit chilly in here as of late... I can wonder why
He added shooting a glance to the O B S C E N E L Y - B O S O M E D one.
Emperor, have mercy, weapons of mass obsession have entered the battlefield.
Aleksandr swatted himself in the face a few times
" Snap out of it Von Drakenfell... you are an officer of the Imperium, exercise professionalism.. hr... The Schola did always warn us about the Aeldari and their wily ways. "
Aleksandr added, pulling himself together and returning to his usual stern forme.
Hrm... she's not wrong... a bit chilly in here as of late... I can wonder why
He added shooting a glance to the O B S C E N E L Y - B O S O M E D one.
Emperor, have mercy, weapons of mass obsession have entered the battlefield.
Aleksandr swatted himself in the face a few times
" Snap out of it Von Drakenfell... you are an officer of the Imperium, exercise professionalism.. hr... The Schola did always warn us about the Aeldari and their wily ways. "
Aleksandr added, pulling himself together and returning to his usual stern forme.
I hope to achieve my desired destination, Sistersof Battle... she thought as she looked at his stern expression on his face.
Her own stern look showed that she meant business. All but her face was still covered in tattoos. After the briefing and the field training, she had her face tattoos removed so she was more professional. In her eyes, she wanted to be presentable to Aleksandr, her commanding officer, and Lord Graystorm.
" Private Arpatia ! Excellent, I see you are donning the appropriate regalia, I have received word of your officers that you've excelled in your training, I have no doubt of this seeing you meet the mordian standard, as is exemplified by your attention to detail concerning your uniform and the immaculate condition of your weapon. Carry on, you have my commendations. When in absence of orders, you are expected to take your post and exercise your better judgement in performing your duties as a guard, this includes the inspection of your weapon, reading up on or reviewing tactical documentation, engaging in training drills, be they martial or otherwise and conducting audits of the surroundings and reporting them to your commanding officer if something is a miss. I believe duty is soon to call you. "
For the first time Aleksandr saluted her back, it was evident she had earned his respect in committing herself to this noble venture, doubtless she was well on her path, speaking of the Adepta Sororitas... by the Archlectors Canticles, where the **** is Athene !? you expect us to be fighting daemons on our own !.
" Treat yourself to some recaf and a few bites while you linger at my table Private, for your officers will not have mercy upon you once the daily dues begin "
He added, offering his soldier some refreshments.
" Oi ! Private ! "
The peace however was not to last as Captain Rolne made himself known,
" Move your arse to the hangar ! briefing time "
This is the Arpat-Pattern Chimera, it is your armored livelihood upon the battlefield, the only thing keeping you from turning into blood mulch as you traverse the battlefield, a war-fortress on tracks, typically it carries 12 of you emperor-forsaken guards but in your case, you will constitute mortar company cygnus, one of two, in about two days from now, we expect to be assaulting another outpost on the far northeast of Balian, nestled in a ridge, it's a well defended position and the enemy has had time to fortify, but the fortifications are a bit of a scatter. Your squad will be place on the outer left flank, once the fighting starts you will establish a forward base and fortify your position in support of the advancing assault, you are to secure a perimeter, entrench yourself, and provide fire support as communicated... the enemy will try to assault your position... you will withstand and overcome... you will use explosive ordnance to its full effect... you will achieve your objective... by any means necessary.
The Arpat-pattern uses an augmented turret taken from the design of the astartes predator, it features an autocannon with a rapid munition feeding system, with a munitions ration of 40 rounds, 20 armor piercing high explosive, 10 flechette fragmentation and 10 high explosive, remember this is an assault transport, it is expected to transport and you are expected to assault, the lasgun sponsons on the side may be used to full effect, inside the transport compartment you will load an Obfuscane pattern mortar, you will have a munitions ration of 100 rounds, 60 high explosive, 10 phosphex, 10 smoke and 10 fragmentation. These are volatile munitions and will be vulnerable, entrench them well otherwise invite your ruin. You are expected to check, clean and familiarize yourself with your weaponry, a basic operational support servo-skull can assist with maintenance procedures. That is all.
Captain Rolne pointed at Arpatia
Private, start loading the munition crates into your Chimera ! the first person to load their share will be granted the privelige of using the onboard heavy bolter.
She sat down and enjoyed some recaf as she said, "Delicious, Lord General Aleksandr. And I feel they are about to be here sooner than later," she said. She secretly had hoped to meet this Athene woman and hope to get her praise to become a Warmaiden.
Without fail, she heard her captain, Rolne, appeared as she jolted up in salute to him out of respect.
She without hesitation answered, "Sir,YES, Sir!" She moved to the hangar for briefing. As she did, she turned around to look at Aleksandr and showed him her pride and joy, the hidden laser pistol, before hiding it again from sight.
She came to the hangar and looked at the massive war machine as her eyes lit up with excitement. She knew what to do as she was briefed about taking the outpost to the northeast of Balion; a place she learned during combat training. "I, nor my comrades, will fail you! For the Emperor!" she responded with pride in her eyes. She may receive scars, but she will them like a badge of honor.
Hearing what it could do excited her. The thought of the firepower made her spine tingle from excitement as she listened intently to Rolne explain it all. That was one thing she was also good at; taking care of her weaponry and making sure to inspect and maintain it. "I will make sure to keep it maintained at all times, Captain Rolne!" she shouted with pride as she saluted him out of respects of her captain.
With agile speed, she went to the crates that held the munitions and loaded up her Chimera quickly and fluently like water as she gracefully ran back and forth in her armor. She was showing her capabilities as a soldier to load her Chimera first before the other soldiers. Seeing them struggling, she had a stern look, her piercing purple eyes staring right at Rolne as she finished first. "Done, Captain Rolne!" she said with another salute.
(Let's move this over to a Warhammer 40K so we can separate the bar from the Imperium getting ready)
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