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Postby Warsmith Wolf » Thu Feb 01, 2018 12:16 pm

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Thu Feb 01, 2018 3:32 pm

The only thing that could match and surpass the sullenness of the Unseen Sons was the Unparalleled grim demeanour of the Death Korps of Krieg.
#9453/1-101 was very keen on improving cooperation between the regiments on both officer levels and in joint operations between grunts, the willingness of the 58th Cadian to work together with Kriegers and other regiments was noted to be higher after the Candlemas Ball; apparently Captain Perray was good at spreading rumours of assistance. As planned.
But at the end those results were superficial at best, sure the chances of the troops and officers to work together were increased but the tactical and strategic mindset of each regiment remained unchanged, frequently resulting in unknowing ignorance of each other's abilities.
Here, the Officers will not only be able to work together, but also Think together.

Heavy Anthrazitgrau Greatcoat, abnormal height and Ranks on shoulders indicated that this is indeed: a Krieger, of the 9453/554th Company and its Commanding Officer. Followed by an aide of similar height carrying a small supply of notepads and pencils should they run out or a picture of any type needs to be illustrated.

A Knock on the door, followed by the supposed granting of access and subsequent entry of the Officer, the Hauptmann walked into the room. A Bit early but it was never a bad thing to be early. With his helmet and Respirator Removed and resting under his arm, the sharp features of the Unit were rather clear. At the appropriate distance the pair stopped, twin clicks of boots announced theor arrival with the leader saluting the Political Officer "Commissar Wittmann, Hauptmann Unit #9453/1-101 and Hauptwachmeister Aide Unit #9453/11-103 reporting for Inter-Regimental War Game."

[[Not sure how good it is Krieg-Wise. But this is it probably. Do tell me if there's something wrong
Introducing: 9453rd Krieg Storm Company. A Less Beefy but more well-rounded type of Kriegers.
Careful +2 (The plan must be thoroughly examined and then executed. All to the tiniest parts of it.)
Clever +2 (The Plan must be effective in the first place. Should it fail, the Units are expected to find an alternative plan that fits the strategic goal)
Forceful +2 (The Plan must be Decisive and Effectively executed. Heavier equipment can be used by designated Artillery Regiments)
Sneaky +2 (The Plan must be effective, but also invisible to the enemy during preparation, mustering, early stages of execution and retreat for planning out the next offensive)
Quick +1 (Heavier emphasis was put into preserving the momentum and fluid execution of the mission than its swiftness, a Chimera can roll forward so long as it has a supply chain that fuels it. Infantrymen only need rations.)
Flashy 0 (You know Erika is the Exception right?)]]
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Postby LaxKnight » Fri Feb 02, 2018 8:38 am

If you were early you were on time, if you were on time, you were late, and if you were late you were fucked. It was something Victoria's father told her when she was very young, something that he tried to instill in her in before she joined the Guard, and something she still held onto now. It has been awhile since she last got a letter from her father. Understandable given how she changed regiments and warzones, but curse the damn Administratum for their inefficiency! She often thought about him while enjoying a drink alone in her office and every night she prayed to the Emperor for a letter from him.

The Captain was far too busy with his work to participate in this joint command wargame so the Executive Officer, being her, was sent to represent her regiment. The cold didn't bother the Valhallan but it dawned on her that she has met very few of her fellow officers. While the circumstances that spawned this event were deplorable, she couldn't help but admit that this was needed. The only other officer she could recall in recent memory was Eckhardt. That had to change. Victoria looked at the bottle in her hand, considered a drink, then thought against it as she stored it back in it's home in her safe. It wouldn't do to have alcohol on her breath for first impressions. "Hold down the fort Nora. Got to play pretend war," she said to her aide, who only responded with a 'Mhmm'.

Her office occupied one of the many disused rooms on the second floor so it was a simple walk down the hallway to the room the game was held. She noted, with a frown, that so far the only people in the room were Kriegers. They recently became one of her least favorite people thanks to incidents that necessitated this wargame but her recent duty with a Watchmaster over Candlemass forced her to reconsider it. Now, she'll take them on a case by case basis like she does with most people. Except 2nd Sons. Fuck all of those guys. Victoria took off her flak ushanka revealing chocolate brown hair in a military bun, mainly so she wouldn't have to salute anyone, and clipped it to her belt before heading over to the only other officer there. Time to feel this one out.

"Good morning, sir, Commissar," she said to the two of them, "Do we know how many people are showing up to this thing?"


52nd Valhallan Ice Warriors (Department of Transportation)

Careful: 2 [We are often called upon to do our job in hazardous environments and conditions. Plus explosives.]
Clever: 1 [Operate a lot as engineers and got to arm, and many times fix, our gear].
Flashy: 0 [We work and drink too much to care. Have you seen Cpl Morov's beard?]
Forceful: 3 [We're Valhallans! We refuse to die!! We punch through our problems! Vehicles and explosives help though.]
Quick: 2 [Being the Department of Transportation, we have (you guessed it!!) transports! And a lot of them. Up to and including Chimeras and Hellhound variants.]
Sneaky: 1 [Sometimes, we got to do some sabotage/mine laying or disarm things quietly.]
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Postby Tabitha Maru » Fri Feb 02, 2018 5:02 pm

This could be interesting. A wargame hosted by the krieg regimental commisar to foster better relations between the regiments, or at least make the officer's understand one another better. Lieutenant Yudel Eckhardt wasn't quite certain what he expected. On one hand he expected something precise and sterile, very krieg in nature. A demonstration of their way of thinking and an expectation to conform or adjust to that. But then, he had been surprised by the kriegers before.

The cadian lieutenant rolled the lho-stub in his mouth as he walked through the corridors, mentally going through the current status of his own soldiers. He had been reviewing his every note on the unit under his command prior to leaving for this event. In case it would come up during this wargame. It wasn't that unlikely after all.

As he passed by the Unseen son guards they gave him a nonchalant salute and that made him stop in his tracks. The slight was obvious and the reason for it equally so. With no words spoken, he looked the two soldiers over. Putting their names and appearance to memory as he patiently waited. Maintaining a stoic facade and taking a deep puff from his lho-stub. It didn't take too long before the two soldiers began shifting under his gaze and then repeated the salute, properly this time. Eckhardt returned the salute crisply and then went on his way.

This animosity between the Cadians and the Unseen Sons was getting out of hand, not nearly as bad as the recent kerfuffles with the Death Korps but he was getting the impression it was only a matter of time before it started affecting morale. Or worse. Perhaps this event would be a start to address that as well.

He stepped into the sub nave and glanced around briefly, the commissar that had invited them was there of course. Far be it from one of the political officers of the munitorum to be late, particularly for an event of their own hosting. He could also see a captain of the kriegers, which was expected. As he passed Lt Neskovich he gave her a brief nod of recognition before turning his attention fully to the commissar. Giving the man a crisp salute.

"Lt Eckhardt of the 58th Cadian reporting in, sir."

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Cadian 58th "The carnodons"
Careful: 2
Clever: 1
Flashy: 1
Forceful: 2
Quick: 3
Sneaky: 0
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Postby Nevaraon » Sat Feb 03, 2018 2:40 am

As with most of his Regiment, he could be heard very clearly striding down the hallway. The loud metallic clang of iron shod boots rebounded off the walls as the man approached.

He wore a suit of platemail similar to those worn by his compatriot last, but much more finely crafted and fitted closer to the contours of his body, all overlaid with a black and red Greatcoat not unlike the ones worn by Commissars, but emblazoned on the front left side was a red stitched emblem of the Eye of Katavar. A simple insignia of an eye with a quarter circle extending upwards from the eye’s right side; a quarter circle extending downwards from the left side; and lines extending from both quarter circles.

He carried a smooth faced helm under one arm and rested his other hand on the handle of an intricately carved whip as he clanged into the room.

His steely grey eyes scanned the room as he walked towards Wittmann. His face, which might have once been handsome, but now could only describe as distinguished, had several scars and a nose that had been smashed inwards and never fully healed correctly. His short cut hair was jet black with grey streaks at the temples. But despite the obviously rough years, the man still walked with a spring in his step.

“Lord Knight Commander Tyr Urdnot reporting for unit cooperations exercise.” He said in a firm baritone. “Here are some of the preparations reports you wanted for my assessment of my company.”
With his free hand, he reached into an inner jacket pocket; withdrew some papers, and offered them to the Commissar

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Katavarian Freeblades

Careful:+1 (most of their men are a bit reckless)
Cunning:+2 (trained from birth in warfare)
Flashy:+2 (knights in space is flashy)
Forceful:+3. (A few basilisks and heavy infantry)
Quick:+1 (they have a few Chimeras and a rough rider detachment)
Sneaky:+0 (not a very sneaky bunch)
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Postby Commissar Cat » Mon Feb 05, 2018 9:49 pm

"-ecause it's partly your fault this happened at all!"
"But it's so boring, they don't even use real miniatures."
"Get in there before I throw you in there. You can paint your toys later."

The bickering is faintly audible along the corridors, but ceases just short of the doorway.
Propelled by an unseen but assumed shove, Commissar Yorke stepped rapidly into the room, with the air of a teenager dragged to an event by their parent. He saluted neatly, silently, and cleared the way for his captain to enter, seeking a wall or corner, before somebody found a use for him.

Captain Francis Gaskell, with a fairer if slightly forced upbeat demeanor, followed in his wake.
Saluting, the Iron Guard greeted Wittman, "Gaskell, Mordian 183rd. And this one-" he caught Cat in his retreat with hard glance rather than a physical hand to the arm, "-is here to learn, and assist in whatever occupation is best suited."

It was a little hard for him to blend in, even in the artificial lighting, the white uniform gleamed. But Gaz stepped back, and politely greeted those already assembled, and observed them with quiet interest. Despite a sound tactical mind, which had led to his longevity in the field, Gaskell was secretly nervous. There was a suspicion that the exercise may cause him to need to read, something that was a distinct struggle for a man raised entirely illiterate.

In the guise of being better organised, Commissar Yorke, by which it was implied, the long suffering Corporal Vayne, had prepared the Mordian regimental sheet.

Mordian 183rd:
Careful: 4 - 183rd are largely an occupational force that work with civilians to rebuild occupied territories. They are supremely mindful of losses and resources.
Clever: 2 - Requisite to not be dead.
Flashy: 2 - All eyes on the shiny boyes.
Forceful: 1 - When that doesn't work, punch it.
Quick: 0 - Consideration leads to very slow deployment and decisions.
Sneaky: 0 - You cannot see the man in snow white uniform standing in that bush.

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Postby Aishachan » Mon Feb 19, 2018 12:30 am

Makarov hadn't been at anything that sparked this- hab block, tribunal or anything in between- and didn't know Wittmann as well as she knew some of the other Commissars. However, she'd managed to get an accounting of the part of the tribunal that pertained to the situation at hand, and had started to form an impression of Wittmann. The tribunal had sounded arduous and like a mess, though that wasn't surprising, but Wittmann seemed a good man and a good Commissar, from what she'd seen so far.

She made her way into the room after Cat and Gaskell, having run late in her last appointment before making her way to the Sub-Nave. Along with her ever present dataslate was a small note pad and, like the other Commissars in the room and at least one other, she had her great coat on. Apparently it was just the fashion. Everyone who was anyone was wearing one.

She gave everyone a nod as she slipped past, and moved over to Witmann, quietly offering him an apology for being late.

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Postby Hobbsy » Tue Feb 20, 2018 1:49 am

The sound of boots on stone echoed down the corridor, growing louder until a figure stumbled in through the doorway. Cutting his speed in half and almost losing his extra foot or so of fur hat in the process, the vostroyan officer adjusted his spectacles and snapped off a hasty salute. "Second lieutenant Chrisov Smolenski, representative for the Vostroyan Firstborn 34th!" He sputtered, not sure who exactly was the highest ranked and therefore the one he should be saluting. His comment would have been more accurate if he had stated 'the remaining Vostroyans on base' considering the loses his own had sustained so far.

The unexpected figure who had barged in was of medium high. Adorned in the right attire for a glorious office of the firstborn, his build didn't seem to do it credit. Although he at least sported a small and well kept moustache, his dirty blonde hair which seemed to be sneaking out from the white fur hat hinted that the hair on top of his head wasn't as well kept. With the round spectacles on the tip of his nose completing the appearance, it was clear that he wasn't the exact material you would expect on the front line.

With a unique cain under his saluting arm and a large folder of paper under the other, he drop the saluting hand and made his way to a empty spot. "Sorry for the late entry." He sheepishly apologised "I had some trouble gathering the info I needed."

[[Allo! So, this isn't one of my characters. But it might be one day! Vostroyans have been hinted to be around Naris and others have made characters for them before, so without further ado;

34th Vostroyan Firstborn
Careful: 2 (You have to be when fighting in cities)
Clever: 3 (Been at this war stuff for generations!)
Flashy: 2 (Very shiny, very inspirational)
Forceful: 2 (Well armoured and trained soldiers)
Quick: 0 (Got to clear very trench to clam a battlefield)
Sneaky: 0 (An extra foot of fur on your head isn't exactly camouflage..)

In short, all the gears with all the ideas.]]
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Postby Nevaraon » Wed Feb 21, 2018 2:28 am

Urdnot stepped (clanged?) his way up to the table, standing near Makarov. As he scanned the map and looked for the pieces that would designate his own troops.

He suddenly spoke aloud. “I have heard many good things about you Commissar Makarov. My men say that you are a woman that i could respect. Organized, careful, confident, harsh when required, merciful when required. Is this true?”

He turned his eyes away from the maps to look at her. His steely grey eyes seemed to be searching for something, but Makarov probably wouldn’t be entirely sure as to what the Lord Knight Commander could want.

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Postby Commissar Cat » Wed Feb 21, 2018 2:19 pm

The grip on Yorke's arm tightened, unseen, as he opened his mouth to respond. Gaskell's eyes flicked under the peak of his cap from Wittman, to Makarov and back to Cat.
Closing his mouth and gently furrowing his eyebrows, the commissar paused.
Don't give them any more fuel. Please. The tired eyes of a father spoke, and Cat for once, listened.

"I'm sure it'll be very informative." Yorke replied to Wittman quietly, with a detectable deadness in his tone and expression to anyone familiar with him, "...Where do you need me to be?"

Gaz relaxed slightly and released his friend's arm, turning his attention to the table. That at least seemed familiar. Though the particular method of use varied across regiments, he'd seen plenty similar preparations in his time.

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Thu Feb 22, 2018 1:30 am

Why did the Obrest come here? Were #74-C-2802/E or any other Hauptmann in the 554th too busy to attend? Did he wish to observe the performance of his subordinate as a way to determinate if it's fitting for promotion? Did he wish to observe #9453/1-101's conduct with non-Kriegers? Or was it simple curiosity on how other units behave, even though it is unlikely as reports were invented for a reason.
The Hauptmann could not really answer any of these questions without further data; where does the Obrest look? What is he fixing his attention on?

More observation was necessary, and #1-101 did just that; Content to stand in silence until someone bothers to address him while observing the proceedings. Any Questions he my have concern the mission, and they will be answered in the Briefing.

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Postby Hobbsy » Thu Feb 22, 2018 6:25 am

With a visible exhale of relief, the Vostroyan made his way to aside table set against the wall of the room. Content to be out of anyone's attention, he carefully set down the bulging folder and began attending to the crumpled mismatch pieces of paper. Within a minute they were organized to an acceptable level. Satisfied, Chrisov turn to face the other officers once more, both hands resting on his cain. The cain was of a unique design; made of either a dark ivory or wood, its long slender body was topped with a small skull and ended with a extended corkscrew point of sorts.

As the Commissar ask if there were questions, Smolemski said nothing. Perish the thought of asking a question in a round where most likely everyone out ranked you! He would be more than happy to simply observe the others as things progress and speak when spoken to. He did raise his cain off the ground to tap it down on again, the eyes in the skull flickering as he did so.
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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Thu Feb 22, 2018 11:29 pm

2 minutes after Obrest Richter arrived the creak of the door opening and hushed footsteps heralded the arrival of a newcomer, a pale faced woman in a fresh officers uniform, truth be told she looked remarkably well presented and cleaned up given that prior to discovery and finally making contact with imperial forces she and the remnants of her unit had been waging a guerilla war against the enemy xenos forces for nearly a year.

"the captain sends his regards, he would've attended personally but felt a fresh set of eyes would be best for this endeavour" the new arrival began, her voice low yet relaxed in tone "also this presented a unique opportunity to get myself acquainted with my peers and colleagues" there was a pause as she handed over some neatly folded papers to Wittmann before pulling a rather battered dataslate out from one of the larger pockets on her uniform "suffice to say i've brought myself up to speed regarding unit strength and everything else regarding our situation, given i've been out of the loop for a while."


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Prometheron 653rd "Bridge Burners"
Careful: +2 (despite appearances and attitude they are not reckless or foolhardy)
Clever: +2 (cunning and resourceful, kinda have to be in order to survive where they're from)
Flashy: +0 (do not look to them for inspiration)
Forceful: +0 (though adept at dealing with fortifications and able to punch above their weight they are scouts and sappers foremost, not heavy infantry)
Quick: +2 (be it on foot, in transports or on mounts they are swift and adaptable)
Sneaky: +3 (they hear everything, see everything, but are never seen)
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Postby Tabitha Maru » Sat Feb 24, 2018 7:16 am

"Yes, Commissar. The captain would have been here, but a developing situation required her attention. Instead, I'll do my best to represent the regiment in her stead"

When the commissar turned to the next officer, the cadian turned to the table and began studying it. Trying to get an idea of what kinds of situations that this wargame might present to them. The officers present were quite representative of the larger force, just as colourful a group as the baracks were. This would be quite interesting for sure.

Glancing to Victoria as she approached and then turning towards the table when she referred to it.

"Hah, yes. I imagine the rules aren't nearly as elegant either. Though I'd say this whole set up once more serves to prove that the Death Korp does not do half-measures. The level of detail is quite impressive"
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Postby Archer » Wed Feb 28, 2018 2:57 pm

Slowly Luca approached in his freshly pressed and polished dress uniform his beret on his head and cloak laid over him, Luca had been given permission to attend this meeting of the minds and see how the officers of these regiments performed. Of course, really he was here to evaluate the officer's present mental ability, he had already started a review on a couple officers he could continue now with backing from the ranking Commissar on the base. As his boots gave sharp clicks as he walked towards the guards, his cloak billowing out slightly as he raised a gloved hand to wave to the soldiers at the doorway as he passed them. He stepped into the room slowly shifting himself to look at the others taking off his beret as brushed his black uniform.

He snapped a salute to the room full of officers as he moved step back and wait until they began wargames proper. It was not his place to speak currently he was here on business. Carefully he took a data-slate he had requested out to make his notes on he would have the records transferred out of it later for his personal benefit and review. It would be easier than writing down his notes, carefully he readied the slate and stood off to the side of the room his eyes moving between the officers, commissars, and all the different regimental uniforms before them. With that done Luca was ready to begin his task from Holy Terra, the officers could not know why he here only that he was and that he would assist as needed but his true purpose could not be disclosed.

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Postby Aishachan » Wed Feb 28, 2018 3:51 pm

11 minutes early was 19 minutes late to Makarov. If she'd offered to assist with this then she should have been there early, before any of the troops, to help with set up that might have been needed as well as to hear any last minute details that Witmann might have had. Still, it wouldn't do to have her extrapolating on the point in front of the troops, or bringing it up if he didn't feel it important. She'd just have to try to be on time in the future.

She settled in, glancing at the board and then at the officers that had assembled. The exercise was one that she thought would be good for everyone, and even enjoyable. As she glanced at the gathered personnel a Vostroyan officer came rushing in, nearly loosing his hat in the process. (Something that, it had been joked in at least one regiment she'd been in before, was quite lethal to them.) After his entrance Witmann opened the floor to questions, though people seemed reluctant to ask. The Vostroyan seemed content to be quiet, and another Bridge Burner- with her trade mark pale skin and [presumably?] dark ringed eyes- arrived as well. Yorke seemed unenthused about the whole thing, and only staying for Gaskell. The Kriegers were Kriegers. Victoria spoke to another officer; she was a good officer though, and Makarov would be surprised if she didn't do well.

Still though, they surely couldn't have this many reticent officers. "If you have any questions at all, or missed anything now is the time." She added, glancing across the group.

Then her attention was taken by the clanging joining of Urdnot. She would admit that she didn't know much about the Lord Knight Commander, or know him personally. She had seen Croaker give Yorke a whip (who hadn't at least heard about that?) and she had a favorable opinion of Croaker himself, so she was at least predisposed well to the Commander. (He was also wearing a stormcoat, so he had to be one of the cool kids!) The sudden compliment made her arch her brows and blink.

"I strive to be. Although I would never presume such, lest it go to my head and make me lax in pursuit of my duties." She might not have known what he was looking for- she hoped this wasn't an attempt to curry favor- but she still met his eyes, her own sea-green gaze unflinching and unfaltering: Commissars didn't back down.

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Wed Feb 28, 2018 4:07 pm

Whatever mechanism driving the thoughts of the Hauptmann, they came to a conclusion that required actiom to proceed.
"Lieutenant Halvus, your Regiment specializes in Stealth and Manuverability, yet lacks in direct combat power. Correct? The Company under my Command has a similar doctrine but is less manuverable with heavier equipment. Would a cooperation between our forces allow for better hidden flanking manouvers and provide a mobile bulwark for your troops?"

He could not know if the tasks given to them will involve a set time for their completion. Devicing a general idea of a plan seems helpful.

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