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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Sat Dec 30, 2017 11:04 pm

despite the interruption from Hawke, Marida just ignored her, she assumed her being here was part of a punishment detail of Makarov's devising so she didn't consider questioning it.

"that's not what i am asking for, nor would it be practical." the Sargeant replied "good scouts are few and far between, and we don't have the luxury of being picky when it comes to available personnel, what i require is a guarantee. can you guarantee that this Soldier: #9453/8-316, colloquially known as Erika Hass, will not endanger or jeopardize this search operation?"
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Postby Aishachan » Sun Dec 31, 2017 12:01 pm

Makarov glanced over as Hawke burst into the room, most certainly not at 8:00. The pocket watch she always had was out on the desk, so she simply picked it up to check the exact time. Nearly 8:20. She was honestly surprised that Hawke was late. She'd thought that their last interaction would have at least got the other woman to be more prompt, if nothing else, but it seemed she was wrong.

"Hawke, please sit down until we're done." She gestured for the desk and chair set that looked like it'd been taken from a schools old supply closet. Hopefully Hawke was left handed, because the desk sure was.

That taken care of Makarov turned back to Marida. "You have my word. If it starts to act in a way that countermands orders, or jeopardizes the personnel or the mission it'll be removed from the field. If it refuses to comply with that... well, it's a Krieger. We shouldn't have to even contemplative that." It didn't really need to be said what happened to someone that put others in danger and then refused to listen to the commander of the operation and the Commissar. "I'm sure with a steady hand and correct guidance it will do exemplary, and my worries will be proven paranoia."
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Postby Guardsman Samantha Hawke » Fri Jan 05, 2018 10:35 pm

Huh? Ninety-Four-Something-Or-Other? Erika? A Krieger? Crap, that made sense. The fiasco at the Hall of Virtue was still fresh on everyone’s mind, and Witmann’s tribunal hadn’t been reassuring to some, including Sergeant Beckett. Suddenly, Hawke felt quite foolish for interrupting, and a little egocentric for assuming the two women were talking about her. On the other hand, Hawke had never been in a Commissar’s office when the topic of discussion hadn’t been her; she couldn’t really be blamed for noticing a pattern.

She looked over her shoulder at the desk Makarov had indicated. Where in the world had she found that relic? It was barely more than a collection of driftwood screwed to a tarnished metal frame. At least Makarov had been thoughtful enough to move some of the boxes out of the way. She dropped her pack next to it with a thud (she had brought the full kit, including noticibly her entrenching tool, because after last time, who could tell?), and as Hawke settled into the slightly-too-small seat, it creaked ominously under her unimpressive weight.

Feeling very uncomfortable and self conscious, Hawke waited for the Commissar and the Sergeant to finish their conversation, dreading the moment Makarov’s full attention would be turned to her. Condemned to be Makarov’s little helper for one whole week, she mused; she didn’t like how the week was starting.
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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Sun Jan 07, 2018 12:35 am

"that's all i needed to know." Marida answered "thank you for your time, i'll let you know once everything is prepared. expect it to be approximately a week from now"

the sgt saluted and turned to leave but just as she reached the door marida stopped and turned to face Hawke "Private Hawke, you have training and experience in using heavy and specialist weapons yes? you'll be handling the mounted gun on whatever transport we can get our hands on for this."

after waiting for her reply she gave a nod and promptly left without a word
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Postby Aishachan » Mon Jan 08, 2018 9:02 pm

"Of course, and be well, Sergeant." Makarov said with a nod, even going so far as to give Marida a salute as she left. If the action was out of reciprocation or respect was up for the Sergeant to decide. Sorting through the papers on her desk, Makarov was quiet as Marida took a moment to dictate Hawkes accompaniment on the mission. Even after Beckett had left she was quiet, letting Hawke stew in her thoughts for a moment or two and making it clear how the conversation would proceed.

Finally, she selected a piece of paper, and looked up at Sam. "You're late." She pursed her lips, frustrated, then continued, "If you have an exemplary reason, please, tell me now. I'm all ears. If not, here is a list of minor infractions," She held the paper up, "You'll be the one deciding punishments for them. I'll check and if I think that you've gone too lenient on them I'll assign a punishment harsher than normal." She offered the paper out to Hawke.

"Good morning, by the way. I hope you've been well."

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Postby Aishachan » Fri Jan 12, 2018 8:02 pm

Officers and Commissars were always plotting your doom. Anyone that said otherwise was obviously a fool, and now Sam had proof! What luck, even if it also meant that she had to go on some assignment. Perhaps her luck would hold out with the 'reason' she gave to Makarov.

The Commissar did indeed stare hard at Hawke, as if just looking long enough would make her repent if it wasn't true. The 'surprise inspections' did happen, and were rarely reported by anyone other than troopers, so it was plausible. However the response was rushed and had more information that really needed; liars tended to over explain. Hawke looked and sounded nervous. Though on the other hand, Hawke might have just realized that Makarov would ask questions and had wanted to be thorough. She might just have been nervous because she was in a Commissars office, and the good eye contact did discredited the idea of it being a lie.

Eventually Makarov nodded, offering to take the paper back, "That has been an issue. Their inspections need logged, or else it's going to cause issues." She frowned, looking at her computer with frustration and annoyance. "Well, there's still work to be done. The first things that come to mind are filing forms, prepping forms, taking complaints, or preparing a daily brief of paperwork- today or tomorrow."

Apparently lady luck was still on Hawkes side. At least that was someone who wasn't plotting her downfall.

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Postby Nevaraon » Wed May 16, 2018 8:57 pm

TimeWarp

It was early in the morning, earlier than even Vayne would get to Cat’s office. Which meant there was nobody in the hallway to Commissar Makarov’s office. He had finally done it, he had gotten ahold of an entire skeleton from the Medicae training school. He had to do a few favors for a certain halfling sniper to get it and a few articles of the correct attire. But now his masterpiece was complete. Now for his victim.

He had ruled out Cat and Vayne, mostly because he had seen the Commissar’s reaction to Wesley and didn’t want to send him into a fit. He had only just gotten better. Makarov however... she seemed to need a little fright put into her.

Quietly, as one can move with a wired skeleton wearing a Commissar Uniform, Croaker opened the door to her office. What luck, she had forgotten to lock the door.

He glanced around the small space. Where to place it for best effect? Ah of course. Behind the door, when she closed it. Commissar Bones would be right there to greet her.

Stifling a giggle at the mental image, Croaker started standing the skeleton up and posing it juuuuust right. Unfortunately, this skeleton’s neck wiring was weak. And no sooner had he finished posing the head and went to work ensuring the skeleton’s arms wouldn’t move, did Commissar Bones betray the Katavarian. The Skull fell with a loud thump, then a loud rolling grind along the floor before coming to a stop. Right in the line of sight of an awakening Makarov.

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Postby Aishachan » Thu May 17, 2018 12:25 am

It had been a late night that had turned into an early morning for Makarov. She'd thought about heading back to her quarters, but she'd just be back here again in the morning after her run, and she had her change of clothes in the office, so she didn't even need to go for those. Besides, she'd been tired and the walk to her quarters seemed far more untenable than just lying down and going to sleep in the office.

So that was what she did. She'd hidden her chainsword and knife well within reach of her position. Content with that she'd covered up in her coat, piled her sash around atop her hat, and put her bolter under it all as a makeshift pillow, and then nestled down to sleep. ...Until something thumped and she was snapped awake.

She had her gun in her hand and was up in a panicked crouch before she realized what was going on. Ambush?Psykers?Howmanydead?Marines?Orks? It took her longer than she liked to realize that it was just Croaker doing... something.

"Wha-" She stopped short, disliking the weakness in her voice "....What are you doing?" She sounded better, but even as she stood and put her gun down and rubbed at her eyes she couldn't stop her hands from shaking. "By the Emperor, Vervusius? Is that you? You live outside your armor?"

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Postby Nevaraon » Thu May 17, 2018 1:53 am

Croaker’s Back was visibly cringing as he slowly swung around to face the confused Commissar. His large frame blocked the skeleton behind him, but he held a Commissar hat in his hands.


“Uhhh..... I doth be bringing thou an assistant for thine work?”

He said in a tone that made it both an answer and a question. As if he wasn’t sure that she would buy it. But it was early and he might be able to bluff the half asleep woman.

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Postby Aishachan » Thu May 17, 2018 10:00 am

He sounded like a schola student caught red handed. Clasping her hands behind her back to hide them she came out from behind her desk. "Where did you get that hat? And what assist-" She stopped short, seeing the skull on the floor. Either he'd murdered someone and then cleaned the body in record time, or it was something borrowed from the medics. She looked from it to him.

"What."

Kneeling down to pick it up, she kept her hands as steady as she could when she turned it to look at him. "Lets go. I need to talk to the Lord Knight Commander. And you're going back to camp."

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Postby Nevaraon » Fri May 18, 2018 12:36 am

Croaker hung his head, already anticipating what would come next. And he hasn’t even gotten the pleasure of pulling the prank off.

“Of course, milady. Fare thee well Commissar Bones.”

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Postby Fates End » Sat May 26, 2018 12:07 am

(Initiating Timeskip. )

The morning guard shift had ended several minutes prior. And yet perhaps a strange thing could be seen in the halls of the Commissariat office block as the guard shifts rotated back to their barracks. A pair of skull-faced Krieg Grenadiers entered the myriad of outer hallways leading to Makarov's office. Each heading with purpose, one trailing after the other. They were both instantly recognizable as hailing from the Death Korps. Chemical treated coats and heavy gear, not to mention the gasmasks and skull-faced rebreathers were dead giveaways.

At the same time their gear was different. Older, more battered than normally seen. Their uniforms were a dusty, floury grey and white. speckled with webbing and belting of worn brown leather.

Stranger still . . . it appeared they were arguing. Though of course, for the mostly silent Grenadiers, such an argument was handled via hand signal. And with one chasing the other, it was a lengthy and drawn out affair. Each of them stopping for momentary pauses, the leading one turning and snapping out several sharp hand gestures, only for the trailing to respond in kind and the walk to continue.

A careful observer might recognized that while the lead was a rank-and-file Grenadier. The trailing form was a Watchmaster of Krieg, equivalent in many ways to a sergeant of the other regiments.

As they neared Makarov's office, the hand gestures reached a crescendo. Finally the first Grenadier spun, hissing out, his voice carrying surprisingly far. "You cannot deny this to me, Watchmaster. You cannot save those who do not. Wish. To. Be. Saved." He snapped out, the full-stops in his words sounding akin to bullet-like punctuation. His voice was surprisingly young, sharp and filled with clipped, barely restrained frustration.

There was an awkward pause seconds later. The speaker taking an involuntary step backwards, as though he regretted the words now spoken. The Watchmaster did not respond immediately. Staring through half-fogged lens at his junior, his stance and expression unreadable to those who didn't know him. A statue of ashen grey. They now stood only a few feet from Commissar Makarov's door, and if the Commissar was in her office, it was likely she had heard the words uttered in anger.
"In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement."

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Postby Fates End » Mon May 28, 2018 7:59 pm

The immediate response to Makarov's words was the about-face and snapping together of boots as the arguing Grenadiers spun and saluted her with something approaching mechanical perfection. A short silence followed before finally, almost with resignation, the Watchmaster spoke up. "Commissar, we apologize for the interruption. The Grenadier under my command has a grievance against me and wished to speak with a Commissar about it."

In response, the Grenadier snapped his head back, voice sharp through his gasmask, "Watchmaster, that's not---"

The Watchmaster continued, however. "It is our sin to have interrupted your morning, Commissar. If you have a moment more, I would speak with you privately so you may judge my actions."
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Postby Aishachan » Tue May 29, 2018 12:25 am

Makarov let the pair linger in silence as she looked between them, stirring her tea. A Kriegers subordinate bringing an actual complaint against them? Well, she supposed that it made more sense when one considered that it was apparently about being denied a death. That seemed appropriately Krieger.

"On the contrary, Watchmaster, it is the Commissariates duty to provide mediation for grievances and guidance for those who need it." Opening the door wider she gestured for them to enter, the two or the one, if they were dead set on it being like that. "Unless this is a moral or religious issue, in which case I'll suggest a priest. They'll have the peremptory say on such matters."

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Postby Fates End » Wed May 30, 2018 3:08 am

Another shared glance between the two ashen clad figures before the apparent aggrieved grenadier ducked his head. "The Watchmaster is better . . ." He floundered, searching for a word in a vocabulary more often dedicated to coordinates and simple one word orders than casual conversation. "Equipped to speak on behalf of this worthless grenadier."

The Watchmaster tensed at the mention of worth, his gear creaking gently. But when his Junior made no further attempt to speak, he nodded. "Grenadier 9866-A, remain in the hallway while I converse with the Commissar."
Seconds later the Watchmaster took the Commissar's que and entered her office, ensuring not to accidentally brush against her as he moved by.
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Postby Aishachan » Fri Jun 01, 2018 12:46 am

Makarov gestured for the Watchmaster to sit, while she made her way back to her desk. Being a Krieger she expected them to stand, but the offer was there, if they so chose. The boxes were at an ebb, for the moment, with only one line being placed up against the wall. As the Watchmaster sat, or took their place to stand, Makarov moved the monitors she was working on out of the way. Able to see each, eye to lense, she sat down, posture straight and hands folded on her desk.

"So what's the issue, Watchmaster?"

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Postby Fates End » Sat Jun 02, 2018 10:17 pm

Ash pondered the chair for a few brief moments before he sat with careful precision. Moving the bulk of his gear so it hung off to the side and away from the chair. Finally he raised his hands and with a couple of complicated, swift movements, removed helmet and gasmask.

Unmasked, he seemed older. Somewhere In his 40's, maybe. His pale face was mostly intact, barring the lengthy gash stretching from left ear to eye socket and the heavy scarification along his neck.

He looked solemnly to the younger woman with little hint of expression, icy blue eyes meeting hers and staring for several lengthy seconds.

"Grenadier 9866-A wishes to die, and believes if he intentionally commits errors, he will earn a Commissar's bolt."

He paused for a few seconds before continuing, voice without emotion. "Several weeks past he abandoned his post on guard duty and went AWOL into the Narisian countryside. I retrieved him and did not report the incident. I suspected with enough time he would cease his actions. But he was determined to turn himself in today."

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Postby Aishachan » Mon Jun 04, 2018 10:39 am

Makarov arched her brows as the Watchmaster unmasked them self. She'd dealt with Kreigers before and seen a number of them around on the base before, but it was rare that any of them other than a select few took their masks off. The pale, masticated face was simply at odds with the sharp, commanding voice and presence that came from the mask.

She scoffed. "I suppose that if the Grenadire does enough erroneous things he will earn a Commissars bolt, but that won't earn him redemption for Krieg, just further scorn and derision for himself."

"However, if you really think that his actions will stop, and that he won't be disruptive enough to cause problems then we are short on manpower, and there are punishments than death. If you're wrong, then we're both going to be held accountable. Understood?"

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