" Ba-Hah, Nonsense, I was merely showing this er... young citizen... the workings of a chainsword, never know when her hive may come under siege after all, as it is said, familiarity with the imperial weaponry distinguishes a living conscript from a dead one.
Aleksandr dismissed the concerns as he lit up his lho-pipe, casting wispy smoke into the air before returning to the matter of conversation
" And to even consider the preposterous and heretical notion that , I , Lord General Aleksandr Von Drakenfell have any gains to be made in threatening this quaint yet innocent being what who bumbles about this establishment with no true purpose for their being... it is not like, I , Lord General Aleksandr Von Drakenfell , would seek the cleaving of heads and by virtue of the advance technologies vested to us by the imperium see it transplanted onto a suit of ancient powered armor with meticulous servitor programming involved in order to ensure complete and unquestionable loyalty... for I, Lord General Aleksandr Von Drakenfell would never consider such a thing.
An awkward pause then settled against the tavern horde, giving him strange gazes.
A-hah... I... uh... I mean no harm... I assure you... I do not intend to use the chainsword on anyone in this vicinity.... Anyhow, ahem.
He then turned his gaze to Arpatia
" Private ! Excellent work on the field, your fervor and performance in battle has been relayed to me by Martellan, please, join me, grab yourself a cup of recaf. Naturally, the example of leadership you set forward entitles you to investiture, I am considering promoting you to sergeant, which will put you in command of the men you did battle with, however, this will come with an extended suite of training operating the vox and auspex array, as commander you will be relegated the ability to utilize imperial support elements including valkyrie strafes and artillery strikes in order to better consolidate your position on the battlefield, mind you, as you have proven your utility... I consider it worthwhile to put you in the thick of the action rather than the auxiliary role, even though the artillery regiments had expressed an interest in recruiting you on account of your flawless coordination of a mortar team, however, your role is better served on the battlefield... naturally this comes with a thousand throne bonus and access to the sergeant's mess. "
Aleksandr dismissed the concerns as he lit up his lho-pipe, casting wispy smoke into the air before returning to the matter of conversation
" And to even consider the preposterous and heretical notion that , I , Lord General Aleksandr Von Drakenfell have any gains to be made in threatening this quaint yet innocent being what who bumbles about this establishment with no true purpose for their being... it is not like, I , Lord General Aleksandr Von Drakenfell , would seek the cleaving of heads and by virtue of the advance technologies vested to us by the imperium see it transplanted onto a suit of ancient powered armor with meticulous servitor programming involved in order to ensure complete and unquestionable loyalty... for I, Lord General Aleksandr Von Drakenfell would never consider such a thing.
An awkward pause then settled against the tavern horde, giving him strange gazes.
A-hah... I... uh... I mean no harm... I assure you... I do not intend to use the chainsword on anyone in this vicinity.... Anyhow, ahem.
He then turned his gaze to Arpatia
" Private ! Excellent work on the field, your fervor and performance in battle has been relayed to me by Martellan, please, join me, grab yourself a cup of recaf. Naturally, the example of leadership you set forward entitles you to investiture, I am considering promoting you to sergeant, which will put you in command of the men you did battle with, however, this will come with an extended suite of training operating the vox and auspex array, as commander you will be relegated the ability to utilize imperial support elements including valkyrie strafes and artillery strikes in order to better consolidate your position on the battlefield, mind you, as you have proven your utility... I consider it worthwhile to put you in the thick of the action rather than the auxiliary role, even though the artillery regiments had expressed an interest in recruiting you on account of your flawless coordination of a mortar team, however, your role is better served on the battlefield... naturally this comes with a thousand throne bonus and access to the sergeant's mess. "
With the compliment, she saluted the Lord General out of respect. She nodded as she joined him for a cup of recaf. Hearing the promotion, it made her smile with excitement. 'Sergeant,' she thought as she considered the new rank befitting her prowess on the battlefield. Hearing everything he had to say about her new role and the fact she now would be more than just a private, it excited her even more. She finally got the courage to speak as she said, "Sergeant would be my pleasure. I will not let you down. For being recruited, I feel it isn't right. I am right on the battlefield commanding our soldiers and making sure they come out alive," she said as she stared at him as she sat there.
"And being able to have access to the sergeants mess is a honor, Lord General. I will do you no fail. This is war, and I will take it to the degenerates and the orks. I will see to it that they fear me every time I come into battle," she said as she had now a stern look upon her face as she took some time with the recaf. Everything said was being absorbed in her mind as she knew she had to learn quick or die on battle. It was matter of killing or be killed. This was her calling. She was hoping he would promote her, and she would have honor.
"And being able to have access to the sergeants mess is a honor, Lord General. I will do you no fail. This is war, and I will take it to the degenerates and the orks. I will see to it that they fear me every time I come into battle," she said as she had now a stern look upon her face as she took some time with the recaf. Everything said was being absorbed in her mind as she knew she had to learn quick or die on battle. It was matter of killing or be killed. This was her calling. She was hoping he would promote her, and she would have honor.
"Only a sergeant? I guess I shouldn't talk, I was only a "Lieutenant" for a while anyway."
He stepped out of the dish room obviously tired. He threw his hand towel over his shoulder.
"The holiday rush is always stressful, eh Mathius?" Gustavo said while Brick can be seen in the background scrubbing some pots and pans.
Makes angry wasp noises in her corner.
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