Field Kit Inspection: Wet Beaches and Heresy Edition

Alright, gentlemen, listen up!

You're probably all asking yourselves; "Commissar Knochenmus! Why are you wearing nothing but your Commissar's hat, and a black speedo with the Aquilla on it?". To which my answer is; Because we're going on vacation!

That's right people! I requested some time off for our regiment, due to all your recent hard work! As such, Segementum Command has kindfully shipped us off to the beach covered paradise world of, Celidorn IV!

So, I hope you've all packed your sunscreen and towels, because we're about to do a Surprise "Fun Kit Inspection"!

And for those of you from Krieg. This vacation is mandatory, and you WILL enjoy it while it lasts! Consider that an official order!

>Welcome to "Field Kit Inspection", home of the Unknown Regiment. Feel free to join in! Remember though, We tend to use spoilers for OOC chat, while greentexts are used for describing a character's actions, d20s for combat checks and d100s for other things you want to roll, with higher being better.

Ill get out my waterproof parts

Tempestor Prime, Nathaniel Marros, of the 82nd Iotian Minotaurs, Reporting in, Sir!

I guess my lads and I, have earned a few days off. Doesn't mean I won't be putting them through drills!

foot private, second class reporting

sorry for being late, i had to drag this twin plasma cannon all the way here

if its a vacation, i better bring my portable tent

Lieutenant, Matthias Wyvern, Sir! My men and I are suited up, and ready to get some rays!

Wonder if there'll be any decent bars?

oops forgot my name tag
sorry sir

looks like those darn catachan devils stole it again
its a lot harder to take it back from them than the scions

depends on if you like fruity drinks

Trooper! You are missing your name tag! I don't care if you're not wearing your normal, Munitorum issued uniform! You should have your name stitched onto your underwear, like I do!

...Or you can wear your dog tags! Either or!
Good idea! But make sure you aren't leaking oil or other things everywhere! I'd had to ruin the beaches this way!

Tempestus Scion Mantrek Faun, of the 82nd Lotian Minotaurs reporting for duty, Sir!

Hot day out, perfect for a xenos ambush don't you think?

My men, would never stoop so low, as to steal your name tag, Private!
>He'd poke his finger into the trooper's chest.

Unlike some of you, we atleast have honour!

dony worry tinman, if xenos were here, they are probably out on vacation too, no need to bother them, they aint gonna bother us

and if they do, then we just blast em
easy on my armor, unlike flak, fingerprints really stick to carapace

and i do have honor, i keep it in my footlocker

Did you just call me "Tin-man" private?

>He'd shake his head at the trooper.

That isn't Carapace armour! Atleast not FULL carapace armour.

Hell! I bet you took that from some deceased scion or other trooper who earned it! Didn't you!

Hey, I'm fine with a fruity drink. I'd rather it take good, than taste like watered down piss in a mug.

yes sir
and i call the techpriests "cogboys"
and the medicae "meat worker"
and my lascannon is "honor"
no sir, i bumped my flak armor really hard into the mud, and like magic it came out tougher

reports of scions nearby are greatly exaggerated

You will call me by my title Private! Do you understand me?

SCREEECH

>He'd take a seat as he waits for the Devourer transport, to land planet side.

You people, REALLY need to get along better... Otherwise this is going to be a LOOOOONG car ride to the beach...

Don't bother. At least it will be an entertaining long ride.

hey bud, you speak low gothic or are you choking on a ration bar?

yes sir, dont worry sir
your language is perfectly understandable

>lugs his cumbersome twin plasma cannon into the cramped compartment
like my previous sarge said, "never a boring day in the guard"

That's where you're wrong, trooper.

Me and are Scions.

SCREEECH
>Holds a green little bucket and a spade

you should probably get the medicae to get a look at you
you look like a pile of grox droppings

>Number Zero would walk up silently to the Commissar, his Gas mask and helmet still on
>His voice would sound crackly
...Krieg Infantry Specialist #0, reporting for duty...

>Slaps Dak
SCREEECH

I swear... The things the Commissar let's into the regiment are getting weirder, and more heretical with each passing day...

AGH
>I'd hit the thing in the face with the butt of my Hot-shot Lasgun

nonsense, a little recaf, a little exercise, and we will be as right as rain

Ah, one of the Death Korps troopers!

Hopefully you're not also here to complain about the regiment's vacation.

If not, than I'm happy to have you aboard!

Why have a vacation, when you could be dying for the Emperor sir?

sometimes we can live for the emperor, and a little beach time sure is good living
>gives a friendly pat on the back

calming SCREEECH

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>Using his persuasive skills
You *do* want to die for the emperor, don't you sir?

The fact that these men, through the use of my tactical genius, and ingenuity. Have managed to destroy an entire Ork WAAAGH!!!, An Eldar war host, cleansed and destroyed a Space Hulk full of foul chaos energies and Tyranid genestealers, and far more! These men deserve a few days off from the grim horrors of war!

Does anyone have any sunscreen?

Sometimes dumb bastards like you don't deserve to live

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!

>He'd take this as a challenge to his honour as a man, and a warrior of the Emperor.

Are you calling ME, Commissar Arthur. C. Knochenmus. A COWARD!?! HOW DARE YOU TROOPER!

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>Aids him
Indeed, it would be a great honor befitting a man of your status, not to speak level of competence!

100, 200, Or 5000?

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>Persuading him to die for the Emperor
A coward? Maybe. Taking a vacation instead of dying for the emperor? How preposterous

i found some SPF 9000 in the back of the taurox if you want
im sure the cogboys dont need it

If you're saying I'm not willing to die for the Emperor, you're sadly mistaken, trooper! I've given the entirety of my life in his service! Taken dozen of battle wounds, during the slaying of his numerous enemies! And even lost my left arm, leg, and eye, in his service!

All at different times, mind you... But still!

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>persuading him to kill himself
If you are not willing to die for the Emperor, right now, you are a puny Commissar

>It was at this point, that the Devourer landing craft, carrying the majority of the regiment, would finally land upon the surface of the planet. It's side and front doors opening up, and exposing it's cargo to the bright sun, and salty air, of Celidorn IV.

That might go a bit overboard, unless he was a coward. I'm certain our good commissar is not one, else he would have executed himself long ago.
I don't like this...

SCREEECH
>runs off to make a sand castle

You're so going to die....

Why would I waste my life right now, commiting suicide, when it would be mucj better spent, in his service upon the battlefield!

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>Persuading him to kill himself
Maybe because your life is worth nothing

Last one in the water, is a salty, faithless Krieger infantrymen!

>He'd bolt out the Devourer, and towards the white sandy beaches, and crystal clear water.

*beaches make my carapace turn blue*

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>Pawn begins to make a tower

It's too bright and hot! I'm not going out there!

>Tower quickly falls apart and some kind of small critter comes out of it

ITT: A Krieger with all the luck gets the regiment's leave cancelled in favour of a suicide mission and talks the commissar into an heroing

>takes off his air filter
it's been a while since I got clean air

time to go look for "souvenirs"
good idea, some sun will make you feel better

now if I can find that dozer blade for our chimera, I could build a truly big sand castle

>A small fighter drops from the heavens, out hops a small angery looking priest

is this the right regiment?

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>pawn tries to do it again

wtf is with these rolls!

>He would grab the infantry man by his throat with his bionic hand. Squeezing it tightly as he begins to drag h out of the transport, and towards the beach.

If it wasn't for the fact that we're on vacation. I'd show you what fore!

>He'd then hand the man a plastic shovel, and would throw him into the sand with all his might.

Just because you don't enjoy a day off every now and again. That doesn't mean, you can ruin it for the rest of us! So if you need something to do, go an dig a trench system for a sand castle fortress!

[well if its cancelled can you please help the berserker, I enjoy yelling as him]

what the heck is that?
>begins charging his plasma

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>the castle falls apart again
SCREEECH
>Pawn tries to do it again

>He'd walk over towards the ship, his body soaking wet from the water.

That depends... Are you looking for the "Unknown Regiment"?

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>I'd smash the plastic shovel into the man's testicles

>the man scowls at the lord-commissar

OI YOU, are you the fuckin idoit that leads this shit pit?

its been called that, but I was told its called miscriets and getting missions done with few casualtys [heresy]

>Pawn builds a magnificent snd tower modeled after a defensive hive spire, with a little commissar *BLAM-ing* insubortinate soldiers

No, wrong regiment, we have more than enough priests as is! Faith secure, you can go!
>huddles in a shadowy corner of the Devourer dropship

Rolled 15 (1d20)

*watch and learn rawr*

look here bud
you gotta mix some water with the sand
>begins using a carapace helmet as a bucket
when its nice and firm, it will hold its shape

>the arch confessor turns and levels a flamer of holy promethean at the pyker

YOU SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO YOU FUCKIN WITCH, NOW GET OUT OF MY WAY BEFORE I BURN YA

Hang on one moment, Sir.

>He'd take a moment and would run into the Devourer.
>There would be sounds of screaming and shouting, as the young Officer, begins to drag the Astropath out of the Devourer.

I don't care who you think you are... But you need some sun!

*interesting thought rawr*
*maybe the sun could actually be consumed rawr*

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>The Commissar's good eye would begin to twitch with anger at the Guardsman.
>With all his strength, he would toss the man into the ocean as far away form him as he possibly could.
>Rolling for distance.

Fine, fine, you can stick around and pray or something...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! It's too bright! Too hot! I want to inspect charge packs in the ship, where it's survivable!

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>Rolling to dodge
Fuck you!

the sun never hurt anyone

except that one time we when the planet we were in had no ozone, but that was not normal

>He'd continue to drag the man further down the beach, and away from the Devourer.

If you want to hide somewhere shady, you can do it at a casino, or a cabana! But you are not wasting our vacation inside a Devourer!

>the arch confessor picks up the hapless astropath and uses him as a umbrella. taking great care to make sure his face is pointed to the sun, I walk over to the commissar

OI YA DAFT GUN USING IDIOT

SCREEECH
>Pawn takes out a sun-blocking umbrella out of...*bag* and brings it to the Astropath

>The krieger gets throws into the ocean, and is promptly eaten by a giant xenos sea monster

looks like we got a brawl here
everyone place your bets

>unfolds a collapsible table
odds currently 3:1 commissars favor

>I'd watch as the Krieger was eaten mercilessly, and torn apart by the monster
By the Emperor...

>The man would be sent flying a good 300 meters down the beach, and into the crystal clear waters of the ocean.
>With hsiw work done, the Commissar would make his way towards a cabana bar to get a drink.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>Shrug
>Pawn begins to build a second tower

>sets up his table just in time to see the spectacle

never a dull moment in the guard

>does a double take
out of the water, there's xenos in there!

>the confessor puts his flamer on the guardsmens chest.

GAMBLEING LEADS TO AN IDLE HAND, THAT LEADS TO AN IDLE MIND THAT IS SUSSPTABLE TO CHAOS.
DO YOU WANT TO BET ON THAT GUARDSMEN?

YOU, LORD-COMMISAR COME HERE

The thing that are that Krieger? I think that's just private Hamms...

I AM BURNING!
I CAN'T SEE, WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GO?
MY MASK! IT BURNS, THE METAL BURNS MY SKIN!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-Oh, thank you-AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

>Malallius would seem to appear from absolutely nowhere, smirking as he did so
Ah, the forefront against chaos
>Me being a Daemon in disguise as a guard, I'd be able to tell a chaos daemon spawn from anywhere
Very devious...

>Pawn builds a second tower which looks like an anti-air tower of a hive city

>droping the pyker, I grind my foot on his hand and let out a small growl

respect your betters witch

>The Commissar would return a few moments later, a purple and pink drink in his hand, and a line sitting on the edge of the glass.


Ahhh, it's no wonder that one Commissar, turned to heavy drinking to deal with his issues.

Thankfully, I'm not like him in any way whatsoever!

>He'd take a sip from the cup.

>I'd whisper into one of the spawn's many ears, speaking in Daemon whisper
Listen here, you wretched spawn. I know who you are. I know what you are. Tread carefully.

are you the leader of this fuckin rable?
these disgraceful insolent almost hetitics?

You will watch your mouth, Priest! These are good, loyal soldiers of the Imperium! And you WILL treat them as such!

Oh, I do respect them, whenever I meet them... That's going to leave a mark... Would you kindly remove your boot from my hand?
He is! He is, and he dislikes it when his favorite Astropath is being oppressed!
Yes, treat me as such!... Pretty please?

well so much for going diving

one was gambleing, another was just eaten, another looks like a bug, yet another I'm sure has some form of disease that gives him tenticals
and A FUCKING WITCH, had the NERVE to tell ME to leave this WORLD.

your reqimant is not doing good in its first impressions

>the confessor turns and fires a short burst of flames at the bastard setting his clothes aflame

YOU JUST MET ONE

Again, I'm pretty sure that was just private Hamms who did that...

looks like you were almost fired there, astropath
>chuckles

but seriously keep that flamer away from these charcoals I found, cant let them burn before the barbecue

I would hate to try and cool with plasma, it tastes worse than it smells

Gambling, although not the best use of one's time, and resources, allows the men to bond, and it helps to raise regimental moral!

Has for everything else, I'm sure the sun was merely in your eyes, or you misheard due to the sound of crashing waves, against the beach.