[IG] Exploring the Ruins

Anywhere within Naris Capitol city limits
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Postby Commissar Gaunt » Sat Jan 19, 2019 12:26 am

The towering ruins of the Capital of Naris are expansive and mainly unexplored. While it isn't regulation, patrols occasionally travel through them to make sure nothing extraordinary is happening. After all, what guardsmen would be glad to get off their sorry arse and search some buildings and maybe run into some Xenos?

It is a relatively nice and windy day outside with some occasional clouds - the perfect day to get something done. For this reason, Sergeant Ackerman is sitting at a makeshift table next to the barracks with a map laid across it and an area of ruins circled. Ackerman is leaning back in his chair smoking a cigar, waiting for someone to show up.

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Postby Riveris » Sat Jan 19, 2019 1:06 am

Sergeant Manner walked calmly as he stepped around the barracks. A light dusting of dirt and dust over his carapace with the occasional clot of mud or clay on his boots. Heavy stubber on its strap around his shoulder. A Iho puffing occasionally. The herbal remedy given to him by the megasurgon jutted out of a corner of his eyes bandage like a sickly puss.

He would give a judging eye over the man sitting at the table in a way only a Non-com can. With a puff of smoke and a warm grin he would give a quick casual salute and a offer of his right hand to shake "Sergeant Wilfred manner. At your service."

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Postby Commissar Gaunt » Sat Jan 19, 2019 3:20 pm

Tossing the butt of his cigar into the dirt, Ackerman stood up as the guardsman neared the table.
Riveris wrote:With a puff of smoke and a warm grin he would give a quick casual salute and a offer of his right hand to shake "Sergeant Wilfred manner. At your service."

After returning the casual salute, he accepted Sergeant Manner's shake firmly.
"Sergeant Finbarr Ackerman. Pleased to meet a fellow NCO. Now-," he paused as he motioned towards the map on the table, "-if you don't mind I can give provide a small briefing; that is, last night a patrol noticed lights in the ruins here," Ackerman paused once more as he traced the line he had drawn around an area of ruins with his finger. "Once I was informed, I assumed HQ had enough on its plate and decided to round up a couple guardsmen and explore the area a little bit. It also wouldn't hurt to have mapped out some of the ruins. Just a quick search of the area; in and out. If we find something, we deal with it, if we don't, then there is no reason to bother the HQ."

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Postby Riveris » Sat Jan 19, 2019 11:31 pm

"wait." he would say holding his finger up for a moment "you are going into the ruins. For patrol without telling HQ or even letting them know." he would say with a dumbfounded look on his face "Whats your original regiment?" pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyes. making his way towards the map moving his hand over the circled area leaning over it "the lights are interesting but that dose not mean we act with out orders."

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Postby Commissar Gaunt » Sun Jan 20, 2019 12:30 am

Riveris wrote:"wait." he would say holding his finger up for a moment "you are going into the ruins. For patrol without telling HQ or even letting them know." he would say with a dumbfounded look on his face "Whats your original regiment?" pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyes. making his way towards the map moving his hand over the circled area leaning over it "the lights are interesting but that dose not mean we act with out orders."

"I'm afraid we have had a misunderstanding. By HQ I meant Commissar Holt and his advisors, I did not mean all those officers above our rank. As for my orders, they are here." Ackerman said as he reached into his pack leaning against the table and pulled out a couple of slips of paper, handing them to Manner. "I understand your concern, and I apologize for not making that clearer." He said as he sat back down in his chair, waiting for Manner to finish reading.
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Postby Hobbsy » Sun Jan 20, 2019 1:55 am

"Like glass which has had a drunkards' worth of amasec pass through it." a loud and joy voice stated. "Clear to some, not so clear to others.". With this Paxton announced his presence as he stepped up to the table. The smile of the towering Valhallan appeared like a moon from the clouds through his thick black beard and his dreads bounced around as he gave the officer a salute. "Corporal Moroz of the Valhallan 52nd, I'll be your driver for the day." he beamed.

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Sun Jan 20, 2019 2:30 am

Imperial Guard Barracks, on every planet, are not known to be silent. The only time they are it's either when the troops are on duty (some never return) or at night when they are asleep and even then it is up to debate considering some "Adventures" and "Scouting Foreys" some soldiers have from their own beds to those of others for "Recruitment Efforts".

Therefore, Loud Chatter often surrounds the structures similar to a static force field of sorts, isolating the troops from bad bad NCOs and their yelling to do this thing or the other. Leading us to this moment when this barrier from the outer world rapidly gets silenced, one section after the other suddenly gets silent and loudens just beyond a whisper like some pulsing uncomfortable wave passing through, the further it went, he more the surviving sections became agitated and quieted down themselves.

Leaving the structire and turning around the corner right at the location where the 2 NCOs are talking, comes the reason why was the Barracks' shield was penetrated so thuroughly: It was a Member of the Local Death Korps of Krieg.

The broad and tall silhouette wore Dark Grey Uniform, encased in dull Carapace and covered with Fabric whose outlines cannot be easily pinpointed. The Head was hidden behind a Respirator whose white metallic frontal plate was modeled after a skull. The black, Light-Eating Lenses tinged with a soft glow of red scanned the area until fixating on the unfortunate Sergeants. The Soldier, nay, the Weapon, walked right to the NCOs and with a click of the heels stood at attention

"Scout Unit #8-316 of 9453rd Krieg Company reporting for Duty. Is this Patrol Mustering Grounds?"

Its Muffled voice announced to the Sergeants with the professional detachment those serving with the Death Korps soon learn to despise, head inclined to look down at both, even at Finbarr and Moroz.

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Postby Riveris » Sun Jan 20, 2019 3:12 am

Wilfred continued to read over the papers infront of him. "Thank the flame. I was worried that I had to beat the stupid out of ya for a second." he said with a grin and what could maybe considered a wink and or just a blink. with one eye hidden away it was hard to tell. Taking a moment to take another puff on the Iho "gotta work on that wording mate." turning over to see the two new arrivals.

"Trooper Paxton. A pleasure and surprise to see you again. as always." returning his salute. Then turned to face the krieger. Just like many other guardsmen it was harder to pin which kriger was which. Before the thought came to him remembering her. Or at least who he thought it was. "ah. good to see you again trooper. Yes it is" returning her salute sharply "Sergeant Ackerman will take the show from here I believe." he said taking a step back

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Postby Commissar Gaunt » Sun Jan 20, 2019 1:21 pm

After returning the Valhallan's salute, Finbarr paused in between returning the Kreiger's salute. "Pleasure to...uh...meet you, 8-316." He said as he stared up at the soldier with more of an impressed expression than one of confusion.
Riveris wrote: "Sergeant Ackerman will take the show from here I believe." he said taking a step back

"Now, down to business." Ackerman pointed at the circled area on the map. "Last night a patrol with one of my troopers noticed light flickering in the windows of a building in this area. Based on the topography, the ruins aren't very open and the main roads have been buried in debris, however, its quite a while away; that's why we've got Paxton here to drive us in the transport-" He paused as he pointed at a roofless and rusted pickup truck. "We are hoping that the lights are nothing more than some civilians who have yet to leave the ruins, however, should feth hit the fan, we need to be prepared. The environment will be a mixture of CQB and long range, depending on where the firefight could occur. We leave soon, so get ready if you need to. Paxton, if you aren't busy, let's grab the transport and prep it."
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Postby Zeppo » Sun Jan 20, 2019 2:25 pm

A small figure emerges from the dust raised by the wind, advancing toward the group. There’s a woman, a mordian one according to her dusty uniform, a lho-stick hanging at the commissure of her lips. It’s seemed her entire clothing have been rubbed in dirt, make her hard to distinguish from the rubbles around, unless her scarf. A blue and red scarf perfectly clean and tidy.
“hi Paxton” pausing a brief moment, trying to identify the krigerine, she recognised the only death korper she knows fighting with a long-las but doesn’t remembed her name or ID number. “Nice to work with you again, Fräulein putting her best accent in the last word.

Stepping in front of the table and tossing her lho on the ground, Ema executes a perfect parade salute to the two NCOs. Keeping her eyes on the Phoenixe.
“Sergeant! First Class Hugot, Mordian Iron Guard. Scouting and urban fighter specialist. A pleasure to serve under your command”
Taking a step back, Ema stops feinting ignoring Wilfred, greeting him a smile with a wink.

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Postby Hobbsy » Mon Jan 21, 2019 1:22 am

As Wilfred returned the Valhallan's salute, Paxton would suddenly look a little mythed.

'Don't you only salute officers? His regiment must be different..' he thought to himself.
Riveris wrote:"Sergeant Ackerman will take the show from here I believe." he said taking a step back

'Ah, I am in the wrong.'.

Paxton had noticed Wilfred saluting the other man as he had approached and had assumed he was an officer. Now that he knew the true all he could do was carry on as if he had ment to. Before anything else could happen, he noticed the presence of some one behind him. Turning around, the bear of a Valhallan found himself looking directly at a chest. It wasn't a common occurrence for Paxton to have to look up to someone to make eye contact, so the surprise was to be expect when he tilted his head up to the skull masked figure. "Ну Ты Вообще! Have they been feeding you those kroot birds?" he remarked to the Krieger. "What do you think Wilfred, the tau will think the buildings are moving in the night. No?".
Commissar Gaunt wrote:"Now, down to business." Ackerman pointed at the circled area on the map. "Last night a patrol with one of my troopers noticed light flickering in the windows of a building in this area. Based on the topography, the ruins aren't very open and the main roads have been buried in debris, however, its quite a while away; that's why we've got Paxton here to drive us in the transport-" He paused as he pointed at a roofless and rusted pickup truck. "We are hoping that the lights are nothing more than some civilians who have yet to leave the ruins, however, should feth hit the fan, we need to be prepared. The environment will be a mixture of CQB and long range, depending on where the firefight could occur. We leave soon, so get ready if you need to. Paxton, if you aren't busy, let's grab the transport and prep it."

"Should be no need Fin, I've got two of my boys who have already checked it over.". A wave from the Corporal revealed two more Valhallans behind the cab who waved back. "They'll watch the truck whilst we go for our walk.".

Then the Mordian arrived. Paxton smiled, though it slipped a little when one of the Valhallans by the truck gave a wolf whistle. This earned him a glare from the black bearded Corporal, prompting him to silence. "Sorry, Ema." He final reply sheepishly, "The boys don't have much spare time these days. Stirs up a little mischief in them.".

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Postby Warsmith Wolf » Mon Jan 21, 2019 10:33 pm

Any operation needs supplies to be a success, and the Narisian Imperial Guard has two things in a great amount of supply: Guardsmen, and Cadians. That someone who qualified as both would eventually turn up was, largely, inevitable.

It was a cold and windy morning in Naris, because this is Naris, where every morning is cold and windy. This didn't make Guardsman Jonah Lancaster (58th Cadian, 502nd Mechanised Platoon) feel much better about either, his breath misting in the morning air as he headed to the muster point. With his uniform and flak armour (almost) completely clean and (relatively) neatly worn, the Armoured Fist trooper was itching to get back into some action that didn't consist of sandbag duty or perimeter patrols. He hadn't been on a proper mission since that Techpriest nutter from the Kriegers had botched a salvage operation before it had even begun, and now an opportunity had arisen to once more get out of the base and do something useful - after all, every mission needed a healthy supply of poor bloody dogface infantry. Thus was it that Guardsman Lancaster - lasgun slung over his shoulder, quietly cursing the frigid bloody weather of this frigid bloody planet - arrived at the impromptu muster, giving both Sergeants a respectful nod as he came.

"Guardsmen Lancaster, 58th Cadian. Heard you needed some lads for a milk run, Sarge."

He... wasn't actually sure which Sarge was the Sarge, so he glanced between them equally and hoped that the correct one would speak up before the other one got offended. Jonah had also noted the presence of a Mordian, a Valhallan, and -

- oh for frak's sake not another bloody Krieger.

Craning his neck around to see if they'd brought their pet lunatic Techpriest with them - and, thank the Emperor, it seemed they hadn't - Jonah quietly muttered a brief benediction for the Machine Spirit of the squad's truck, just in case the gas-masks tried anything funny this time, too.
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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Tue Jan 22, 2019 5:16 pm

Commissar Gaunt wrote:"Now, down to business." Ackerman pointed at the circled area on the map. "Last night a patrol with one of my troopers noticed light flickering in the windows of a building in this area. Based on the topography, the ruins aren't very open and the main roads have been buried in debris, however, its quite a while away; that's why we've got Paxton here to drive us in the transport-" He paused as he pointed at a roofless and rusted pickup truck. "We are hoping that the lights are nothing more than some civilians who have yet to leave the ruins, however, should feth hit the fan, we need to be prepared. The environment will be a mixture of CQB and long range, depending on where the firefight could occur. We leave soon, so get ready if you need to. Paxton, if you aren't busy, let's grab the transport and prep it."


"Sir, any known Local Presence of Tau or Rebel forces?" The Unit Asked

Zeppo wrote:A small figure emerges from the dust raised by the wind, advancing toward the group. There’s a woman, a mordian one according to her dusty uniform, a lho-stick hanging at the commissure of her lips. It’s seemed her entire clothing have been rubbed in dirt, make her hard to distinguish from the rubbles around, unless her scarf. A blue and red scarf perfectly clean and tidy.
“hi Paxton” pausing a brief moment, trying to identify the krigerine, she recognised the only death korper she knows fighting with a long-las but doesn’t remembed her name or ID number. “Nice to work with you again, Fräulein putting her best accent in the last word.


The Unit looked down to the Private and simply nodded. This is Briefing time, chatting has no place here.
Hobbsy wrote:Turning around, the bear of a Valhallan found himself looking directly at a chest. It wasn't a common occurrence for Paxton to have to look up to someone to make eye contact, so the surprise was to be expect when he tilted his head up to the skull masked figure. "Ну Ты Вообще! Have they been feeding you those kroot birds?" he remarked to the Krieger. "What do you think Wilfred, the tau will think the buildings are moving in the night. No?".


On that the Scout had something to clarify: "Protein Starch is no longer considered as Kroot upon consumption."

It also acknowledged the Presence of the Cadian by a short glance.

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Postby Commissar Gaunt » Tue Jan 22, 2019 8:25 pm

Warsmith Wolf wrote:"Guardsmen Lancaster, 58th Cadian. Heard you needed some lads for a milk run, Sarge."

"That's right, Lancaster. Thanks for showin'," Ackerman said as he returned the salute.
Johannes Wyss von Krieg wrote:"Sir, any known Local Presence of Tau or Rebel forces?" The Unit Asked

"Not from the reports so far, soldier. By the way, is there something I can call you by besides your serial number? Having to call out your serial number in combat doesn't seem effective in my mind."

Turning to address the rest of the men and raising his voice to accommodate for the chatter, Ackerman began, "I think there's enough of you for the patrol now. Get everything you might need and meet at the transport in 5 minutes. We'll probably be out there past dark, so bring lighting and maybe some rations. If anyone has medical experience, please stay behind so we can chat. I judge the rest of ya' know what to do." Ackerman began rolling up the map. "Dismissed." Ackerman slung his pack around his shoulders and began to break down the table.
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Postby Hobbsy » Tue Jan 22, 2019 8:35 pm

Instead of moving off, Paxton began to help with the table. "I'm no medic, but I've had to patch up a few boys in my time." He simply stated. There was a strange tone in his speech that seemed at odds with his cheerful demeanour.

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Postby Riveris » Tue Jan 22, 2019 11:11 pm

Seeing hugot brough a diffrent kind of smile to his face as he watched her his eyes got stuck on her scarf for a moment. Chuckling a bit he would bow his head down to her when she noticed him.He moved his eye over trooper lancer up and down as he thought to him self for a few moments. He would wait a few moments while Ackermen would speak about the mission "Remember work then play. Dont get overly distracted if ya find loot and keep a buddy with you. Dont be gretchen." he would turn his attention to the mordian placing a flat hand over his chest " Lady Hugot. A pleasure as always." giving gentle bow before. looking up and maybe giving a wink. before his sight would turn to the cadian as he pulled himself up. "speaking of work then play." gesturing his hand over to the near squeaky clean trooper he would turn to him. "Trooper Lancer." he would say with a warm tone. "Sergeant Wilfred Manner. Also Cadian 58th" offering his hand to shake. The man was not Cadian at all. "got a moment to talk?"

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Wed Jan 23, 2019 1:01 am

Imagine reading a casualties report or a deployment force, do the names within matter? Does the 'Personality' of the trooper any variable in the unit's conduct? Not in a Krieg Regiment that is. A commander needs to know what type of unit is in question so they could request them without delays on ceremony: Is there a need for a medic? Call out the short number that is translated into 'Medic' without telling your enemy. Scouts? Line Infantry? Tanks? All the same, a name is worthless and the Serial Number the model of efficiency.

But that is not expected from non-Kriegers to understand so the Unit simply replied
"Eight or Three-One-Six accdptable for shorter designation. If Insufficient, issued Name is 'Erika'"

Though Dismissed, the unit remained in its place, seeing the table is being disassembled, it moved in to assist
"This Unit has passed a Basic Medicae Course and has experience with basic injuries"

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Postby Warsmith Wolf » Wed Jan 23, 2019 1:41 am

Commissar Gaunt wrote:"That's right, Lancaster. Thanks for showin'," Ackerman said as he returned the salute. "Get everything you might need and meet at the transport in 5 minutes. We'll probably be out there past dark, so bring lighting and maybe some rations. If anyone has medical experience, please stay behind so we can chat. I judge the rest of ya' know what to do. Dismissed.".
With another nod (as you didn't salute Sergeants and you definitely didn't salute anyone when on a mission), Lancaster departed from the planning table and moved off to one side, before kneeling down and starting to rifle through his rucksack to double-check he'd brought everything he needed - a luminator, his rations and canteen, ammo, a grapnel, his porta-stove, his Primer, et cetera. Zipping the kitsack shut once more and strapping it onto his back again, Jonah turned towards the truck and -
Riveris wrote:"Trooper Lancer." he would say with a warm tone. "Sergeant Wilfred Manner. Also Cadian 58th" offering his hand to shake. The man was not Cadian at all.
There was a moment - and not a brief one - where the Cadian trooper simply blanked out, staring at the Sergeant. He initially thought that he must have got the wrong soldier, since Trooper Lancer was simultaneously A) not here, B) in a different squad to Jonah, and C) a woman, before reasoning that since the Sergeant was directly in his face and asking him personally, he clearly intended to be talking to him. Trooper Lancaster hadn't seen a Cadian without purple eyes and certainly hadn't seen one in whatever kind of uniform the Sergeant was wearing, but he supposed he could've been one one of those blokes from the many tiny platoons and squads bolted onto the 58th Carnodons in a regimental merger (much like his own 502nd Mechanised, in fact, though they were proper Cadians at least).

After a few seconds of blank deliberation, Guardsman Lancaster hesitantly shook the man's hand.
Riveris wrote:"Got a moment to talk?"
There was another blank pause, this one thankfully much briefer.

"Uuuuh... sure?"
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Postby Zeppo » Thu Jan 24, 2019 7:02 pm

Ema turn to Paxton “Thanks, but no need to apology for them, I can handle that by myself”
When Ackerman finishes his briefing, Ema salutes, then step toward Wilfred “Monseigneur Manner, what a lovely coincidence we work together.” Ema replied, adjusting the bandage on his eye before tousling his hairs.

That done, she walks toward the transport, not letting the time to Manner to reply. On the way she unsheathes her shock-stick. Glancing back to the rest of the squad, making sure nore the sarges nore Paxton can’t hear her. Standing in front of the two Valhallans, Ema gave a quick whistle to have their attention. Then, the ganger speaks without raising her voice, her tone expressionless. Her gaze, cold and sharp as the edge of a bayonet, going from one to the other.
“I don’t care which one of you gave the whistle, but be aware I know your tags. If I hear only one word mentioning your behaviours from one of the any girls on this fraking planet, I can swear on the Golden Throne, you’ll pray him that the Commissariat found you before me. Understood?
Now, go back to your duty, unless you need an encouragement?”
Sizzling her shock-stick in front of their faces, to support her last sentence.

That done, she hops into the back of the truck, rapidly check the stuff stored here before checking her own package. Affixing the suppressors on her stubpistols and her stablight on her lascarbine, confirming all her weapons are loaded. Her hand slips to her belt pouch, she has two doses left of stims, pray the Emperor that will be enough for the patrol.

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Postby Riveris » Thu Jan 24, 2019 10:50 pm

Wilfred would shake the mans hand a and keep his warm grin. Taking a step back for some space and another scan "allr-" he turned his head to see Hugot on her way towards him distracting him for the moment"It always a plea-ASURE!" Flinching a moment at the sting of the adjustment. His face flushing a moment as she put her hand threw his hair. And gone before he could let out a quick retort. Clearing his throat as he turned to lancaster "not a word." holding his finger up to the trooper next to him. his face red a few more moments. "Thats how its going to be then. Great!" he thought to himself smirking a moment

After a moment or two he spoke again as if nothing happened though still a few traces of red on his face. "Allrighty trooper. I know the look im getting."he said calmly "no. Im not from Cadia. Im from Stehlen. But Im still your Non-Com" It was not his first time dealing with the confused look when he mentioned the 58th. He would move his hand up and down over Lancasters uniform "Your uniform is spotless trooper. Good enough for the posters." he said simply as he placed his hand on his shoulder "but we arnt going for a pictshoot. We are going into a possible combat zone. and unless your planing on blending in near empty posters any sharpshooter is going to see you for miles. Or really any look out." his voice was neutral and calm. "Dirty yourself up. Ash works best for a lot of things like that. Even hides some of your scent." Taking a moment before turning around towards transport he looked back see the continued look of confusion. "say something wrong Trooper? Out with it." he asked confused not knowing he was using the wrong name.


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