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Postby Richard » Tue Oct 02, 2018 12:40 pm

Holt sorted his papers, waved over his auto-quill servo skull, took a sip of his recaf, and scooted his chair into his desk. He allowed himself a slight smile as he read the chronometer. Two minutes early. He still had it.

At precisely 05:00, the beginning of his designated office receiving hours, Holt called out, "Right, lets begin. Whoever's first, come in."

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Tue Oct 02, 2018 1:02 pm

Perceptively at 0500 and the seconds it took the Commissar to announce his availability 2 knocks were heard upon the door
"Krieg Captain Unit #9453/1-101 requesting entry per appointment"

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Postby Richard » Tue Oct 02, 2018 1:33 pm

"Please, Captain, it's a pleasure, as always. What do you have for me today?"

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Postby Peridot Onyx » Tue Oct 02, 2018 1:41 pm

Behind Johannes was the audible clicking of hard nails on tiles in rapid succession, as Hondjie arrived on a Most Important Mission. It was important that everyone on base had a purpose, and apparently Lieutenant Hondjie now had a morning duty.
Not waiting for an invitation, the now rather chubby dog headbutted the door until it opened and then trotted inside.

Hondjie knew that Big Important and Small important worked in this office.
Small Important was much taller than Big Important, which didn't confuse Hondjie as dogs are incapable of abstract thought. Small Important always paid in biscuits, which was what Hondjie paid attention to.

Finding only Big Important sat at the desk, Hondjie huffed audibly through a mouthful of folded newspaper, Big Important often Forgot Biscuits. Likely because he was a very busy Important. Hondjie forgave him. Because Hondjie didn't hold grudges.

Depositing this morning's newspaper neatly at Holt's feet, wrapped in a slightly damp cellophane cover, Hondjie sat for a moment, examining the commissar for signs of payment, before departing. This time the dog was especially careful to keep any wagging to a minimum until Outside the room, whacking Johanne's legs with a swishing tail on the way out, a sense of achievement visible in the canine's proud waddle.

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Tue Oct 02, 2018 2:02 pm

Politely waiting for the thankfully non-rabidly-mutated Canid to do its duty and ignoring the whacking of the Tail, the Krieg Hauptmann stepped into the Office and snapped in a precise salute, his greatcoat and equipment cleaned shined and given a good treatment by a Matte-cover to make him less of an obvious target without hindering the appearance of the Officer. His Left Hand, while pinned to his side held a long and sealed cylinder, also pinned to his side and foot standing upwards just like the Krieger who held it, reinforced by Metal and Guarded by a Multi Combi-Key Lock.
The Escort of 5 Krieg Units waited outside, forming a barrier of Carapace and Hellguns from whatever may attempt to come in unauthorised.

"Salutations, Senior Commissar Unit Holt. This Unit Bids you Satisfactory Morning"
The Krieger's Respirator rasped, its muffling effect and skull design hiding anything resembling a living man.
"Prior to initiating conversation, this Unit must know the preferable speech pattern to address Commissar Unit with: Standard or Human-like?"

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Postby Richard » Fri Oct 05, 2018 2:46 pm

Holt sips his recaf to hide his amusement. "And a satisfactory morning to you, sir. As for speech patterning, whatever is most expedient for you, Captain."

He took the newspaper from the floor, folded it neatly in one hand, scanning the headlines with his eye-implant.

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Fri Oct 05, 2018 3:57 pm

The Officer nodded
"Affirmative. Adjusting Accordingly."
#1-101's respirator hissed as the Kreiger unpressurised the Mechanism of the respirator. Perhaps for whatever underlying purpose the man decided that conversation with Holt without the normal Krieg approach is better.
He stepped to the Table, now without the Greatcoat and Helmet revealing his sharp features and gently placed the cylinder upon the table with heavy thudd coming from the weight of the thing.

The Cylinder in question is Dark Metal, thick and adorned with Brass Rings, its opening sealed with a Heavy Lock bearing multiple code combinations and one hole for a key.

[[Ignore the Pipe]]

He spoke with precise and direct manner, punctuating his words with each vowl and sound, not too loud to appear demanding but enough to appear serious and sincere.
"Herr Kommissar, I am about to reveal crucial Strategic Data of Imperial Forces on the continent. If you have any means of ensuring what will be said during this conversation remains in this room, I request their employment."

After a moment if deliberation he added
"I will also need your Table, sir"

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Postby Richard » Sun Oct 14, 2018 12:27 pm

Holt blinked, looking at the enormous stacks of papers and dataslates, trying to come up with a reason not to move them. He had strategically arranged each pile to hide the various dings, dents and stains left by years of misuse from its previous owner. There was nothing for it. The insistent Krieger captain would have his way.

He cleared his throat. "Of course, Captain, of course," he said, as he helped the captain clear the space. Then, for good measure, Holt activates the stummer under his desk. How many times has it been this week?

"You may speak freely now, Captain. Strategic data, then? What have you been gathering?"

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Sun Oct 14, 2018 1:45 pm

The Speed of the Table Clearing was swift, quick and efficient. Placing each pile on a specific place either on the floor or adjacent tables and chairs from which it would be easy to place them back again.

Still apprehensive from the unseen measures taken by Holt the Hauptmann waited some solid 3 seconds before proceeding

The Captain was not one to mince words or waste movements, and he made sure each sentence and arm movement was properly weighted and calculated to achieve the optimal effect of explaining himself why he committed such a transgression.
As it visible by the effort he put into deliberately connecting his palms in a manner not unlike pleading but the single spin of the wrists at the bases of the hands made a cutting motion pointing at the Senior Commissar added with the full clasping of the hands together after another second showed certainty but not without regret.


"Sir, I must be Truthful and Confess: Current Company strength as registered in the Departmento Munitorum Records is currently equal to 5 full Platoons. This is Incorrect: The 9453rd Krieg Company consists of 10 Platoons as Krieg Standard, the existence of the missing 5 was erased by myself to ensure the secrecy and success of the Mission. The Mission was to scout the entire Imperial Front of the Continent and Evaluate the positions of each Imperial Hold, a necessary task resulting from total breakdown of communications and lack of cohesion. The results of their findings were edited, cross-referenced, summarised and compiled in a series of Maps detailing the Continent in a clear and coherent manner."

#1-101 trailed his piercing eyes off the Commissar and to the Long Cylinder he brought with him, which after that he lifted and started slowly unlocking the Levels of Security placed upon that container. He did not stop speaking as he went on, otherwise it would have been a waste of time.

"My main reason for Secrecy was the uncertainty of both the Chain of Command and of the existence of other Imperial Forces outside the Capitol who are coordinated and able to resolve the situation: Upon my arrival here my company was issued with a single -Blank Map- detailing the rough shape of the continent and the Population Centers -all written by the foul Language of the Xenos, the same map issued to all Imperial Commanders -the highest of them and supposedly the Overall Commander a Penal Legionnaire who the Commissariat does not seem to control, in that case I had to act swiftly and find an answer from outside as well as to evaluate the current situation on the frontlines in places outside our reach and compose future possible operations"

The Final Combination gave way and the cylinder hissed with air pumping into the previously vacuum-sealed container, the Hauptmann looked back at Holt with more regretful eyes than normal (though it is not a high achievement for a Krieger)

"I hope you understand. If not, Judge me as you see fit."

He Removed the Lid and dumped a pile of new pieces of Paper upon the desk, which somehow found their own place right at their intended positions: Smaller Maps on the edges and a single massive one to dominate the centre of the Senior Commissar's Table, the Krieger rolled the heavy Cylinder over them to keep them straight.

"Herr Kommissar, These are the Imperial Positions on the Naris Continent. Terrain and Elevation Included"


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Postby Richard » Mon Oct 22, 2018 1:06 pm

Holt spreads the map out on his desk and reviews it. He nods along as he passes over some details, his brow furrowing as he notices others. A few times, he cocks an eyebrow, as if surprised. He takes his time, going over ever scrap of information presented.

"Well. This is fine work, Captain. Very fine. I should expect nothing less of your company. This will be a valuable asset, and you have done well to order its completion."

Holt sips his tea. "Now, as to your five missing platoons. Secrecy is valuable, yes. But I am curious as to why you kept their existence from me, for so long."

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Mon Oct 22, 2018 1:47 pm

"They had no role on the warzone: The Platoons Departed without Long-range Vox equipment due to shortages I had no intention to worsen, their supplies were Self Sufficient and needed little in terms of Logistics. I deemed it prudent to receive results first and then present the mission's full details. In your Specific case, I did not want to influence your decisions by distracting with a chance of some mythical salvation which at the end will cause harm even if by a minuscule amount to your planing. 'Hope is the First Step to Disappointment' and its interpretations come to mind."

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Postby Richard » Tue Nov 06, 2018 2:18 pm

Holt considers this as he reviews the Captain's findings. He pours over the details, his one good eye darting across the map, trying to soak it all in. Holt gives the Captain another look, then returns to the map, absorbed in another detail.

"Withholding assets is a grave concern of mine these days, Captain... but, fortunately, you've done your work well, and there's little fault to be found here. Well done."

Holt rifles through a few more of the intelligence documents, before handing them over to his servo-skull to make personal copies. He folds his hands on his desk and looks back at Unit 1-101. "So, you've had time to review all of this. I'm certain you have an opinion on it all. Let's hear it. What's your assessment?"

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Tue Nov 06, 2018 4:18 pm

The Krieger took Holt's admonishment with a nod of deference. What was done was done, the only thing that can be changed is the future to which #1-101 took the full commitment to align in the best interest to the Imperium prior to the meeting, exactly as Holt made clear.

"The General Frontline can be divided into 4 Fronts based on Geography." he began.
"Naris, Acathan, Ocolor and the Mountainous Theramin." The Hauptmann pointed at Naris, the city they are already in.
"We are on the Naris Front: more of a Salient held only by being backed to a wall of mountains then a proper front of Organised Armies. Cut off from all logistics but invaluable: Strategically it is in the centre of the 'Map', no direct movement from one side of the continent to the other can go without passing through, saving up months of travel by other similar routes." For emphasis he showed alternative paths, all going around the Swamps or the mountains. "Additionally, it currently houses the Planetary Astropathic Choir, if the Psykers are killed Merovech will become our only link to the Imperium -an untrustworthy one with very strong leverage."
"Ideologically, it is the Political Linchpin of the Planet: Who Holds the Capital, holds the Narrative and Defends the 'People'. Should the Tau win here they gain a powerful propaganda tool which we can only gain back by Conquest - not Reclamation."

He moved on to the next Zone, the one behind Naris.
"The Theramin Mountains create a buffer between the front and the Industrial Heatland, I must admit its fortifications are Very Impressive but must not fall at all costs. There are only 2 Passes wide enough to move Logistics in and out, both heavily fortified but then again failure to defend them will be a massive setback."

He traced his finger on the maps both the big one and the one which shows the area in more detail.
"Achatan Front is narrow and not an intensive one, even though it holds Governor's Pass the Tau are unable to perform an Assault or Siege due to far away bases straining on logistics. Port Acatha is a well defended Settlement flanked by cliffs and holds a portion of the former Planetary Water Navy consisting of Submarines and Above-Water Craft. If it falls, the Xeno will have an open road to the Industrial Heartland."

"The Ocolor Front is the 3rd most intensive warzone: Ocolor Cape, the northmost landmass of the continent of steep Cliffs extending down into the open sea is the only passage around the Theramin mountains and the Xenos know it. The City itself is of little importance beyond that, due to being far away its main economic source is fishery and no industrial output, the port will require extensive work before being able to support any forces. Mount Ocolor is an ancient Dormant Volcano, the highest point in the cape. The Tau are pushing heavily on the Area using their Naval Base in St. Fillianore's Rest for Logistics, so far they are in control of 25% of the settlement, no gains on the mountain yet but not for lack of tying. If it falls the Tau will be able to advance beyond thus nullifying the Amata Pass"

"The Valentrian Spaceport is our Ticking Clock: Currently it is being contested by both sides in the heaviest combat intensity, no side has made any breakthroughs but by reports the Xeno will have full reign of it if the Ocolor Front falls with ability to concentrate their forces more efficiently. House Merovech has only one ship to our knowledge and cannot hold a fully committed fresh Tau Space Force, if the Xenos take the Space Port, the war is lost -plain and simple: We will fight it regardless but unless Sector Command sends Naval reinforcements the Enemy will have all the Logistics, Manpower and Time it needs to push us back."
It was a grim assessment, but a realistic and undeniable one. Younger Commissars may point out at the endless faith in the Emperor to save the day but such gestures have little to do with the heartless arithmetic of war, Experienced Commanders should understand it or so #1-101 hoped.

"Finally: the Gelladium Sprawl, The Industrial Heartland. It is a Proto-Hive made out of several Cities in close proximity, it is the most Populated, Industrialised and Fortified Place on the Continent perhaps the Planet, protected by secondary defensive lines, the mountains and internal fortifications it has everything the Guard needs from Material Goods through Manpower to Industry except Organisation. There are almost no Enemies in that area and the Local Guard Forces are quick to stamp out rebellions however disorganised they themselves are. Despite all that, due to its population it is vulnerable to Tau Propaganda more than any other place, if they gain a mental foothold they will be able to raise a full scale revolt and overwhelm the Guard there and the rest from behind."

"Final assessment: The Guard Lacks Communication most and Foremost, it must be re-linked. For us it would be easier to contact the Theramin Front and move on from there. First Priority would be to relocate the Astropaths to Gelladium: It is the only defeat we can deny to the Tau at the moment. Then we arrange Command Hierarchy: I suggest through the Commissariat rather than by normal means of Rank, it will be a leangthy process on the field therefore I suggest withdrawing units from the less intensive zones into Gelladium Sprawl where they will be reorganised re equipped and retrained. The Mountains are our best defence, we must cling to them but keep a mobile reserve to counter unexpected incursions. So far these are the only actions we can commit for certain. A Wishful thinking scenario would be to retreat from Ocolor, draw the full Tau Reserves into the city and cut them off in Fillianore Port from Amata Ridge, following through to destroy the Xenos in the north and reinforce the Space Port -It is Wishful Thinking but still a Direction, full details for such a direction I will submit in War Plan 'Unattainable'. At any rate, inactivity will only allow the Xenos to keep the Initiative and decide on the next battle on their terms."

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