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Post by Jara Hellhammer on Jan 5, 2024 19:55:04 GMT
The hulking Terminator scoured the nearby area with vigour. All the while, he made sure that he was capturing the data, ready for the report that would follow. His appraisal of the battlefield was making progress when he heard the Tech Priest once more.
Turning back to them, Jara swiftly nodded as he listened intently to every word.
"Affirmative..."
His response was swift and yet his tone was polite enough to be considered respectful. He only paused for a moment as to the Priest's speculations before nodding once more, this time with a more serious expression beneath his helm.
"Based on what I have seen here so far, I would ascertain that your speculation is correct. I agree."
He then scanned the area for any signs of the Artillery crew, his eyes laser focused on finding the one in command before glancing at the Priest once more.
Meanwhile, Krost had divided his resources and his squad. Sending them in opposite directions to cover more ground so that they may accomplish the task at a faster pace, although at the cost of a divided force with less overall force when it came to inspecting equipment. This isn’t really how Krost imagined his day going, inspecting artillery batteries for mechanical failures and deteriorating equipment. However, it was still work that needed to be done and it was definitely more of a safer use of time than preparing demolition charges and digging tunnels towards an enemy trench. His team quickly came upon the next battery, he noticed that this one was in working order for the most part although firing at a rather slow pace and under the efficiency these teams were expected to operate at.
“Hmm.”
Krost pondered for a moment and felt as if the suspicions that this was a unit wide issue then there could be an even greater issue at hand. He had moved from gun to gun and let the Servitors inspect the guns as well. It seemed strange to him that it was this wide spread amongst this unit, it couldn’t have been a coincidence or just chance that they all happened to be lackadaisical in maintaining their equipment and keeping it up to a battle ready standard.
“Let’s keep pressing for-“
He was cut off by his vox-communications going off, his other team was reporting on their own findings and it was similar to what he had just found at this site. More neglect of weaponry and equipment, making Krost think this is now an intentional effort to harm the effectiveness of these weapons on the Xenos.
“Got it, inspect the rest and then report back. We’ll finish this up and get back to the Tech Priest.”
Krost continued to press on with his team and checked every gun that he and his teams could, getting the details all down and read to give to the Tech Priest. He then went over to his Vox-Communications and radioed in to the Tech Priest as he transferred the data over as well to the tech priest.
“This is Watchmaster Kabur, I’ve submitted the data asked of me as well as having completed my tasks to the best of my ability. Where should I rendevouz with you?”
Watchmaster Krost Engineer of the Death Korp of Krieg
"Affirmative - Yes Humour - Least they think you lack the needed authority. Mandate - Witness, collect, collate all data relating to our mission."
Despite the attempt at humour Tetradymites voice remained at it's neutral level tone. As they paced forward with the Salamander they appeared to flex and prime their servo-harness and attached Mechadendrites. One of their arms re-igniting the power field of their oversized Omnissarian Axe. Another arm conducting a pair of servo-skulls. The first igniting a censor of holy incense, it began trailing plumes of smokes. The second a vox-servo, it started softly droning out the Hymn of St. Alophonus the Diligent Guardsman.
The peak of enhanced humanity striding through the camp. Passing poorly attired men, barely able to find the disciple to salute their betters. Tetradymite considered if it were even possible to amend such weakness, they seemed unworthy for anything but the harshest of penances.
They headed forward, towards the command structures, towards answers, towards, at best, a den of incompetence and at worst they walked alongside an embodiment of The Emperors wrath.
The Watchmeisters missive and data reached Tetradymites vox in good time to have a preview ready for the interrogation. The laxity they had uncovered surprising, as if they wanted to die to this infestation of Xenos.
"Acknowledgement - Data received Order - Watchmeister attend questioning at the command tent. Request - ETA minimal preparedness for Xenos assault. Order - Deathkorps of Kreig to attend to above matter post haste. Addendum - Authority given for Emperors Mercy if required for impediment. Officer rank not authorised for Mercy, merely arrest."
And then asif Tetradymite was picking up on the intuition of others, broadcast on the local Inquisitorial vox-net.
"Orders - Weapons free."
They continued forward, content in their judgement on the competences of the Watchmeister & their cohort.
Tectotum Cognistigon Tetradymite - Factotum Grade LXXVIII of the Adeptus Mechanicus - Savant Grade XIX of the Inquisiton
Post by Jara Hellhammer on Jan 6, 2024 9:33:24 GMT
The Tech Priests attempt at humour draws a smirk and a small chuckle from the Terminator. He had caught him off-guard, but was a pleasant surprise amidst this bleak looking situation.
"Ah, a sense of humour... I'm glad that yours is intact."
There's a wry smile on his face as he briefly turned back to the Priest.
"Affirmative, it shall be done."
With that statement, he makes his way through the camp. As they pass by the poorly attired men, the hulking marine stands even taller and inspects them one by one. Stopping briefly to correct the postures of some of the weaker amongst them. His footsteps get deliberately louder, thumping through the area as he makes his presence and thereby his authority known.
As soon as the command structures were reached, he immediately made a beeline for the commanding officer, his tone inquisitive. His posture was know that of an authority figure, his presence menacing but fair.
He heard the commands come in over the Vox-communications, trying to decipher what the Tech Priest wanted from him from the way they spoke. His hand went towards his communications device and started to transmit his message over the radio in return, acknowledging that he was on the way.
“Affirmative. We’re on the way now.”
Then he set down the communicator and looked to his team, motioning them to turn around and head towards the command tent. Now he switched from the channel with the Tech Priest to internal communications with his squad, reaching out to his other team that he had sent to a different area to cover more ground and operate a bit more independently. He activated the Vox-Communications and called in to the other team.
“Alpha team, new plan. Regroup at the command tent as quickly as possible, stop for nothing. If you run into trouble, bypass it. We’ll meet you there.”
He then swiftly moved to turn off the communicator and switch back to the Inquisition communications channel. His left hand went up in the air and clenched up into a fist, stretching it up as high as he could and then down, repeating this motion a few times to signal to his men they were doubling it back to the command center.
“Let’s move!”
Shouted Krost, leading the way through a network of trenches. It took them a minute to get to the area of the tent and regroup the rest of his men before they found the Tech Priest and Terminator. He saw the terminator march into the command tent and followed quickly behind. The shock of that entrance would surely stir the place up, and right behind the terminator a squad of Kriegers entered except for a few men from the squad who had remained at the entrances to the structure to ensure that no one tried to leave without permission. Krost made sure his men secured the exits and then entered the tent, ensuring the men inside stood guard as well.
“No one leaves this tent unless myself, or the big man says so.”
Krost said to his men before moving up to the side of the Terminator.
“Watchmaster Cabur reporting. What do you require of me, my lord?”
Watchmaster Krost Engineer of the Death Korp of Krieg
Post by Jara Hellhammer on Jan 8, 2024 17:39:25 GMT
The large hulking figure stared at each of the men gathered in the tent in turn, his eyes scanning for signs of doubt or weakness. His breathing was controlled in a rather steady rhythm as he stood tall, his presence looming large both physically and metaphorically as well.
Narrowing his focus, he turned to the Tech Priest, giving a nod that showed respect and trust.
After that he turned his attention to the Watchmeister upon hearing his voice.
"Watchmaster Cabur, what are your thoughts on the situation? These artillery units are worse than the reports suggested are they not?"
His tone is friendlier than one would expect, but there's still a subtle hint of authority underneath.
The terminator's demeanour shifted entirely when his gaze met that of the units that had let the artillery get in such a state of disarray.
The men in the tent all were certainly stirred up by this sudden entrance and commotion, the initial shock was one thing but by the time all the personnel and command staff had come to their senses they realized they were in trouble. They all suddenly stood from their seats and at attention, all assembling themselves shoulder to shoulder as they stood there. Each and every single staff member looked nervous, none had expected such a visit from these kinds of men. The kind that would have zero issue executing them for the slightest suspicion of heresy. However, their commander wasn’t present. He wasn’t in this tent. The men and women of this tent all stood silent, standing at the position of attention while they waited for some kind of divine judgment from the Terminator.
Krost looked to the terminator and thought on the question that he had asked him, it was quite the tough question for Krost at least. He didn’t wish to execute these people, that seemed too extreme, but it seemed like the answer to many of the Imperiums problems. He would take a different approach to this problem, one that was a solution to replacing personnel but not wasting the manpower by simply disposing of them. Although his word was simply a suggestion as he didn’t have much of any power here. It took a moment, but he spoke up.
“My lord, I do not believe these men and women are responsible for the heresy we’ve observed. But, a word with their commander would set things in order. However, they are not present. I believe interrogation would prove to be most useful, then an assessment of the situation after that would be best-“
And then entered the commander of this operation. A captain in his uniform came in and seemed rather upset that his command tent had been disrupted and the work had stopped. This Captain shouted at the men.
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
He definitely wasn’t happy. But his voice was filled with pure emotion, and anger and rage that couldn’t be simulated or synthesized through acting.
“These are MY men! Do any of you realize how imperative the operation of this tent is? The COUNTLESS lives you have all put in jeopardy?!”
This man seemed to be their best lead as to what was going on, but at the moment he was shouting at a Krieger Engineer and a Terminator. He must be an incredibly courageous and brave man for challenging these two or incredibly ignorant and unaware as to what they were both capable of.
“I ORDER you to let my men get back to work!”
Demanded the Captain of the Artillery unit.
“I also order that you give me an explanation, RIGHT NOW!”
Not happy one bit.
Watchmaster Krost Engineer of the Death Korp of Krieg
Post by Jara Hellhammer on Jan 8, 2024 21:28:23 GMT
As the Krieger Engineer answered his question, Hellhammer studied his body language and posture, looking for any indication of deception. When no indication could be found, he nodded and a small smile crept onto his face under his helmet. He found it rather refreshing for a Kriegsman to be so... forgiving. Jara's brow furrowed for a moment as he did not expect such an understanding answer from those in the Deathkorp. The Engineer's answer pleased Jara and it also made him gain a modicum of respect for the man as he appreciated a more merciful approach if and when possible.
Then he heard the shouting. At the mere sound of the man in uniform shouting, Jara's smile turned lopsided. He sighed as he really didn't like the loud type as it usually made things much more complicated than he liked. With lightning speed, he whipped around to go face to face with the so-called captain.
"So, the captain finally decides to make his appearance..."
The Terminator's tone switches from the friendly one used with Krost just moments ago to a flat, unnerving coldness.
"You will order me to do nothing, so-called captain. What YOU will do is explain to me how and why your operation has become to such a mess that I have had to come down here personally."
There was a purposeful pause as he let the words hang in the air, his gaze wandering to the nervous men and women gathered around. Deep down, he felt a sense of sadness and pity for them for them having to deal with someone as brash as the man Jara was having to confront.
When he focused back on the captain, he leaned down so that their faces were quite close.
"The Emperor will not be pleased to hear the reports of your operation and if it is deemed that your actions led to the equipment being in the terrible state that it is in... Well, the consequences are quite severe for those deemed heretics... I'm sure you know this."
The Captain was quite shocked to hear the response from the Terminator, but he stood his ground regardless of the possible results that that could bring. Perhaps he was more brave than he was ignorant, as he knew full well the consequences of his actions and what could become of him if he continued on his path. But in his own mind he thought himself in the right and that what he was doing was the right thing, even though these two could clearly not see what he saw.
“There is no time for this! Resume your duties men, I will handle this!”
He said to his men that had been standing at attention, all seemingly terrified at the presence of such characters in the command tent.
“Listen,” begged the Captain, “my resources have continuously been misplaced. I can’t account for any maintenance on half of my howitzers because there’s no resources to maintain and repair them with. They’ve either been stolen or lost, and if I reported that then it would be my head on a spike.”
The Captain was pleading, having come off the strange act he put on for his men and now leveling with the Terminator.
“I have kept it secret and sent in false reports on the artillery because there’s someone behind this. I would be the first suspect and I know they’d kill me, but I believe there’s someone behind this. I can’t keep track of these maintenance tools but someone’s also been slowly misplacing shells for the guns as well. Small amounts over a long period of time to be more discrete but I’ve only just recently discovered this.”
He seemed to be spilling a lot here, a major question that they might have would be as to why he hadn’t reported this. It seems he’s fearing for his own life here, that whether he put himself as a suspect of heresy earlier or later was his choice to make so he lied on reports to try and find the actual suspect. The Captain looked up at the terminator.
“Do what you must with me, but leave my men to their duties. They aren’t involved in this, at least from my own investigation I don’t think any of them are involved in my command staff. But someone is making organized efforts to slowly steal and store my materials for my artillery guns somewhere else. It's hindering our efforts here but I don’t think that’s the aim. I feel as if there are soon-to-be traitors in our midst.”
The man begged the Terminator once more before giving him, he was prepared to give his life after giving off that information to them and knew the consequences of his heresy to feed false information in his reports. The Krieger looked to the Captain and then to the Terminator, curious as to how this might be handled.
Watchmaster Krost Engineer of the Death Korp of Krieg
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