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Postby Commissar Cat » Wed Sep 26, 2018 6:28 am

Invited to take part in first scene:
Commissar Holt
Major Krugerman
Corporal Astora
Lieutenant Neskovich
Commissar Yorke
Specialist Deveraux
Private Maru
Medicae Creed
PDF: Foster
PDF: Commandant McKinnon

Invited to take part upon scene 2:
Blind's choice of Slone / Beckett
PDF: Tricia Bennett
Any additional IG guardsman called upon by Neskovich or Blind's choice of character.

This topic has a couple of brief static events that involved players already know about. The rest is down to how well everyone negotiates, and the outcome is open.

Please wait for both introduction posts before joining in.

Topic rating: Injury possible. Fatality decided by both players and GM discussion.
Violence in front of the Commissars in a negotiation setting will result in realistic consequences for the assailant.

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Postby Commissar Cat » Wed Sep 26, 2018 6:30 am

Only Foster had agreed to enter the base with Lothar. The commandant found it disappointing, but understood why.
He had after all, accepted the terms of the meeting, which had stated any PDF entering the base be unarmed, leaving their weapons in the vehicle outside.
Likewise, there had been a promise of goodwill from the Guard, that only commanding officers at the meeting would be armed.

Lothar had good faith that at the very least Commissar Holt and his logistics major knew better than to assault him, especially as the refugee camp and town was buzzing with word of the meeting.
Were the PDF selling out and joining the oppressors? Were they negotiating for the Imperials to leave? Was it a surrender?

Nobody was certain, but the public knowledge that McKinnon, a man of the community was entering the base voluntarily, was some insurance and security that he'd be able to walk out again.
Overtaxed as they were, the Guard could not deal with being stretched on the additional front of handling extended civilian riot.

Pulling into the South gate, Tricia was driving the PDF truck after some serious coercion.
Alongside, Lothar drove Foster in the Munitorum Wagon.
Inside were the data banks, parts and additional ammunition for the recovered sentinel, half a dozen of the recovered lasguns that had not been needed to arm the PDF, and after significant protracted negotiation from Foster, two of the recovered bottles of McKinnon Whiskey.
In exchange, Lothar had given up and simply bought them back from him.

After a rather brusque but respectful enough inspection by the Cadians at the gate, who bore Foster's objections with good natured amusement, the truck was allowed to park up.
Hopping out, Lothar slung his satchel over his shoulder with a glassy clink, and waited for his less sprightly comrade. Heading over to the other truck, he greeted Tricia, handing over his weapons for her to guard with the truck.

The Cadians milled around amiably and attempted to make light chat with the PDF lass, while stuck waiting for formal instructions to unload the Munitorum Wagon. Mere formality, but until McKinnon had actually met the COs, the contained equipment was in limbo.

"This way, sirs." a lance corporal offered a salute to both men, before leading them toward the meeting area in the cathedral.
The irony of having to be guided around the ruins of his own city made the cold air a little sharper that morning for Lothar, but he was here to do good. And he followed.

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Postby Commissar Cat » Mon Oct 01, 2018 7:32 am

The last time that the guard had gathered in the shrine built into the command spire had been for a much graver purpose; a tribunal.
Today Commissar Yorke had suggested it be used to meet the PDF, as it offered the most 'open air' of a meeting room, while still allowing formal seating, and a visible reminder that both sides served the same purpose, ultimately; preservation of mankind.

After some serious objection from the stewards and less objection from the Cadians, a few of the front pews had been turned to face inwards towards the slim centre isle. Creating a space less jury-like, and more that of a face to face meeting.
The altar nearby still allowing for supervision, should either commissar feel it necessary.

A small refreshments table waited by the entrance, with recaff and a black-eyed Unseen Son brandishing both the jug and accompanying surly demeanor.
It seemed at least one of the troopers who had been responsible for delaying the truck had been identified and dealt with.

Yorke stood at the altar, waiting for others to arrive, and gesturing for guardsmen to take seats as they did.

Upon Lothar and Foster arriving, he greeted them with warmth and recaff, leading Foster to his seat, and ushering McKinnon to wait with him at the front until Senior Commissar Holt arrived with Major Krugerman.
The commissar didn't say much, but remained amiable.

"I uh... I brought something to ease negotiations." Lothar opened his satchel with a little uncertainty, and revealed the whiskey bottles. He wasn't sure whether he should be addressing Cat or someone else, but Yorke seemed hospitable this morning.
The commissar laughed softly, "That ought to make you more popular at least." he accepted one of the bottles, "Save the other for Holt. Having to deal with this, he may thank you for it by the end." unstoppering the bottle, he administered a dram into Lothar and Foster's mugs.
He then gestured for anyone else to hurry up and hold out their own mugs before Holt arrived.

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There is no cut off, but if you are late to the topic, please write as though you are already here and listening. Unless you're Richard, because that would be weird. ))

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Postby Tabitha Maru » Mon Oct 01, 2018 1:43 pm

She wasn't all that sure why she was here. Had this only been a debriefing that would have made sense, or even a commissarial hearing (even if she wanted to be as far away from one of those as possible). But diplomacy? She didn't even know how to start. Still... when a commissar calls you don't refuse. Moreover you make sure to be there on time.

She stepped into the shrine she ahd been to once before and saluted commissar Yorke. Once given leave to sit down she quickly cast a glance around her, the recaff looked inviting but the Unseen Son considerably less so. Instead she took a few quick steps and sat down on the indicated pew. Sitting still and not really saying anything when the two PDF soldiers arrived.

In truth she didn't know what to think of them. On one hand they weren't exactly fighting the Tau together with the guard, at least not actively. But these two had come to their assistance against the Kroot. So if nothing else that made them deserve the benefit of the doubt.
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Postby Hobbsy » Mon Oct 01, 2018 9:13 pm

Being an old navy hand himself, Foster had no iusse with going to the imperial base. He couldn't quite understand why no one else has opted to join them though. As sour as things have gotten between the guards and the locals, they were still human. They had promised good will, so shooting them would only make them look bad and after all that had happened, the precautions were understandable.

That didn't mean he would go easy on them. Even if they were friendly, the base could still come under attack whilst they were there. Therefore the experienced elder would prefer as much weapons as possible whist on base. He had hoped they would have lost patience with him and let him pass. But the young men, Emperor bless their irritating smiles, were to damn considerate!

And now here he was, almost defenceless in the biggest target this side of Naris, seated with a cup of weak recaff. Although the beverage reminded him of the old ship days, he still would have preferred something stronger. Thankfully the Commissar who had greeted them, a tall and tired looking man, offered a cup of 'Mckinnon's peace offering' to them both. Returning the man's smile with an enthusiastic one of his own, Foster added a little from his new cup to his recaff cup. Enjoying the strengthened brew, the undertaker watch on as people started to enter with his usual resting sneer. He immediately recognized the youth who had taken over the sentinel and struggled to get it back to base. If she wanted to be a pilot, she'd need a lot more practice.
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Postby LaxKnight » Mon Oct 01, 2018 10:30 pm

Being that her office was in the Cathedral HQ and seeking any excuse to get out of paperwork, it was unsurprising that Lieutenant Victoria Neskovich was one of the first to appear. Her presence made sense: she was a key figure in two incidents where the PDF was involved including the one which brought them here now. Her limp was all but gone from the bullet wound she sustained as she entered the room. With her ushanka removed, it was just her chocolate brown hair pulled back into a precise military bun. She gave a nod first to Commissar Cat then everyone else in the room except the battered Unseen Son. She wasn’t quite sure how wise it was to have one of their ilk here, considering how they tried to sabotage the mission they were here for but thought nothing more on it.

When offered a recaff Victoria politely declined with a wave of her hand but when she was offered the whiskey she pulled out a flask, drank what little was left of it, then silently offered the flask to be filled. Was it possibly considered unprofessional for an officer to be drinking in front of foreigners and subordinates? Perhaps in any other regiment but she was Valhallan and Valhallans never refused a drink. It was often how they bonded and showed respect. She was no different, just a little wiser. Once given, she would take a sip, mulling it over with practiced tastebuds before swallowing. She gave Lothar a nod of approval in his choice of drink.
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Postby Commissar Cat » Fri Oct 05, 2018 11:28 pm

Cat obliged Victoria with the whiskey with some dry amusement, listening for the sound that the flask was becoming fuller before stopping the pour. Looking a little perplexed that Private Maru seemed to be sat tensely without a drink, he snapped his fingers at the thug by the door, who rather meekly produced a recaff for the driver. The Unseen Son placed it beside Tabitha before skulking back to the door like a scolded child, happy to be away from Yorke's glare.

Yorke looked around at the group, sensing a little concern, "This really isn't anything to worry about. We're here because, in theory, we could begin to work more closely with the PDF, and you were simply the first to experience doing so."
Lothar nodded, not having much to add with his mug at his mouth. He swallowed, "Well, other than the guards and techpriests who assisted at Candlemass."

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Postby CyGamer » Sun Oct 07, 2018 12:32 am

Jaren nervously shuffled into the room, feeling out of place the moment he stepped in. He hadn’t been of note during the expedition, only doing the bare minimum to help his fellow guardsmen. A few bandages and some painkillers was all he’d been good for. The only combat he saw was the kroot he had shot, and even then it was distracted. But he felt he should be here, to help with the diplomatic efforts. There was also the need to sort through some of the medical supplies found in the crash, and Emperor knew the base needed all they could get.

As he entered he saw commissar Yorke, have a quick salute, before moving to take a seat. Hopefully this would go well. And if anyone got hurt at least he was there to help.

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Postby Fates End » Sun Oct 07, 2018 7:23 pm

While everyone else was busy doing---whatever the hell it was they came here to do. Tricia was trying to fight a headache from lack of sleep and simultaneously try very, very hard to glare sullenly at a Cadian guard opposite her. He wasn't making it easy.

She was currently standing just outside the truck they'd rescued. Now inside the damn guard base, staring at the damn guardsman who was---why was he smiling? It wasn't like she looked terribly good. Her clothing was baggy and didn't fit right. Her face was covered in a fresh layer of dirt---she hadn't felt like trying to bum a shower off someone and she really hadn't felt like going back to her house to take a shower there. When was the last time she'd showered? A week ago? That sounded right.

Why. Was. He. SMILING? She tried scowling harder, the guard weren't supposed to smile. They were supposed to be mean, evil and outright bastards. And yet, here was a Cadian with a nice smile and kind eyes. And he was aiming that smile at her like a lasgun.

Utterly baffled and frustrated, she leaned back against the truck and struck up a pose of nonchalance. Trying to ignore the man and look anywhere else. Tricia settled for studying the sky and silently praying that Lothar would do whatever it was he came to do and she could go home soon. The PDF camp---maybe try to catch some sleep. And most importantly, get away from that smile.
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Postby LaxKnight » Tue Oct 09, 2018 12:20 am

Victoria took another drink from her flask before stashing it away in her greatcoat. She's drunk enough for now. Cat and Lothar exchanged some words and Lothar brought up the incident during Candlemass.

“Glad to hear those Techpriests made it. How are those generators going?” she asked.
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Postby Commissar Cat » Tue Oct 09, 2018 3:52 pm

Lothar wanted to respond that everything was fine; it was his place to reassure people day to day. But this meeting was about honesty. A certain greyness passed across his face as he looked into his mug rather than face Neskovich.
"The repairs hold. But we barely have the fuel to run them. People donate what they can, and we both scavenge and barter, but by the time winter comes again, we will not have enough to keep the hospital functioning."

The commandant sighed softly, "Merovech has a chokehold on imports, if any even reach Valmaria. And as a 'rebelling' nation we do not get Munitorum backing for the PDF. We have nothing left, bar that which we can summon from the earth, or pick from the ruins."

Finally looking at the Lieutenant, Lothar murmured, "It's how you understand the type of man who remains with us. They would not live through that deprivation and ignore the open arms of the xeno and the black market, without good reason."

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Postby Hobbsy » Tue Oct 09, 2018 4:53 pm

Watching from were he sat, Foster took in all who entered with his ever bulging eyes. First was the officer in the large coat. It was a pity that she wore it, you really can't make out her figure in it. Though old man raised an eyebrow as she took out the flask. Why didn't he think of that? He had one back at the shop, he could have gotten more to drink! It was safe to say Foster immediately felt a certain kind of camaraderie with her in that moment.

Then there was another Cadian with the medical sign on him. Foster always found their eyes a worry, reminded him too much of the warp. As the Commandant started to talk about the type of men he had, the undertaker head would snap round with surprising speed. His head titled and his big bulging eyes fix on the conversation.
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Postby LaxKnight » Mon Oct 15, 2018 1:13 am

It was good to hear that the generators were still going well but as Lothar continued to speak about the hardships and plights of his people Victoria turned to give him her full attention. He talked about how they are pretty much getting by on scraps before looking at her, stating how it spoke of the loyalists to deny the Xenos and the Black Market even through their hardship.

All of this took a few moments as Victoria took a moment to choose her words; her face unreadable as she contemplated. It shouldn’t be considered a great feat to stay loyal to the Emperor; it should simply be their duty. Those that abandon it are traitors and should be purged. However, she respected those who persevered through hardship and tragedy. They were also supposed to win the hearts and minds of the people and this meeting would be the first step to completing this goal. She didn’t want to sabotage any of those efforts, meaning her next words required tact.

Victoria’s icy blue eyes regarded Lothar as she said, “I can not speak for the Imperium, but I can say we are all facing a struggle in one form or another. I also hope, however, that whatever faith you and your people still have in the Imperium is rewarded.”
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Postby Richard » Mon Oct 22, 2018 6:57 pm

The door creaks open, and Major Krugerman enters, smiling pleasantly at those she recognizes. Holt holds the door open for her. As she makes her way to the table for recaf, Holt surveys the room, returning salutes. After Major Krugerman makes her introductions, and Holt successfully cows the room with his menacing, mono-eyed glare, they take their seats at the front of the assembly.

Holt says nothing. Krugermann speaks.

"Thank you all for coming today. I know this is quite a delicate matter, and that just bringing it all to light has been difficult. I think its important to our cohesion, as a unit, to bring all of our concerns out into the open, hash them out, and learn how we can best move forward."

Anya looks at Holt, her easy smile never leaving her face. "Commissar Holt will weigh in with his questions, or orders, when he feels it is necessary. But as this is a logistical issue, he has seen fit to give me the lead."

She turns her gaze back to the crowd. "But I'd like to start by hearing from you all. How can we use this crisis as an opportunity to bring the Guard and the PDF together?"

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Postby Commissar Cat » Wed Oct 24, 2018 11:32 am

Lothar gave Foster a patient but sad shake of the head.
"I'm sorry, Foster. Having a heavily armed sentinel in the PDF barracks would make us a rich target for thieves and rebels. We have nothing like the level of security that the Imperial Guard do. We can't guard something like that, not all the time."
McKinnon attempted to soothe the older man by pointing out the amount of rogues and thieves still roaming Naris, rather than the fact the Guard were very unlikely to leave such a weapon in civilian hands.
"While I'm sure the PDF can be trusted, there are a lot of desperate people in the city who would sell us out for much less than this."

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Outside, the Cadians continued pottering around and amiably sharing their smokes and recaff. They seemed a little perplexed, if amused by the young woman attempting to appear surly, but didn't openly mock her.
After all, it was her city long before it was their base.

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Postby Tabitha Maru » Thu Oct 25, 2018 2:26 am

In all fairness she felt more than a little out of place, sipping the recaff the Unseen son had left her. She wasn't too sure what her input would add to the situation really, all she had done was drive and fight. Surely this meeting would have been better with just the officers? But apparently they saw it differently and here she was.
The stern-looking man's glances had not gone unnoticed, he must wonder what she was doing here too and clearly did not like it one bit. She opted to just avoid his sneers.

When Commissar Holt and Major Krugerman entered the room she put the cup beside her and shotm up to stand at attention giving them both a crisp salute. Once they had sat down once more and the rest of the group the young cadian followed suit. She listened intently to first the major and then the commandant as he listed the items they had found.

500 imperial yards of bunting? Really? What would they do with that? That seemed extraordinarily useless considering the circumstances...

Her attention was brought from her thoughts back to the meeting when the stern man announced that in his mind it'd be very helpful if the guard would hand the sentinel over. She glanced at him curiously. Was that why he had given her the look earlier? That she had piloted it back to base when he actually wanted it? Well... she supposed it was kinda fun to pilot and all and she guessed being given a sentinel would help the PDF better help them.
But did he really expect anyone to agree to that? They were short enough on vehicles as is, what with the sabotage that burned down the motor pool and the occasional loss out in the field. Their long patrols did nothing to help matter either, with such long hauls between stops that if you ended up in trouble you'd essentially be running on fumes. They had resupply points of course, but lately it felt like a bit of a gamble wether it had been looted by the time they got there. If only they had the manpower to properly protect... Oh

"Uhm... excuse me sir, ma'am... but couldn't the PDF help us with places to refuel and rearm on our long patrols? And with their connections to the locals perhaps avoid ambushes better?"
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