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The Adeptus Adminstarum has noted a 3.7% decrease in artillery shell usage which has not lead to a reported decrease in hostile Xenos casualty rate. This increase is significantly outside of predicted improvements based on training, experience and high casualty incidences.
Mission
Imperativus
- Determine veracity of reports coming from the embattled forces. - Record and verify current Artillery operation meets the proscribed proceeded as detailed in the Guardsman's primer.
Primaris - Record current conflict levels, with aim to provide secondary data set to inform the Astra Militarum leadership of any tactical risks to current planning.
Secondus - Maintain awareness of all threats to the Imperium. Ensure all identified threats are either eliminated or escalated via the chain of command.
Last Edit: Jan 3, 2024 17:10:31 GMT by Tetradymite
Tectotum Cognistigon Tetradymite - Factotum Grade LXXVIII of the Adeptus Mechanicus - Savant Grade XIX of the Inquisiton
Tetradymite looked at the glowing letters on the data slate. They had their own plans, but duty would always come first. They started to check on the rudimentary information needed to investigate the specifics of the this increased efficiency. It was not the first time the boots on the ground had found ways to better combat the Xeno filth, but it was also not the first time these reports were filled with only lies.
Tetradymite made out 2 sets of orders the first to the Deathwatch Fortress on Sikyoni. These type of orders were more informing the Inquisitorial chain of command on the actions of one of their agents. Alongside offering the chance for any operatives not in the field the opportunity to provide accompaniment for Tetradymite.
The second was to some of the local forces. Or rather the non-local forces who were stationed on Tyrin. Browsing the official list of troops their red eye flares briefly in what Tetradymite longer acquaintances knew was a smile. A small deployment of Kreigers were available, taking a respite from the frontlines, which is all that passed for R&R for them. Scrolling through the personnel within the Corinth system a few names seemed relevant, but only one satisfied the Tech-Priests own criteria. Watchmaster Krost Cabur.
Tetradymite penned his missives and set about preparing themselves for another simple & mundane assignment.
Last Edit: Jan 3, 2024 17:57:46 GMT by Tetradymite
Tectotum Cognistigon Tetradymite - Factotum Grade LXXVIII of the Adeptus Mechanicus - Savant Grade XIX of the Inquisiton
A team of Krieg Engineers sat at an ammo depot a mile behind friendly lines, all eagerly awaiting their next assignment. All seemed eager except for one, Watchmaster Krost. He was less than excited for another mission. The man sat patiently until a Vox message came through to Krost. The man was reluctant to answer it because he knew that it would just be a call to the frontline for some sort of issue that would just end up with one of his men dead. But alas, he had no choice. He answered the message and saw that he was, indeed, being called up to the front for an issue. There wasn’t much use in fretting over what that issue was in specific, he and his team were carrying all they needed for any type of mission required of them. Downtime had come to an end and he gathered his team of men around him, informing them all that they were moving out and heading back to the front.
“We step off in ten minutes. Have all your gear ready to go by then. Get to it.”
Ordered Krost to his team of ten men, all Engineers of the Death Korp of Krieg. Not to mention all of them relatively fresh and new to his team, most of them also lacking any major experience in the field. Krost stepped away as all his men gather their equipment, he grabbed his own gear and put his shotgun over his shoulder with its sling. He then waited patiently for his team to assemble once more with all their gear.
“Both teams form up behind me, we’re moving out.”
He said before promptly turning around and allowing a second for the teams to form up behind him in a double column before they set off towards the front once more, leaving the ammo depot behind. It wasn’t too long before they reached the front line, Krost led them to the area they were directed to report to. The area they had arrived at was an artillery battery, which wasn’t out of the ordinary for him as he had to deal with maintenance on artillery sections many times in the past. It was then that he glanced around in search of the one who had ordered him to the front. But then he noticed something off. Some of these batteries weren’t even functional. Crews seemed to hang around them idly while examine some of the machinery and parts, looking cluelessly as to what might be going on.
“Alpha team, deal with these two. Beta team deal with the two next to them.”
Ordered Krost, directing his two teams of five to different artillery batteries to work on. Although they seemed to arrive at a roadblock as well, the teams couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the massive guns.
“Blasted…”
Groaned a Krieger who had about half his arm reached inside the machinery of the gun, trying to figure out what was wrong with it.
“Step back and check the panel on the other side.”
Krost told the man, who then promptly did as he was told. The Watchmaster then examined the area that had previously been worked on. It looked like a mechanics worst nightmare, the equipment was so poorly maintained that every timed it had fired it was practically tearing itself apart.
“Where’s a tech priest when you need one…”
Grumbled the man, now reaching his hands down to try and begin un-fucking this mess. Still he was unaware as to the whereabouts of the one who ordered him here having getting distracted by some strange issue.
Watchmaster Krost Engineer of the Death Korp of Krieg
Post by Jara Hellhammer on Jan 3, 2024 21:28:56 GMT
Thump, thump, thump.
Deep within the Deathwatch fortress on Sikyoni, a lone member of the watch repeatedly swung his War Hammer in the training grounds. The shockwaves reverberating throughout the area. He had an intense stare as he eyed his practice targets, almost staring through them rather than at them. The sounds of approaching footsteps caused the Salamander to swing around, almost taking a chunk out of the visitors face in the process. Upon seeing the face of the visitor, he immediately relaxed, letting the tension leave his body and loosening his grip on the war hammer. He slung it over his shoulder as he managed a smile.
"Ah, Brother Oudious, what news do you bring? Orders from the Inquisitor perhaps? Please tell me there's Xenos to deal with, I'm getting antsy being help up in the fortress."
The large man's voice was so deep that it could almost cut stone, as he spoke almost entirely in monotone.
Oudious in his usual way relayed the information with a bit of dramatic flair with Hellhammer listening intently, a smirk on his face. He shook his head, but the smirk gave away his amusement.
"Sometimes, you make me wanna throw you to the Salamanders of my home world, brother."
After a small back and forth filled with banter, the pair gear up and head off to join the rest of the already assembled squad. It wasn't long before they reached their destination. Taking stock of the situation, Hellhammer scoffed at the mess of mechanical equipment before taking note of the Krieg Engineers in front of him. Taking time to examine the machinery, he came to the conclusion that his smithing skills could not fix such a thing and silently lamented someone allowing it to get into such a state.
After the preliminary checks are done, Hellhammer and Oudious approach the Krieg. "Status report?" Not a man to mince words, Jara knew that the Krieg were here for the same mission that he was and so, he figured that he may as well let the Krieg give him a report.
The Guardsmen were hard at work by the looks, all seeming to chip away at progress towards getting the batteries back to functioning order. Krost had managed to fix one of them relatively quickly with the assistance of his squad members, then moving to the next gun that needed maintenance. The use of these guns in battle was crucial as they were perhaps the most casualty causing weapons that the Guard had constant access to when fighting in any environment. He knew that this was probably a company wide issue as well, that this lack of maintenance didn’t just start and stop here at this gun battery but probably persisted throughout an entire unit. The man stood up and let his team take care of the rest of the work while he gazed off in the direction of the battlefield. It seemed to be raging on. Luckily he wasn’t up in the front line digging tunnels or setting up demolitions. The worst place any Guardsmen could be was at the front.
“Thank the Emperor we’re not up there…”
Krost grumbled to himself before looking to his men.
“Let’s pick up this pace. Every minute these guns aren’t firing we lose more men at the front, their lives are in your hands now.”
He figured he’d give them some sort of encouragement and motivation to hurry their process, but not to overdo it and cause error in repairing and maintaining the guns. He then heard a thumping sound. One he hadn’t heard in a while yet one he still recognized. Turning to see the large lumber men in armor, his attention specifically being drawn to the one in terminator armor.
“My lord, the situation here isn’t good. These guns are not operational due to neglect. I suspect other artillery sections on this part of the line may suffer from the same problem. My men are doing what they can but we are not fully equipped to do these sorts of repairs in these heavy guns.”
Said Krost as he stood before the Terminator, looking up at him before he looked back to his men to see the progress they had made.
“Were you the one who called me here, my lord? Or were you called as well?”
Asked the Watchmaster, curious as to the presence of a terminator here on the line of an artillery section. Most men there had probably never seen such a sight, although Krost had seen plenty a Space Marine in his years of service.
Watchmaster Krost Engineer of the Death Korp of Krieg
Post by Jara Hellhammer on Jan 4, 2024 10:15:16 GMT
"So, it's worse then the reports stated."
Jara studied the men standing before him, noting the awe in most of them. That was something that he had grown to expect as not that many have seen his ilk before and most would count themselves lucky not to have. His eyes then focused fully on Krost, taking note of the fact that his reaction was different. It seemed as if he'd seen the Deathwatch before and that intrigued the Terminator. There seemed to be more to this Kriegsmen than met the eye.
"Neglect? Well now, that sounds like we've got heretics on our hands... The Emperor will not be pleased to hear of this."
Hellhammer paused for a moment, glancing once more at the men stood before him, taking in what he could from their reactions. He then turned to Brother Karak Oudious, sensing a pleased smile from his squad mate and gives him a slight nod.
"We were given orders to be here, much like you were. The Inquisitors saw fit to call upon my squad. There may be threats to deal with and dealing with threats is what we do best."
Taking in the situation once more, he nodded to Krost.
"Your men are doing what they can, I see that. As one that trained in smithing, I can tell that this will take some time to fully repair to operational status."
Another pause. Jara couldn't hold back his curiosity.
"You didn't seem to be particularly fazed by our presence. I take it you've seen our kind before?"
Making quick strides a Tech-Priest of the Mechanicum approaches the unlikely pair, a small cloud of servo-skulls in orbit around them. As their mechanical legs come to rest 2 heavily armoured arms appear from within their robes, immediately forming into the Aquila salute. A servo skull blares into life "Most sincere greetings Honored Veteran of the First Company, Battle Brother of the Long Watch, Master of the Promethium Forge, Ork Bane and Foe Slayer Hellhammer." This is coupled with a neat bow. "Presenting Tectotum Cognistigon Tetradymite Factotum Grade LXXVIII of the Adeptus Mechanicus, Savant Grade XIX of the Inquisition".
There is a momentary pause and then a voice comes from within the deep hood.
"Gratitude - Attendance to this irregularity with diligent haste. Orders - Watchmeister your assets are to ascertain extend of functionality of this Artillery deployment. They are to tag and prioritise repairs, with you to ascertain the cause of non-function. You have one standard turn of the chrono to see this done. Assets - Provided are five servo-skulls; three auspexes and two advanced repair servo-skulls. Deploy these assets amongst your team for the duration of this task. Addendum - Watchmeister your assets are under immediate secondment to the Holy Orders of the Emperor's Inquisition. Switch to the designated frequency for all transmission. The Deathkorps have a reputation, you will see this upheld. Dismissal - Dismissed"
With a directed wave of their arm 5 Servo-skulls float towards the seemingly un-phazed Watchmaster Cabur and Noospheric control codes are passed over the vox-channels to the engineer. Moments later higher level codes are shared over an heavily encrypted Inquisitorial channel to Brother Jara.
Tetradmyite turns to the ceramite clad Angel of Death. Were it not for the focus of one of the unassigned servo-skulls the very presence of the un-augmented human seemed to have vanished from their consideration.
"Conjecture - A minimum deficit of 1110 shells per day, broad non-functioning of artillery pieces & unimpacted reported Xeno casualty rate, Heresy on multiple fronts. Requirements - Ensure tactical warfare viability of this theatre of war, locate unspent shells, trace maintenance records, trace maintenance personnel, trace casualty data set, identify chain of responsibility for noted failures in duty to the Holy Golden Throne. Request - Additional considerations"
There is a slight cocking of the skull faced visage as they await a repose from the Astartes.
Tectotum Cognistigon Tetradymite - Factotum Grade LXXVIII of the Adeptus Mechanicus - Savant Grade XIX of the Inquisiton
The Krieger’s eyes looked up at the hulking mass that was the Terminator, he could still never get over as to how massive these men were. To think that that was supposed to be related to his own genetics and physiology, Krost could understand being related to abhumans like an Ogryn but he still thought it impossible that his species was related to this super human creature. His lifeless gas mask then turned away from the Terminator, looking out and across towards the battlefield.
“Yes, my lord, I have met many different kinds of servants to the Emperor. Of all shapes and sizes. They all serve their purpose in the great instruments of war.”
Stated the Krieger as he continued his work on the gun. The presence of these elite soldiers was a bit worrisome, as it meant that something wasn’t going as planned and their interference offered a way to fix that problem in the plan. It was then that the noticed the arrival of a different person, or what was left of that person. A Tech Priest, a tech priest is exactly what they needed for this assignment, someone who knew how to deal with these things as their entire existence depends on those skills. Or so, that’s what Krost thought at least. He stood shocked for a moment at the introduction of the Terminator as well as the Tech-Priest’s own introduction but Krost listened regardless of introductions for the both of them. His mission was now clear on what it was he had to do, with the introduction of Servo skulls making it easier to complete his mission.
The man turned to the Tech Priest upon receiving his orders and gave them a nod of the head as he received the codes over his Vox-Communications. He didn’t often have access to these resources. He would make the most of it while he could, having access to these resources.
“Thank you, Sir, I shall see to it that the mission is completed.”
He then utilized the skulls to immediately mark this gun section ae “Critical Condition” before tasking the repair skulls to work on the equipment.
“Alpha team, move south to the next gun installation and take two Auspex Skulls and one repair skull. Beta team with me, we’ll take the gun emplacement north of here. Let’s get to it men.”
Commanded Krost to his men, who all immediately leaped up and switched focus to doing as Krost had told them to do. Soon, they would begin marching and fade off to find more artillery teams to inspect their equipment and guns.
Watchmaster Krost Engineer of the Death Korp of Krieg
Post by Jara Hellhammer on Jan 5, 2024 9:09:34 GMT
Hellhammer stared down at the Krieger, having a moment of small ponderance regarding the differences between the two. Deep down there was a part of him that envied the ma for he was at least still human. Fully human, unlike himself with the genetic modifications that were required to turn him into... this form. His gaze nonetheless remained focused on the Krieger even as the man turned away. He gave a nod in response to the man's words.
"That they do... Even the usually unseen."
The terminator's gaze then swiftly turned to the newly arrived Tech Priest. He spends a moment studying the Priest, paying particular attention to the floating servo skulls and his mechanical legs. When the heavily armoured arms come out, he studies them in depth as well before politely bowing his head in response to the greeting whilst instinctively doing the salute.
Silently, he glances between the two before him as orders are given to the Krieger with him offering a nod that is both affirming and somewhat commanding.
"Hmm..."
The first thing to escape his lips is an affirmative grunt upon receiving his orders as he turns to inspect the battlefield. The Tech Priest confirming his suspicions, he grips the handle of his Thunder Hammer tightly whilst scouring the vicinity for signs of heretics or xenos.
"I shall see it done. Thank you for confirming my suspicions."
With a sudden swiftness, Jara begins a sweep of the nearby area taking his task to heart with a surprising fervour. Inside, he hopes that Xenos are the cause of this and not heretics, but all shall fall before his wrath....
Within minutes data had started flowing within the secure Noosphere network Tetradymite was monitoring. Small bursts of Binaric Chant honed the calibration and monitoring, accompanied by the soft rhythmic of the "Hymn of Contrititious Calibration & Alignment". They checked their internal Chrono, and registered the rapidity of the Deathkorps work. Running through the mandated oversight checklists, performance benchmarks and ongoing adjustments to the expected ETA for appraisal completion. Checks that had been conducted so often over the decades that they almost fell into the background, almost. Tetradymite always made specific efforts to remain focused, disciplined and diligent. Throughout all the processes and procedures enacted, they had added the chants of focus and mantras of concentration wherever possible to their work.
They were trusting the Astartes to best appraise the state of the battle. More importantly of the gap in artillery coverage and if it would provide opportunity for the Xenos to raid, or recover lost ground. It was time for Tetradymite and more importantly Brother Jara to confront the leadership of this artillery division. This should provide enough time for the Watchmeister to see their team at least completing their appraisal.
"Request - Honoured Brother Jara, provide interface for data transfer with Artillery Chain of Command. Request - Briefing materials for Astra Militarum on status of warfront. Speculative - Possibility for entering hostile activities currently increasing, non-zero expectation of effective enemy action within our operational area. Question - Agree/Disagree?"
Tectotum Cognistigon Tetradymite - Factotum Grade LXXVIII of the Adeptus Mechanicus - Savant Grade XIX of the Inquisiton
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