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Postby LaxKnight » Wed Dec 19, 2018 2:16 pm

“Hauptmann,” a new and curt voice called near him. It was likely peculiar to him for, while completely accentless, managed to say his rank with no difficulty. When he would turn he would find a shorter 6’ 2” trooper Krieg trooper. #9453/25-207 wore a similar uniform as him, indicating she was from his regiment, but the yellow aiguillette and the large Vox Caster on her back indicated she was a signal trooper. Her shoulders bore the rank of Unteroffizier (Corporal). While she wore her helmet still, her gas mask was packed away to reveal her business neutral face and dark blue eyes. If one seen Erika without her mask it wouldn’t be too far fetched to assume they could be related, maybe cousins or siblings.

“Your signature is required for approval of these documents,” from inside her coat she pulled out a folder containing said documents and a pen for him to sign, “While not urgent, they are wanted by the end of the day.”
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Postby Tabitha Maru » Thu Dec 20, 2018 3:01 am

Tabitha was glancing at the passing families as the milled into the festival area, just giving them a quick look to try to see none of them where bringing in anything dangerous into the area. Not that she expected it, she seriously doubted that anyone wanting to harm the Imperium or just cause a ruckus and steal something (the latter the more likely scenario) would be bringing their children. The one case of raised voices was when private Jemmu had intercepted corporal Chekov's carge too quickly to recognice the quartermaster, other than that it was a pretty calm evening.

Instead, Tabitha could enjoy watching the civilians engage in the candlemass festivities. It was nice. In fact, this felt like what they were supposed to do. It was easy to forget here on this world, fighting the traitors that had joined the xenos, but this was what they were fighting for. Shielding humanity and making sure they could prosper in His peace.

Then suddenly a gingerbread cookie showed up in her vision. She glanced up surprised at the sargeant with the wings as he offered her the treat before smiling and taking it. She did think his outfit was a little on the gaudy side, not just the wings but that he had to put bells on the end of them? It was a wonder they didn't drive him mad. But all things considered it seemed to fit in quite well with the rest of the festivities. Had she not seen uniforms like that in combat zones she'd have thought it was just a costume.

"Oh! Thank you, sargeant"

The commissar's appearance shortly thereafter prompted a crisp salute from her, standing at attention as the sash-adorned woman conversed with the PDF commandant there with them. Keeping an eye on the soldier's filing into the area as she did so. The commandant's words about their duty being mostly for show was perhaps not as motivating a statement as he mightve thought, noone wanted to know that their presence didn't really matter when it came down to it. But if it made the civilians here feel safer and told them the Guard was here for them then it was for a good cause after all.
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Postby Commissar Cat » Thu Dec 20, 2018 12:01 pm

'Yarrick' paused in his leaning to hand a gauze bag of sweets and spiced cookies over to a small boy, and looked at Haley quizzically over his arm.
The child waited patiently, and was rewarded with a slightly distracted smile to accompany his bag before the commissar sat up.
"Bleak. The people were the only redeeming feature. Not like here, where the land is as beautiful as the people in it. Hives were so built up that folk lived their entire lives without ever seeing sky." The commissar shook his head, face surprisingly sombre for the occasion.

Captain Gaskell coughed quietly, "Armageddon probably had other redeeming features."
'Yarrick' shrugged amiably, his face softening, "You can put people on any kind of rock, and it's the spirit of Man that will make it what it is." he held his free arm out, gesturing the wider scene, "Willingness to trust, and to work together."
Gaz said nothing as he handed the living saint another pack of goodie bags to hand out, the captain thinking of home. His home, Mordian wasn't all that different to from how Armageddon was described, especially as half the planet never saw daylight. And this time of year especially, the people were indeed pressed close together.

"And willingness to forgive, hopefully." the commissar murmured as a few children pottered forward to collect their gifts. Others caught them as he tossed the packages loosely under-arm to where shyer kids gratefully caught them, stood huddled against their parents.

There was a thunk as one packet bounded off the side of Luca's shoulder. It could almost be accidental, if it weren't just that little bit too hard, and that 'Yarrick' had accompanied it by briefly staring the Terran dead in the eye, his expression unreadable under the hat.

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A white clad figure strolled up beside DeGrotto, Ahde having just finished wiring up the lights and cabling in the 'chapel' for the later sermons and mass.
He greeted the officers with surprising sincerity, before accepting a cup from Douglas, and heading away without much comment.
A little preoccupied expression covered the Mordian's usual ubiquitous smile, and despite the ample opportunity to tease his colleague, Ahde for once didn't.

Instead he headed toward the serving area, finding a gap and settling to start handing out trays. All dressed in white, there was no chance of him brooding in a corner, but the iron guard certainly worked with a contemplative manner. His smile gradually returned as he greeted others.
Perhaps like Gaskell and Ema, working closely with civilians had brought on a certain nostalgic line of thought.

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Postby LaxKnight » Fri Dec 21, 2018 2:23 am

The Commissar seemed a bit surprised but answered anyway. Haley heard such but was curious what he would say. From how he said things, however, it seemed there were more to his words than what as going on. He tossed them goodies and Casey managed to get her hands on some. A bag flew past Haley, causing her to turn around and her emerald green eyes widened with surprise when she found herself looking at Luca, dressed up in what she could only assume to be his dress uniform given how fancy it was. She lost a few precious seconds to staring before she realized she was doing it and managed to say, “Oh, hey Luca.”

Casey looked at her sister, then the Terran, then gave a mischievous grin.

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Meanwhile, Mama Briarbuck moved up in the line at the Mechanicus tent and found herself next. Hopefully she would have to wait to long. This thing was a little heavy after carrying it from home.
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The only acknowledgement the Unteroffizier gave to the servoskull was a look upward to see that it was there before returning her focus to her Hauptmann. The song was played was only minorly familiar; a tune she’s heard several times when working in the non-Krieg Comms Station and was informed was related to Candlemass.

When Verena was asked if she ever experienced Candlemass, she replied with a simple, “No sir.”

#1-101 then ordered her ‘study the event should knowledge of it be needed later’. While she was aware of several customs around Candlemass, she took it as an order for her to participate.

To this, she simply replied, “Yes sir.”

When the Hauptmann began talking about her to his colleague, Master of Ordnance De Grotto, Verena turned to stand before him at ease; legs at shoulder width apart and hands behind her back. She remained silent, her face expressionless as she waited for any critique he may deliver.

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The older woman was surprised to suddenly be facing a skull, making her jump and almost drop her machine. She wasn’t used to seeing these. Gathering herself, Mama Briarbuck smiled at the Servoskull.

“I’m not sure if you can but I was hoping there was someone here who could fix my sewing machine,” she hefted it a bit to indicate that was what was in her arms, “A week and a half ago I was stitching a beautiful dress when it just decided to stop working. Poor old thing’s been getting a lot of work. I don’t think this is any of y'all specialty, but maybe y'all can take a look or tinker with it?”
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Postby Riveris » Fri Dec 21, 2018 12:47 pm

VVilfred was carrying back to the kitchen. A note in hand of the orders for food. "Need three salted grox buns, sweet porridge and a bowl soup" he said as he left it on the service wheel. It brought back mostly fond mix of memory from home. Mostly when he was a tunnel runner. Moving his way threw the crowded subterranean streets. This type of season always had more moving around. Presents. Letters of good will and prayer cards. Lots and lots of prayer cards. Paid off in the end at least.

Making his way back to his section to serve he would see a familiar sight. "Trooper Hugot!" he would call out with a With a wave to join him. "I need you for a moment. If you are not busy" he said folding the empty tray under his arm.

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Dug waved the mist out of his face for what felt like the hundredth time. Though he found it a blessing that it at its very least did not smell. Taking a moment to turn around and scan the crowd. He saw a lot of little ones playing and people talking. His smile grew a bit more. A lot of the happy sounds and chatter move off each other. Though a sight did attract his attention. A woman dressed in a lovely bright green dress and a beautiful scarf. She was holding a large box. He would first shoulder his weapon and walk to her threw the crowd. As carefully as he could not wanting to step on anyone especially not the little ones. until he reached her. "S'cuse me ma'am" He said softly "But may I 'elp you with that? Commissar always said our duty's to serve." He would offer his hands smiling

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Postby NicklausOfKrieg » Fri Dec 21, 2018 1:20 pm

The 89th's field kitchen was a relatively quiet front, just the complimentary bowl of soup was served every now and then for anyone who had just entered the barracks, no one lingered, not even for the nearby fire. It should come as no surprise really; after all, they weren't serving anything that any guardsman or refugee wouldn't see at least on a good day, but few if not none of Faeburn's men really knew how to cook anything beyond preparing issued rations or field-craft, so they'd just get in the way in the actual kitchens.

"Vik?" Faeburn called over as he quietly inspected the operation of his men. "Yessir!" a rather green looking private responded, quickly appearing from steaming cooker of the field kitchen. "Go get Kaila and Sergeant Hayes, the three of you are on security detail." Faeburn ordered, motioning at the archway with his thumb. "Yessir!" the private again briskly responded, awkwardly turning on his heel, nearly stumbling on a few ration boxes before grabbing his lasrifle and kit amidst a pile of miscellaneous supplies, knocking over some cups and bowls as he did so. Faeburn chuckled inwardly, faintly hearing an apology as the young guardsman ran off.

"Where's the recaff?" Faeburn asked looking back at the field kitchen. A guardsman tending to some boxes of hardtack suddenly darted his gaze every which way as the realization crept in, the dumbstruck look on his face being all the confirmation that was needed.

"Right... Cutting, Degnan, run along back to mess. Tell them we need two canisters of recaff." Faeburn ordered, scratching his scalp with an annoyed wince. "Right!" two guardsmen grunted out in unison, letting go of the canisters of gruel they were stirring up before running off, bickering among themselves over who exactly forgot the recaff.

Faeburn lit himself a lho stick. He surveyed the courtyard, looking for a place in amidst the merriment where he could take a short break, or at least get a drink. His pondering was cut short however by a sudden commotion just behind him.

"Holy-frakking-Terra!" A sergeant cried out as a latch near the bottom of the field kitchen came loose, spitting a cascade of embers and glowing wood chips, Guardsmen gathered around kicking snow and stomping the fire out. "Happy-bloody-Candlemass..." Faeburn hissed under his breath as he rushed over to help fix the stove, donning his heavy gloves that were otherwise used or handling and maintaining his plasmagun.

The incident may very well have singed the toes of any civilians queuing up to be served, but as mentioned before, the 89th's field kitchen was a "quiet" front.

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"Very well, Commandant. Happy Candlemass." Kroenen said, though slightly disconcerted by the lax nature of Candlemass on Naris, she was otherwise rather pleased by the Commandant's confidence. With an acknowledging nod at the saluting guardswoman, Kroened set off into the courtyard.

'How these soldiers survived a Tyranid incursion must have been solely the Emperor's work', Kroenen thought to herself as she made a passing glance at her guardsmen running and stumbling about in the snow as they managed their field kitchen, sighing inwardly as she continued on her way. She had hoped to meet with the 89th's new commanding officers since they had been attached to the 58th Cadians, but as the true nature of the merry event crept on her, Kroenen couldn't help but feel her mapcase stuffed full of regimental documents grow heavy, as though she had brought too much or prepared too much. At the very least, a night of partying would be a good change of pace from being shunted away in her office for the better part of the year.

Kroenen walked down one of the serving tables inspecting its selection of drinks, humming along to a servoskull playing a Candlemass hymn as it passed her by. Something caught her eye however, 'Gluwein, was that written in Krieger?' She wondered, locking eyes with the basin's label until she bumped into something solid. Stumbling off to the side, Kroenen instinctively readjusted her visor cap, but as she recovered she found herself between two unmasked Kriegers. One was a signals trooper, whose vox caster she must've bumped into, the other a captain, they seemed to have been in the middle of something.

"My apologies, h-herr, herr.... Captain." The Junior Commissar quietly stammered with an apologetic nod, she then glanced up to see the same servoskull from earlier only this time she noticed the mistletoe that dangled from it. Kroenen eyes narrowed as she averted her gaze with a huff, burying her face in the large red muffler wrapped around her neck.

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Fri Dec 21, 2018 7:25 pm

For his part, The Hauptmann remained completely oblivious to the Mistletoe flying around, perhaps taking it for an ornament or feigning ignorance, the latter may be more plausible but then again: That Officer showed only what he wanted to show. And now he showed interest in the Junior Commissar he never saw before. Though except a quick glance to signal his acknowledgement of her presence he did not speak to her first.

"Thank you Herr DeGrotto. Unit 207: Dismissed. You may Return to Base or Study this Celebration's Customs for Catalogue, the Choice is yours."

Her sharply turned on his heel back to Junior Commissar "No Violation beyond your own lack of awareness was committed. A Temporary Negligence, no offence taken." He paused for a second before continuing "I made a habit for myself to know Base Command Personnel at least by facial recognition. Yours I don't know." His tone was neither accusatory nor harsh but it carried a sense of edge and mystery, as if going around the central point in a spiral pattern like a serpent, blocking avenues of escape. "May I learn your Name?" He finished in a complete 1-80 to an oddly pleasant direction as he extended his hand forward "Unit #9453/1-101, you may refer to me as Johannes Wyss."

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@ Riveris, CyGamer, and Mechanicus people

As Mama Briarbuck waited for the servoskull to reply, she felt the ground shake a little and looked around for the source. She would find a giant before her, asking if he could help her with her large sewing machine. She didn’t know the Imperial Guard recruited giants! She gave him a warm smile.

“Aw, aren’t you a sweet one!” she said, “Thank you so much, dear. Hopefully we won’t have to wait too long.”

She put the box in his hands and brushed her sleeves. It was at this point the servoskull announced that it couldn’t help her (no surprise) and informed her it would find someone who could, leaving her alone with the giant. She looked up at him with her dirt brown eyes and said, “It seems we are going to be here for a little while. What’s your name, dear?”

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Though expressionless, Verena was pleased to hear there was no complaint of her performance from De Grotto. She accepted the drink and noticed that he winked. At least, she was fairly sure it was a wink. Before she could drink the beverage, however, she found herself going forward as someone bumped into her. To her credit, Verena managed to keep her drink from spilling. She turned to find that it was a Junior Commissar that did so, her embarrassment clear as she buried her face around her muffler. Before any interrogation took place, however, Hauptmann #1-101 dismissed her, telling her to return to base or catalogue Candlemass customs.

Shifting the cup in her hands, Verena gave him a salute and said, “Yes sir,” before departing. She took a few steps to disengage herself from her superiors and found herself in the middle of all the events happening. At this point the Kriegerin began to form a plan of how to exactly carryout this order. She took out a pict capturer and began taking pictures. She decided her first target would be the church. The Valmarian church might have some unorthodox practices compared to mainstream celebrations. She took pictures of the decorations, the choir, and the bells. She went to take a picture of the Confessor comforting a patron when she realized that the patron wore a very similar uniform as her.

“Hauptgefreiter?” she lowered her capturer as she asked questioningly. What would she be doing here? Was something wrong?
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Postby SilverRuby » Mon Dec 24, 2018 3:43 pm

"Hey, Yarrick, how're you doing under there?" Vayne slipped into the tent from the back where the presents were settled, tiptoeing over to where the Commissar was seated, begrudgingly handing out presents to children. Looking over the crowd, he smiled and waved brightly at a few of the mothers with young children. He seemed in much better spirits than 'Yarrick' was feeling.

"Merry Candlemass, ladies," He couldn't help but beam, leaning in over 'Saint Yarrick's' shoulder, "You look like you're having great fun. Holding up? Want me to grab you a drink or anything?"

There was, perhaps, a hint of amasec on his breath, just a little- the start to a few days of celebrating yet another Name Day right after the passing of Candlemass... Growing up, Vayne always received a whole slew of presents once a year. When he was very little, he'd always been jealous watching his siblings receive presents on the dates of their birth, and then once more at Candlemass... But now that Cassius was much older, he appreciated the partying spree it became, carousing for three days straight.

"If y'wanna take a break, I can sit in for you for a bit," the Quartermaster offered, grinning at the costumed man.
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