All hands prepare for an assault landing on the planet below...

>Reluctantly, grabs her armor and pulsrifles and walks towards the hangar, opening her vox as she passes through the ship.
Last chance? Are you taking advice from a guy named Colonel Schaeffer now?
>Is hiding a blush, as she passes a few troopers and what appears to be a commissar.

>notices the commissar and slips past quickly
evenin'

Say what you will Hawthorne, but as your NCO, I know what's best. Besides... you might not get another chance to tell him after this.

That is most likely the only way to turn this into positive light... In addition to chance at field-experiments.

>Sees him slipping past her.
Y - yeah. Good evening! See you at the hangar?

>Nods at him.
Will tell him then, before I die. Is that fine with you?
>Arrives at the hangar, checking her pulsrifle.

The young NCO smiles cheerfully towards the adept, as he stands upon the dropships boarding ramp.
Exactly! You never know what you might discover or even rediscover whilr you're down there!

>He leans himself up against the inner wall of the Dropship while he waits.

So... are you joining us, our one of the few other dropships?

I may as well join you on the way down.
>Walks into the dropship

>Upon noticing her enter the hanger, he simply shakes his head, before a devious looking smile crosses his face.
>He then shouts loudly enough for the entire hanger to hear.

TELL HIM BEFORE WE LAND!!! THATS AN ORDER HAWTHORNE!!!

>staggers on board
anyone got a drink? fucking voicees and warnings have been bugging me all day.

It's an honour to have you aboard, Sir.
>He gives the man a smile and a mock bow.

Only the finest of luxuries here on Valkyrie Delta 463.

>Hears him yelling and wants to immedialy leave the hangar.
Sargeant! You!!

>Thinking she is out of options, Sam walks over to Larrs and kisses him for the entire hangar to see, before running into another dropship and slamming it shut behind her, a large blush evident on her face.

Happy?

>He'd firmly place his hand upon the Eldars shoulder. A serious look in his eyes.

Try to drown them out if you can... alright? I need you all at peek performance when we get down there.

>A bright smile then crosses his face, as he lets the Xeno go.
And I think Hawthorne wants to tell you something as well...

I think we may be in serious danger sarge...
>dazed and confused he sits there blushing and grinning like an idiot.
did that just happen?

It is far from sir, I am afraid.
I... Believe they should quiet down in a few days. That is what we have heard from our rare Eldar... Quests.

Like you wouldn't believe!
m.youtube.com/watch?v=WdqmmmKLDnk

>Malak let's out a rather loud 'WOOOOOOOoooooo!' at the sight of such a bold kiss. Before noticing some of the others cheering for the two love birds.
>A simple crosses the mans face. and Deep down inside... The sergeant feels as if everything might just end up being alright after all.

NICE WORK HAWTHORNE!!!

You're damn right it did! I Guess you Eldar aren't as all knowing as your species likes to believe!

Lighten up a bit Adept! Things might just work out after all.

>Yes it did.
>Sam has shut of her vox and keeps holding the entrance of the dropship shut.
What? You didn´t want ANY!?!
>Sam can be heard yelling, allthough the sound is being muffled. She goes immedialy silent afterwards.

>Sam is to embarassed to reply.

You win this round.

>grins up at him
I guess we're not, you think she was trying to tell me something? like, do you think I have a chance with her?

>Enters the hangar, trying to have a look of authority on his face.

>The young man looks utterly ridiculous instead.

That was supposed to be Sam.

>eyes the commissar nervously before starting to play to the group of guardsmen around him.
>youtube.com/watch?v=kM0mjukDGRw

>Upon seeing the Commissar enter, the man would stand at attention before exclaiming loudly.

Commissar on deck!

Larrs...
>The man can only smile before entering the Dropship.
You're an idiot to think she doesn't want you. And if I were you, I'd expect MORE of that when we get back...

of course I do! I've been waiting for this for WEEKS!!! Just like ive been waiting for weeks to post that link

Knowing I won´t be of use to my master at these troubling times does not leave me much in the form of optimism. All I can do is maintain contact with him and continue my research into things past and experiment on what we could use in the future.

>stands up quickly and smiles back at him,
I'm going to go ask her to dance.
>knocks sheepishly on the door
Sam? Mots playing a very pretty song if you'd care to listen with me?

What is all this commotion about?
>Looks over the hangar, his eyes stopping at you.
I hope for your wellbeing, that this is not some heretic gibberish.
>Raises his boltpistol for a moment, before turning away from you, trying to look intimidating.

>Slowly walks over to you, reveling in the fact that he had been saluted to.
Are you the new owner of this ship? My superior wants me to acompany a catachan regiment here.
>He thinks, that the regiment is of catachan origin.
And why are those catachans not wearing their regular uniforms? I shall have them punished for this later.

>He takes a seat near the entrance of the Valkyrie's cockpit. Stowing his gear away as quickly as possible before doing so.
>The young Guardsmen would flash the Adapt a smile as he speaks.

Just trust in the God Emperor, and the many men and woman around you... do that, and most of us will make it through this mess.
>He then activates his Vox. Setting it to transmit to the nearby guardsmen. His voice loud and angry as he begins to speak.

I'm not hearing boots making their way up loading ramps! Why am I not hearing that!?

>Opens the door for small moment, before shutting it close again.
After the mission, okay?
>Is still sporting a massive blush on her face.

not a fan of music sir?
>ignores the bolter since he's had far worse pointed at him.
>youtube.com/watch?v=nkKuhAxcH7g

>Larrs just grins
it's a date
>nods at the Sgt. and straps himself in.

We're not Catachans, Commissar. I do not know what you have been told, but this Regiment is of Penal origins! It was taken in by the Inquisition and is now a mixture of various regiments. Many of which are of non-Penal origins. Myself one of them.

Larrs! This is NOT the time for a dance! Stow your gear and get ready for a drop!

That goes for the rest of you ladies diddling about!

so I assume were waiting for a few specific people before starting the ground assault? Or can we start up now?

Only music sanctioned by the God Emperor is worth hearing trooper..
>Looks furious at his boltpistol being ignored.
Remember that well,catachan.

You dare assuming, that one of the emperors servants, namely the administratum has made a mistake?
>Gets onto the dropship and glares at you.
I should have you flogged for such an comment Sargeant.
>Jochen seems to only believe his part of the story.

>Sam can only mutter "yes", before shutting off her vox again.

Depends. When do they show up?

won't have time today but how would I go about getting into this? Do I just all of a sudden bring in a character?

>looks down at his Elysian uniform and grins at the commissar, ain't no Catachans here but Gary sir.
just make a character and join in on the madness

In nutshell, yes. Introductions happen on the fly.

Yep.
AntagAnon can't be here today, so I guess just wing it.

Pretty much!

>While the NCO is not actually afraid of this young Commissar (he's seen far worse). He knows it's better to keep on their good side as much as possible. Hence. He chooses his words incredibly carefully.
I'm not saying the Administratum is wrong, Sir. What I'm saying is that there may have been changes to your orders after you left. Hence why you were brought here to keep our regiment in check. I'm betting it had something to do with your abundant leadership skills, and incredible devotion to the God Emperor, Sir.

>grins at the closed door
this is going to be great.
>tries very hard not to laugh

>As the last of the space aboard his Valkyrie is taken up. Malak would make a quick comms check with the other dropships.
>A smile appears upon his face as he receives confirmation that the other dropships are prepped and ready to go.
>He switches the channel over to the bridge. Requesting permission for the dropships to deploy

Permission granted, Sergeant. In the Emperor's name, let none survive.

>He shoots the Xeno a look that could cause a Black Legion chaos marine to think twice about what he was doing.
>He'd mouth out the words "Shut the fuck up!"

>Approaches what looks to be the junior commissar, tapping him on the shoulder
>Stands at attention, holding out what appears to be a datapad

Grenadier 2947292783 reporting for active duty at new regiment!

>Datapad would state Grenadier 2947292783 was reassigned to penal legion after refusing to execute a injured comrade

I don´t see a trooper named Gary around here, trooper? DO YOU? You should catachans should learn to show respect.
>Notices the uniform and glares at it.
You´re even stealing the uniforms of other regiments nowadays!

>Is actually listening now, after having been given such a compliment.
Is that so? I shall have to check for changes later then. But... if my abundant leadership skills are needed, what have you been doing all this time?
>Is not even thinking about apologizing for his prior comments, instead focusing on the Sargeant.
For my skills to be needed, your´s must be abyssmal Sargeant. I shall have to think up a strategy course to make it better.

>Looks at you, practically denying the fact that you´re a xeno.
Quit laughing trooper! We are deploying soon!

>The Main Weapon is badly damaged.
>It might overheat, but overall looks like it isn't going to explode.

>The Sons of Malice seem to be regrouping over the badly shaped warhound titan, expecting a full-escale attack to come at them.

stepping off the ramp of the landing craft I turn and face the twin suns blazing down on this forsaken world, suddenly a large shadow looms over head I look up my life flashes before my eyes

I am then crushed under the foot of a Knight titan

>keeps a straight face in the end.
looks like we're all ready to go now.

Understood, Sir!
>He then switches off his Vox, before mumbling out.

Hope that doesn't include us as well...

>He'd quickly get back on the Vox. Giving the Dropship pilots the green light to go, before shouting out to everyone on-board.

HANG ON EVERYONE! THIS IS GONNA BE A BUMPY RIDE!

>The dropships quickly fire up their thrusters, before immediately taking off from the Heralds many hangers.

>Coming out from the various other ships in the fleet would be additional dropships. Most of which contain other troops and gear headed for the planets surface.

It looks like so...

>Turns to look at the grenadier, reading the datapad.
Why would they send you to an penal regiment, when you didn´t waste the emperor ammo and made sure one of his troopers could figth another war?
>Looks confused for a moment, before regaining his composure or lack thereoff.
You shall go today without rations. If such behavior will be seen under my watch, I shall extend it to a week. Understood?

>Jochen simply nods, studying you for a moment.

Finally! Let´s figth for the emperor!

>smiles at the commissar and nods happily at at the Corporal

>Barely manages to slam down into a seat as the shit takes off, calmly strapping himself in as it blasts down towards the planet.
>The skull face plate of his gas mask scans his new comrades in the interior of the valkyriem settling on the one appearing to issue orders
>Shouting to be heard over the roar of thrusters

Sir! Grenadier 2947292783 reporting in! What are the details of our current deployment? I have remained uninformed of ?

>Nods in understanding

Understood Commissar. I will not fail the Emperor again Sir.

We got another comissar assigned to us?

>Even as the Dropship makes its way through the planets atmosphere. Dodging anti-aircraft fire along the way. The sergeant simply remains calm, whilst choosong his words carefully.

Well as you likely know Sir. The Inquisition is allowed to... shall we say
.. bend the rules... and as such, several Xenos were brought into the fold. Many of which were put under my personal command.

>The sergeabts body shakes a little from the sharp turn the Valkyrie takes, but quickly resumes talking.

That... mixed with the fact that much of regiment is made up of so many different kinds of people... has made things difficult for everyone to manage. It also doesn't help that no one has seen our Commissar in weeks. So they probably thought he was dead.

And seeing your abundant skills. Command saw you as the only person suitable to replace him.

>B'ork, still sitting in the pilots chair, and controlling somehow controlling the now moving titan, looks over to his bestest friend, the warpsmith and ask.

Oi', boss! Now dat, dat odduh tiotan is retretean away fer' now. Wha'z we gonna do about all dem 'umies coming in?

apprently so, shame about what happened to all the other.
>grins
I liked RIki the most, such a spectacular way to go.

>The NCO smiles, and looks over to the trooper. His body shaking due to turbulence and the pilots performing evasive maneuvers, as he begins s.

I haven't seen you before... what's your name trooper?

>His body shakes a little, before he continues talking. His tone of voice sounding more like that of a kind, older brother than of someone with rank.

And don't give me any of that number crap you said a minute ago... I want your REAL name!

Apparently so... not that I'm complaining

>Tries to look intimidating.
On second look, are you an abhuman strain, trooper? I require your papers, if you survive this deployement.

You didn´t seem to fail him in the first place trooper.
>Is actually saying something reasonable.

>Perks up at the Sargeants words, while tring to remains seated.
So... this is the regiment of a certain Verasii?
>Jochen looks disgusted.
If the inquisition thinks the xeno are of use, then they shall not be executed immedialy.
>Looks pointedly at his boltpistol.
My skills will hopefully be enough to put this heretic trainwreck back on it´s proper course. But... what do you mean, your current commissar has not been seen in weeks? Such a thing has to be reported!

Humans coming i-?

HUMANS COMING IN?!

Gree-lee... you don't know when to quit do you?!

Use the Vulcan Mega Bolter on them whilst I try to re-estabilize the Main gun. The titan is still too damaged to move around so use that lever to turn the platform it's standing on.

>Opens the hatch and exits the titan, easily reaching it's right "arm" by moving with the mechadentrides.

>On the meantime, the Sons of Malice deploy multiple Stromhawk Interceptors as well as Hell Talons to stop the incoming transports.

abhuman... you could say that, most folks call us knife ears, we're more human than ratlings though
>he's doing a very good job of keeping a stright face.

Me neither, I'm just surprissed they keep assigning them to us after what happens to all of them.

>All the man can do is shrug slightly at this.

Couldn't tell you Commissar... from what I've come to understand, this sort of thing has happened several times before.

>His body shakes once more as he continues talking.
In all likelihood, your stay with us will be brief at most, and you'll be transfered into a less heretical regiment where your skills truly belong.

>Is believing every word.
Knife ears? Someone had the gall to name an abhuman after eldar?
>Shakes his head and snarls.
What segmentum are you from? I never heard of such a abhuman name before. The men that named your´s should be executed.

Several times before...?
>At this, Jochen looks genuiely terriefied, before turning back to glaring.
Are you sure, this isn´t a catachan regiment?

But yes, this assignment will probably be short and I shall return to my superior soon.

>The truth of the matter being, that Jochen was reassigned because of the disappeariances, as incompetent as he is.
>He doesn´t know that fact.

You should be proud to have an commissar on board trooper!

>Tilts head as his new CO demands a name, but its an order, and so is obeyed

If my number is insufficient then I can provide you with my alternate labeling. or 'name'.

>Seemingly heedless of the shaking of the Valkyrie, his body swaying seemingly in perfect time with it, taking out a rather beaten copy of the Uplifting primer
>Pulls a small slip of paper from it.
>He reads this small slip, obviously not remembering what was written their as well as his number.

My name is Jurgen Sir. Is that sufficient for labeling?

>Places the primer back in his ruksack, but keeps the slip of paper out

According to my old CO and assignment to a Penal Regiment I have Sir. But your judgement is superior to mine.

Oi! You sure boss? I t'ink yer' Tiotan be moon' pretteh wellz if yea ask me!

>As he'd say, parts of the Titan that were thought to be unoperational would somehow actually be moving on their own! Albeit, they would be moving incredibly slowly, even for a titan.

But I'll sendz all da Dakka at dem!
>He'd then press a fee random buttons, before stumbling upon the one that fires the Vulcan cannon. Firing it at the various Necrons and human dropships that are inbound.

err, noteldar is the full name, it;s pronounced note-la-dar
>his shit eating grin grows wider as the commissar soaks up his words.
so um, wht planet are you from sir?

Oh, I AM glad, sir, I just lost hope on this regiment being normal ever again.

Saint Drusus protect us... We are on our way to certain death if we don´t keep enough distance.

>Eisen stumbles and almost falls off from the arm as the titan moves lightly.

>He then looks at the cockpit.

Wait... ork weapons never work unless weilded by orks... the titan was pretty much immobile until he took the controls...

... Could it be...?

Hey, B'Ork I think I almost fixed the main gun.
>He's not going to believe this, there's no way he would believe it this early, is there?
Could you, perchance do a test shot to see if the energy is coming through fine? Aim on one of their dropships.
>There's no way he's going to believe the weapon was fixed this fast, this is going to fail I shouldn't be doing this, it's going to blow in my feet...

>But if he does believe it and this thing manages to fire, it will confirm my theory...

>It takes nearly everything the man has in him to keep from laughing at the conversation happening before him.

>The young man gives to trooper a brotherly smile.
Well Jurgen... I'm Sergeant Malak Ordenius. I'm the man in charge of Dreg-Crosser squad, and currently your new boss! So welcome to the regiment's local group of misfits!

think of it now working because of Ork psyker bullshit magic and leave it at that.

heading off now guys

Give me the name of your old CO and regiment and I see to it, that they are properly punished for their misconception trooper.
>Jochen looks utterly full of himself now.

I assume they were kriegerss?

Note-la-dar?
>Practices pronouncing it for a bit before answering.
I´m from a former garden world near the segmentum tempestus. The planet received an exterminatus after the PDF troops stationed there failed to stop an genestealer incursion. I´m glad this heretic wreck is gone.
>Smirks for a moment, remembering the explosion he watched from a spaceship.
And why are you grinning now, trooper? Thinking about slaughtering the enemies of man?

You don´t have to worry any longer trooper, as far as the inquisition does not interfere, I shall cleanse this regiment of heresy.

Kay, see you around.

>Levels his reaver chainsword at the titan, pointing at it with a mixture of challenge and contempt. Over vox, you hear a smug voice:

"Aren't you... forgetting someone?"

Grrr...

B'ORK! CRUSH THAT FOOL! SHOW HIM THE POWER OF A MIGHTY TITAN!

I'llz do ya'z one bett'ah Boss!

>He presses buttons seemingly at random.
>This causes the titan to aim it's main gun upward towards the sky.
>Specifically, he'd be aiming it towards the fleet up in orbit over the planet.
>He then presses the button that fires the cannon. Sending a massive wave of Ork and warp fueled energy screaming towards one of the larger ships above. Hitting it dead center.
>The beam cuts through multiple decks in an instant. As if it were a hot knife through butter.
>The ship, unable to handle the stress from the damage. Rips in half, floating aimlessly in space for but a moment, before erupting into a momentary sun that can be seen from the planet below.

Did I doz good Boss?

"That's the spirit!"

"Any of you peasants interfere in this duel, and I will have you flogged!"

>Looks up from her notes at the monitor

"I knew the Sons of Malice were infamous for teamkilling, but that's just ridiculous.."

Haha...

Hahahaha....

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Well done B'Ork! Now aim the main gun on that pesky imperial knight. We're blowing the pest first, then Gree-lee.

>Nods to Sergeant Malak
Thank you for the Introduction Sir, I hope not to dissapoint the regiment

>turns to look at the Commissar, tilting his head in confusion
My old CO Sir? Quartermaster 9273837 gae the order for exeqution, Major 793984 gave the discharge on his recommendation Sir. I was then transferred to this regiment.

>A shudder in the Valkyrie is seemingly ignored as he shakes his head
They were in the right sir, I disobeyed a direct order. I am lucky to not have been summarily executed.

Indeed, Kreigers

Rolled 13 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

Oi'm on it Boss!

The Ork then forces the Titan to charge towards the Knight Errant. Screaming loudly enough that the other pilot could hear him screaming-"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" from the Titans open cockpit.
>The entire time, the Ork would be mashing buttons and random, as he fires the Vulcan cannon endlessly towards the Knight Errant, until he was within striking range to head bash him.

adding 2 because Ork Psyker bullshit magic

Are we going to stay here and fight that abomination? I may need to start an experiment or two earlier than I had wished for.

I'm afraid he's a Krieger, sir.

Oi'z onnet Boss! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
>The former Ork Warboss begins to press buttons once again seemingly at random.
>This random button mashing however, causes the Titans main cannon to begin Charging up a shot, as he aims it towards the Knight Errant in front of him.

YER' TOIMES AT AN END 'UMIE! BUT T'ANKS FER' DA FIGHT!

>Is there even time to dodge the shot!?!

Rolled 12 (1d20)

Valkyrie transport locked.

Lascannon's firing on target

>Technically a full charge takes around 60-70 seconds before being able to fire so I'd say yes.

>The NCO Sony shrugs at the Krieger

You can't really disappoint a regiment like this.

... Well... unless you decide to join Chaos...

Hey! I guess you've finally got someone to look up to other than me!
>Despite everything that's happened between them, the sergeant can't help but home about the Corporal looking like some wannabe Krieger.

Of course, I hope Jurgen being here won't interfere with me bring your personal hero Corporal!

also dammit captcha! Mayonnaise may be an instrument, but it is NOT a drink!

Emperor´s mercy... Now even their fighters are shooting at us. Can´t we land and take cover, already?

Needless to say, before he became so hard to locate, I took example of the Quartermaster, these last days I've been taking it from you, sarge.

Also-
HOLD ONTO SOMETHING EVERYONE!

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>Goes rolling across the field, a titan being significantly bigger than a knight. He prepares to move in, but sees
and gives the Helltalon a burst from his Icarus Autocannon before resuming the fight

This makes getting them to be punished nigh impossible trooper. If they were in the rigth, see to it, that I don´t find reasons to execute you in their stead.
>The junior commissar raised his bolt pistol in the air.
And the lot of you! Quit shuddering. Soldiers of the emperor should stride forward inspiring fear! Not fearing things themselves!

Rigth, seems like it. This regiment seems to be quite colorful. One could confuse it with an entire battalions figthing on planets surfaces.

Oh SHI- Trooper´s! Prepare for a figth!
>The junior commissar braces himself for the incoming cannon fire.
Someone get to shoot the enemy ship!

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>The transport shakes rather violently as the pilot begins taking immediate evasive maneuvers, as las cannon fire begins streaming around it.
>One shot lands a hit upon one if it's wings. Causing fire and scrap to fly forth from it.
>However, the pilot is skilled at his job, and manages to keep it going despite the strain.

>The NCO shakes violently as he yells out.
SHIT! ALL HANDS HOLD ON! THIS IS GONNA GET ROUGH!

Forgot my name again.

I AM HOLDING FOR MY DEAR LIFE! IS THE TRANSPORT GOING DOWN THE EASY OR THE HARD WAY, IF I MAY ASK?!