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" Excellent, excellent, a high expectation has been placed upon you Private Arpatia, I have exercised my better judgement in admitting you the battle group, you will have the honor of serving amongst some of the finest examples in the imperial soldiery, I advise you, learn from your comrades, respect them, as history as served, one human stands little chance against the myriad horrors that have faced us, but together, in unified lethality, we have brought down every beast and conquered every trial, it has been the fundamental design upon which we, the Astra Militarum, have sought refinement. "

Aleksandr's last duty upon Ami was to give her, her rank.

" By my sanction, you are inducted at the rank of Private in the Astra Militarum, Ami Arpatia. May the Emperor embolden you and watch over your soul as you take up the greatest honor bestowed upon an imperial citizen. May you deliver death to the foes of man and may noble death find you prepared and unrelenting. "

He added, placing a gloved hand upon her cheek, a glint of pride in his eyes, she was one of his own now, his soldier, and she could see that he valued them as dearly as if they were his own blood. He issued a nod, it was a respectful notion, amongst the soldiery she seemed to hold the fewest scars and was not as daunting of stature, yet there was a fury in her presence not unlike a joan of arc, the fighting spirit.

" And One More Thing, Private Arpatia "



Aleksandr turned as a large rugged figure appeared, the grays in his beard and the scars upon his face suggested a lifetime of combat, he was an officer of sorts, likely non-commissioned, relegated to duties of the field, the rugged figure possessed a daunting presence.

Private Arpatia, this is Colonel Martellan, he is your regimental commander, your regiment is the 5th Rifles Balian (Bay-Lien) it is a frontline regiment and a new one at that, composed of veterans who took our first outpost in the Arpat Sector and newer recruits hailing from this sector. This man oversees the tactical doctrines which will dictate your life, with the expectation that you will bring successes to his command, you report to Captain Rolne, whom will be your brigade commander upon the battlefield. He'll take it from here.



" Fresh meat or fighter ? "

The remark was rather dismissive, but the man before her had likely seen the dance of death play out countless times upon the field of battle, something told her it was best to take the remark at value.

" Don't let Drakenfel's orderly mannerisms fool ya, it's foul business out there on the front... you'll be three days sleepless running on stims, half starved in a trench then nothing quite prepares you for your comrades face to splatter on your own in the part of the night when yer out there pissin it out in a bucket, one split second and the lad you've fought and laughed along bites the dust, two days over you'll probably be 'avin him for lunch... hrahah... guess he didn't tell you about corpse-starch did he ?... you know wot I hate more than the greenies and the xenos scum what'll rip yer face off is a bad soldier... a bad soldier's quickest way to meet your end on the battlefield and I sure as hope you're not one of 'em, cuz if ya are, you might as well point that lasgun to your chin and do us and yourself the favor. "

His tiraade was brutal by contrast and left nothing to the imagination, the brutality of the trenches, the fact that every foe they faced likely either outgunned or outfanged them by a large margin and yet still the Astra Militarum was the single largest and indomitable warmachine the galaxy had yet seen.

Everyone out there ya see, earned their stripes but you, maybe he took a fancy to ya... so you're gonna have to put the work in Private, I tolerate eccentricities in my soldiers but weakness is rooted out and executed, stand on business and I'll look the other way if you're no model guard. I expect one thing, victory, at any cost... you don't ever pick up the vox to sound a retreat, only to hear the orders and see them done... if you need more guns to do that, you let me know, it might take a week or a month, but the firepower always gets there... all you have to do is survive, kill or be killed... its just that simple. That isn't cruel, that is the standard expected of all of us, the 5th was created because there were too few survivors left in the 4th for it to be called a regiment anymore... there are bodies and there are fighters, and guess what... there wasn't only a fourth... there was a third... there was a second... and a first, one thing you'll notice however is, it's the same faces that end up being ported to the new regiments... the fighters... the survivors, they've got a mind for it... it's not strength or wit or even equipment... its just knowing how to get the job done and what it needs, you're a professional and you will handle things professionally... there's no layoffs in this line of work... hrahah.

Colonel Martellan, gestured to another subordinate,

" Show the Private to her quarters in the barracks and for Emperor's sake, get her a uniform and some armor. "

He turned back to Ami,

" Let this be the last time I see you out of uniform Private. Dismissed. "

He offered a customary salute before departing.

Follow me Private.

Another voice added, as Ami was provided yet more equipment, it amounted to quite a bit of weight, the regimental colors consisted of a blue helmet and blue body armor wore over a dark khaki uniform, that seemed to be standard for this battle group vaguely inspired by the Cadian pattern likely due to the balance between assembly line manufacture and quality, doubtless Aleksandr ensured a suitable investment in these wares because they seemed far better quality than standard imperial guard paraphernalia.



The guardsman before her offered a seat as a holograph displayed her equipment and wares before her, the last piece was a crucial one, the every necessary " Imperial Guard's Uplifting Primer " it was a book with necessary canticles, teaching, tactical doctrines and skills, rather like an all-in-one battlefield companion, strange that in an era of high technology that this booklet was still paper but apparently it was also an honorary and ceremonial item, something you were supposed to keep on your person at all times losing it had resulted in guardsmen being executed by regimental commissars.



The Rho-Delpha Pattern Lascarbine is our standard armament, it is what you have been provided, this pattern provides a superior merit of firepower over the standard pattern, an actuated triphasic powerpack allows progressive agitation at the cost of drawing power, rapid fire bursts for clearing out enemies in large numbers or in close quarters and overcharged shots for precision marksmanship, the middle selection is typically used for volley fire in standard formations, your lascarbine has a target acquisition collimator by default, when paired with a beam splitter muzzle device this can effectively direct your shots around corners or unpredictable angles of attack. In addition to this you are provided a standard pack of three grenades, two high explosive fragmentation and one smoke, your standard issue combat knife doubles as a bayonet, in addition to this your shovel shaped multitool provides great battlefield utility. Your armor suite comprising the helmet and armor are constucted of high-density alloyed plasteel with ceramite mesh layer below, a reliquary glass finish may be employed to provide further protection from energy weapons but don't expect to survive a plasmacannon, best way to survive is to not get hit, learn how to use cover, find it or create it, keep to formation. Once you change into your uniform you are expected to report to the firing range for standard volley fire practice before moving onto basic training. Your firepower is greater when it is combined. Upon conclusion of the basic training suite, you will be prepared your first combat tour, good luck Private Arpatia.