Post by Matt W. on Apr 23, 2014 13:07:57 GMT -6
Major Tartus, Executive Officer of the Cadian 961st, gazed across the hustle and bustle of the bay. Rank after rank of Guardsman were filing unto shuttles. Sentinal Powerlifters stacked pallets of equipment on other pallets which were pulled into the waiting bays of even more shuttles, and vechiles of all descriptions, from Chimera's to Basilisks were loaded unto even larger cargo ships. Noncoms ran around repeating orders delivered from fresh faced Jr officers, while Company Commanders desperately tried to ensure order. It was the sort of haphazard lunacy that accompanied the regiment with every single deployment.
The general insanity was aided and abetted by Commissars imposing their presence, Priests blessing every single thing they could find, and Cogboys running about assuaging the agitated feelings of Machine Spirits. Yet somehow, just as with every other time before, the regiment was getting in order.
Of course it was a minor miracle they had found the Orozon system to begin with, and even more unlikely that they had found the planet in question, Cha. It was bad enough that they had been called away, the job left undone, from rooting out the cultists near the Damocles Gulf. He had rather been hoping to take a crack at the Tau. But now they had been called to a hidden system to fight, ..., well neither her nor the Colonel rightly knew. They had no intelligence on any enemy. Truth be told they had no intelligence on their "friends" either. Other than the fact that they were Adepta Soroitas.
This in itself worried him immensely. The Sisters were not deployed without reason. They tended to have a purpose for being in a place, and that purpose usually involved torching it with flamers. In Tartus's experience they tended to be more zealous than tactically adept, rushing in where even the Angels of Death; His Finest, the Adeptus Astartes, feared to tread. Not that the Major was not a man a faith. He had seen His most Divine Grace Protect on any number of occasions, yet he also knew that the Emperor tended to protect those best who gave some heed to their own protection.
So they marched on, into an uncertain future, towards uncertain objectives, with occasionally overzealous allies, in an Emperor forsaken void of a system.
What could possibly go wrong...
The general insanity was aided and abetted by Commissars imposing their presence, Priests blessing every single thing they could find, and Cogboys running about assuaging the agitated feelings of Machine Spirits. Yet somehow, just as with every other time before, the regiment was getting in order.
Of course it was a minor miracle they had found the Orozon system to begin with, and even more unlikely that they had found the planet in question, Cha. It was bad enough that they had been called away, the job left undone, from rooting out the cultists near the Damocles Gulf. He had rather been hoping to take a crack at the Tau. But now they had been called to a hidden system to fight, ..., well neither her nor the Colonel rightly knew. They had no intelligence on any enemy. Truth be told they had no intelligence on their "friends" either. Other than the fact that they were Adepta Soroitas.
This in itself worried him immensely. The Sisters were not deployed without reason. They tended to have a purpose for being in a place, and that purpose usually involved torching it with flamers. In Tartus's experience they tended to be more zealous than tactically adept, rushing in where even the Angels of Death; His Finest, the Adeptus Astartes, feared to tread. Not that the Major was not a man a faith. He had seen His most Divine Grace Protect on any number of occasions, yet he also knew that the Emperor tended to protect those best who gave some heed to their own protection.
So they marched on, into an uncertain future, towards uncertain objectives, with occasionally overzealous allies, in an Emperor forsaken void of a system.
What could possibly go wrong...