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[Bdthemag]

    The reinforced, rusty metal walls of the transport ship creak and groan out in pain as the ancient ship comes down from the upper tiers of the planet of Frieden's atmosphere. The insides of the ship are dimly lit, with large groups of guardsmen from the 666th Vniediken Aerial Infantry Regiment huddled together amongst various crates of supplies. It's been a particularly draining transit for most of the men, although with the perils of warp travel behind them the atmosphere was considerably lighter than it was a few days ago. The men and women of the Vniediken Aerial Infantry were weary and still tramatized by the loss of their homeworld to the Ork warbands that swarmed its surface, just before crashing a Rok right into the surface. It was a valiant effort to try to defend and re-take what was left intact, but the Orks wouldn't stop coming. Wave after wave of them swarmed across the dry planet, killing anyone who didn't flee the planetside and onto the refugee camps established on the nearby asteroid belts and moons. Imperial forces are still trying to reconquer the planet, but the 666th proved to be too small for any useful large scale tactics, and many of the soldiers within the regiment were scarred from the major losses they had to take while fighting on the planet. You were all instead sent to a planet a few sectors over, far away from the conflict of your homeworld and instead to the idyllic paradise of Frieden.

All you've been told of the planet and why you were being sent there is that there has been an upscale in Ork activity in a nearby sector, and you were to be sent their to reinforce the Friedenian regiments who have been recently raised to help combat this threat. Chances are it'll be a relatively peaceful few weeks ahead as you wait to be extracted elsewhere with them, and everyone apart of the 666th will have time to rest and relax on the temperate planet. A few snippits of information regarding the planet have passed around since then during your transit to the sector, mainly regarding that it's some backwater agri-world, and that no one there knew fuck all about fighting. You're not sure if you're supposed to be here to help train a bunch of hicks, or just help them once you get to the actual fighting. But hey, a couple weeks of relaxation sounds nice, doesn't it?

Your squad was put together after the reorganization ordered by Colonel Haddaway (Your regimental commander) that followed the decimation of nearly half of your regiment, and most of you were put together rather hastily without much thought, which is evident by the Commissar and Ministorium Priest present in the squad. Along with the new squad, you were put into a new platoon. You and the rest of the people in this transport ship represent around half of Platoon III, and most of you barely know each other.

The transport ship lurches again, sending one unlucky guardsmen trying to move around off his feet and onto the ground, followed by the coarse laughter of the men around him. This ride has felt almost like an eternity, and the lack of any food besides corpse starch rations is definitely not a positive. Although after a few more moments pass by, a man wearing the standard issue armor for your regiment, save for the insignia on his shoulder signifying he's a Lieutenant walks by. “Get your damn gear together, we're almost at Vander! Get ready to be processed, anyone who leaves their equipment behind is going to have to answer to me!” he yells out, before moving to the next cluster of guardsmen and repeating the same message.

All of the guardsmen around you get up, grabbing their gear and the crates around them for transport. Some of the stronger men and women hoist full disassembled heavy weapon bundles onto their shoulders, while the more sensible guardsmen begin to distribute the parts amongst their squad. Time to pack up and get ready to move out.

Spoiler: PCs (click to show/hide)

Avos Yorke "Goat" - No Weapon Ready - Condition: Normal
Guy Aleksandr - No Weapon Ready - Condition: Normal
Harmon "Notch" Sarvus  - No Weapon Ready - Condition: Normal
Hoskuldr Hedinson - No Weapon Ready - Condition: Normal
Putri Sari - No Weapon Ready - Condition: Normal
Knoll Tuhlann - No Weapon Ready - Condition: Normal
Belensh Harverid - No Weapon Ready - Condition: Normal

[Elfeater]

Avos  gathers his equipment, as he gets off, he begins small talk with the nearby troops in his Squad.
"So, what do you guys plan on doing while we are here?"

[Cheesecake]

Pick up chainsword.

((Question: Do I and Caellath have ranks with in the IG? Because I read somewhere that the Ecclesiarchy and the Commisariat don't directly work for the IG?))

[Bdthemag]

((I believe that Caellath being a Commissar does have an actual ranking within the IG, while you would be more considered a specialist.))

[Rolepgeek]

Belensh stares at the trooper. "I plan on killing Orks, and doing the Emperor's Will. Would you do less?" He then stands up, stretching his legs as he picks up his gear and equipment, glancing around again at his new squad. A Commissar. That could cause problems. Bolt pistol would come in handy though. Well, Belensh would make sure they'd hold up in combat. That was his job. That was what he would do.

Gather gear, signal squad to follow me, carry Chainsword in right hand.

[Elfeater]

Avos slings his carbine over his shoulder, keeping the melta close at hand. "Well, of course sir, I meant before we get deployed. Also, do we know where we will be sleeping?

[Cheesecake]

"You'll be sleeping with the corpses, if you keep asking things. They might be trivial things but it's a bad habit. Ignorance is a virtue, friend."

[Elfeater]

Avos nods "Alright, sorry friend, the names Avos." He glances at the preist.

[Rolepgeek]

"Don't go killing the guardsmen if you can help it, Commissar. We need every hand we can get, whether or not they're a bit too curious. Though I share the sentiment." Belensh turns to glare at the guardsman. "The Commissar is right though. We'll find out where we're sleeping when we need to. What we do before we drop should be obvious; we prepare for battle and recite the proper Litanies over our weapons. Unless you want the machine spirit of your grav-chute to find grievance with you."

((G'night!))

[Bdthemag]

((To clarify, you're not about to drop in. You're simply going to Frieden to be be processed and embedded within the other two infantry regiments present on the planet, and you're simply going to land as opposed to jumping out of the ship.))

[Remuthra]

Aleksandr hefts his heavy chrome behemoth over his shoulder in preparation to leave.

Hah, we do what we always do. We die, and the Imperium stands another day to throw more Guardsmen at the Xenos. It's what we exist for in the first place, and the Incineration Express will come for all of us soon enough.

[Elfeater]

"Yes sir, my mistake."Avos nods, and  begins to double check his equipment. Making sure it is all there, he replaces the bag on his back, after taking the instructional handbook. He begins intently rereading it as they descend.

[Cheesecake]

"Don't feel too bad. Inquiry is a trait borne in all humanity. But a Guardsman must give up his humanity for humanity. As a preacher, I help the Guardsmen, motivate them for inevitable death."

((Rolepgeek: I'm not the Commissar, I'm the Priest.  ))

[Elfeater]

"Since we are going to live and die with each other for the Emporer, what are your names?"

[Remuthra]

People around here call me Alek.