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Postby Fates End » Fri Oct 20, 2017 1:15 am

Ash nodded once, leaving his personal wishes at the door as he almost always did. At the moment, he "wanted" nothing more than to go to sleep. Maybe a song from the Medicae. But orders were orders and the officer outranked him quite handily. "Yes sir," he replied simply. "I can take you to Captain Schulz's office. Please follow me." He spun in the tight confines of the hallway and marched steadily back the way he'd come.
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Postby Hobbsy » Fri Oct 20, 2017 1:49 am

Now De Grotto couldn't stop the crack in his lip which could barely pass for a smile. The Watchmaster followed the example he had come to expect from his regiment. He followed on behind the Krieger in a similar high standard of marching, followed himself by Wesley who in turn bobbed behind the two in unison with there footsteps. If any non Krieg soldiers had witnessed the spectacle, they could have easily mistake them for a small parade.
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Postby Fates End » Sun Oct 22, 2017 1:45 am

If the Master of Ordnance was expecting a parade perfect march from the Watchmaster, he would be disappointed. The form of the Krieg-born soldier clad in ashen-grey greatcoat and dull brown webbing moved not with perfection, but with economy born of years of combat. Not too fast, nor too slow. Moving at a pace he could keep up for hours upon hours if required.

Through the myriad of halls he moved, never exactly "turning" to wait for the Master of Ordnance, but attempting to keep his pace reasonable for the older man. Deeper into the facility, towards the office of the Engineer Captain Schulze. It wouldn't be long now before they reached it.
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Postby Hobbsy » Sun Oct 22, 2017 4:04 pm

Although his original regiment was the second sons, De Grotto detested them as much as any other soldier on camp hated them. He wasn't a man of arrogance or pompous nature, but one of efficacy and well meet timing. As you could expect from a man of the Artillery branch of the imperial guard. Therefore although the Krieger's march was not for the parade ground, it was more that above the standard of what the older man expected. Though if he was to grumble about something, it was a little slow for his liking.

The Watchmaster lead on through the never ending corridors, a disorienting maze to those unfamiliar to it. Dr Grotto was pleasantly relieved to have found a guide, who knows how much time could have been wasted trying to find his own way. Wesley though had grown tired of bring up the rear and so using a slightly higher corridor, made its way over its master to the leading Watchmaster. As it bobbed around the masked individual, the servoskull seized the moment to record the details of what it assumed to be a man for future reference. Or at least what details you can record about a Krieger to differentiate him from his pairs.
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Postby Warsmith Wolf » Sun Oct 22, 2017 7:35 pm

Captain Schulze's 'office' was, by the nature of the cramped complex, actually a co-inhabited unit for D Company's officers, rather than its own separate unit. Evidence for this was clear from the simple stamp on the reinforced door - D-KOMPANIE - and one of its officers leaving it, Watchmaster #13-A-3424/W from the tank squadron. The Krieger gave her compatriots a curt nod as they passed, their ident-code stamped above their uniform's lapel as per regulation, disappearing further into the cramped complex. The 554th's headquarters was deceptively small, confusing only to those unused to its drab and similar-looking corridors - it often felt like one was looping round a far larger complex than was actually the case.

Hauptmann #74-C-2802/E was in his office, as evident by a set of name placards beside the door. Each contained a small laminated card with a D Company officer's ident-stamp on it, the idea being that officers would remove their card upon leaving and return it upon entering. #13-A-3424/W LENA was now missing, as were all but two - #74-C-2802/E MARKUS SCHULZE and #29-F-4751/C ULRICH MEYER. The door itself had closed.

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Postby Fates End » Sun Oct 22, 2017 7:44 pm

Ash paid the Servo skull little mind. Concentrating on his objective, now only a few feet away.

As to what the skull would find? Battered gear, older marks of equipment than the 554th was currently issued. His greatcoat was of a lighter shade than the true 554th as well. Bearing more of a chalky, ashen grey tone. The webbing, holsters and pouches adorning his coat were a dull brown leather, worn and tired like the rest of him. And finally, perhaps the most damning detail, his ident code didn't match the rest of the regiment's. Less numbering and of a simpler, older style than seen on most of the other Kriegers.

He inclined his head just barely for the exiting Watchmaster, but otherwise paid her little mind. Here was the end of his objective for the moment. The grey-clad figure raised a gloved hand and gave the door three curt knocks.
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Postby Hobbsy » Mon Oct 23, 2017 3:32 am

Wesley finished its recording and barrel rolled back to the rear of the pair, just in time to avoid the passing Watchmaster. Dr Grotto gave a quick nod in return as the figure passed on its own way, not having time to much else. As the Watchmaster leading him knocked on the door he waited side on to him As to allow anyone else moving by to make there way unhindered in the tight passage. The artillery officer noted the placards and the two names left. 'Good, the Captain is in.' De Grotto thought to himself. He wouldn't have to wait any longer to sort out the preparation for his mission. Time was of the essence as it was, but he couldn't give off the importance of the objective. Noting that he would most likely not be alone, he would be seriously bothered discussing the details if it was another regiment. But this was the death corps of Krieg, lose lips were not a worry here. Was it even a possibility? Could Kriegers even comprehend gossip, let alone be capable of it?
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Postby Warsmith Wolf » Mon Oct 23, 2017 10:28 am

A brief response, muffled by the door.

"Sie können eingeben."

#74-C-2802/E was, upon the door swinging open as per either Ash or DeGrotto's action, revealed to be sitting at his desk, mask hung loosely - if rather neatly - around his neck. The man's face was, like most of his kin, gaunt and unhealthily pale, his black hair atrophying into a dark grey and his eyes lacking any sort of distinguishing colour. The right cheek carried a burn mark - such blast-related incidents being the predominant injury of a demolitionist - his jaw square and unassuming. Here was the face of an industrious man - many industrious men, in fact, as it was the face of Somnus Guardsman Template C.

Upon the pair's entry to D Company's office, the officer looked up from a dataslate he was perusing. "Ah, #9983-A/W. Guten Morgen. This man must be the Artillerieoffizier. This unit identifies as Hauptmann #74-C-2802/E. This unit offers customary salutation."

Hauptmann Schulze stood and emerged from behind the desk, offering a hand with which to engage in the non-Krieg art of shaking. The movement was stiff and precise, his arm extending one way and then the other - he had clearly drilled in the art of offering a handshake. Another officer - this one clad in the more standard cavalryman-esque attire of a platoon commander, #29-F-4751/C stamped on their upper breastplate - sat behind another, equally cramped desk, hands deftly flitting through various parchment-based technical documents and field reports. Though many were stencilled in Krieg's variant of Gothic, some bore standard Low Gothic scripture, making mention of 'munitions supply' and 'counter-battery fire'. If this officer had noted the arrival of the others, they didn't show it, leafing through their dockets with methodical precision.
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Postby Hobbsy » Mon Oct 23, 2017 7:56 pm

As he entered the room De Grotto was pleasantly surprised by the offer of a handshake, such gestures from a regiment he would have assumed to be alien to such pleasantries did not go amiss with him. Grasping the Hauptmann's hand in a vice like grip De Grotto gave a firm shack, his own hand cold to the touch. "This unit identifies and as Master of Ordnance De Grotto, E1035383. Thank you for the salutation." Douglas reply. Although he had fought alongside krieg regiments before, De Grotto never really knew how best to address them in a way which would be familiar and acceptable. But none the less, the effort was still made.

He turned back and adressed Ash who he had passed on his way in. "Thank you for your service Watchmaster.", the thanks an unusual comment to come from his lips. Turn back to #74, the older man began to state his business. "I won't take up too much of your time Hauptmann. Firstly as you may know, I have been sent to observe and report to command on the efficiency of your artillery components. I will have you know that such components are above satisfactory and more than acceptable. Secondly, I have a mission in need of fulfilling. If such mission is achieved, it will be of great asset to not only your efforts, but the effort of his holy Emperor's army on this planet. For this I ask permission to use one squad of engineers equipped for salvaging and an artillery crew from your regiment."

As De Grotto address his counterpart, Wesley floated over to #29's desk. The servoskull hovering rather low as it observed the papers display before the Krieger.
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Postby Hobbsy » Wed Oct 25, 2017 6:48 pm

De Grotto listened carefully as the Hauptmann depicted the bleak situation with his words and the notes on the table. Indeed the enemy had the upper hand once more, make sure the efforts of the Imperium is a continuous upwards struggled. Schulze continued to summarize the main points in a way the Master of Ordnance could old have appreciation for. Too many times had he had to suffer through prolonged waffling from officers more concerned with there appearance that the actual tactical situation.

His eyebrow pricked up at the metion of flamethrower operators, but waited for his counterpart to finish before addressing the detail along with answering his question. "Other allied assets haven't been easy to acquirer. Due to he lack of vehicles after the motor pool incident, I have only been promised what they would deemed as necessary for transport and escort in the case of vehicles. As for man power, other than your attachment command has only allow me one of those 'volunteer' squads made up of whoever can be found around base.".

In the last sentience his voice carried the discontent he felt at the thought of the rag tag squad that seemed to be attached to every operation below a full scale assault or counterattack. Not wanting to bother the Krieger with his own opinions, De Grotto took a moment to compose himself before calmly continuing on with the point he wanted to bring up earlier.

"As for the matter of your tactical assessment: as much as I welcome the extra attachments I must mention that although alot of the ammunition upon the drop ship would have detonated in the crash, there will still be a good chance of unexploded ordinances around the immediate area. Although it won't be primed, a large enough fire would still set any remaining ammunition off. Therefore I suggest this be taken into consideration whilst selecting that flamethrower asset."
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Postby Fates End » Thu Oct 26, 2017 12:03 am

The Krieg Watchmaster stood just inside the office as unobtrusively as he could. Paying enough attention to what was spoken of to be ready to answer questions, if they were leveled. But otherwise using the moments as a sort of stop-gap sleep. Letting his body rest as much as possible while standing straight.

Idly his eyes followed the servo skull from within the safety of his mask. Wondering what exactly it was recording.
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Postby Fates End » Sat Oct 28, 2017 11:13 pm

The Watchmaster gave the skull little mind when it approached. At least until it started playing music. An errant thought dashed across his mind.

How does it know?

It was then with great relief that the meeting seemed to be cut short. With no further orders, he could likely leave the Master of Ordnance to his own devices soon enough. And Ash could return to his barracks.
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Postby Hobbsy » Sun Nov 05, 2017 5:39 am

At its master's outburst, Wesley quickly left its previous course in a barrel roll to break off to do the same pattern over De Grotto's head. The old man gave a burning glare to the servo skull, "Will talk about this outside." he muttered under his breath.

Looking back towards the door, De Grotto noticed the Watchmaster was still in the room where he had last addressed him. At least he thought he addressed him, did he just imagined he had? Fearing that his age might have caused him to slip up in front of a crowd of officers and a NCO who he assumed wouldn't have missed such a mistake, the Master of Ordnance set about his attempt to play off his self supposed blunder. Making his way to the exit, he simply gave a new and quick address as he passed him by. "No need to lead me back Watchmaster, I remember the way. If your own officer has no need of you, you are dismissed." and with that he scuttled out and down the corridor as fast as he could without giving the game away. His stone faced expression had stayed the same through out the cover up and would most likely stay the same until he was a good distance from the Krieger's position.
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