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Summary Following announcements made by the high monarch which included forced relocation of swathes of people, expanded working hours, and enacted strict rationing, the people in one of Kavala hive's hab-blocks have become agitated.
They have begun protesting and gathering in great number, demanding a return to the ways things were. Enforcers from the local baron are mustering to bring order to the situation, but there is some limited time to find alternative solutions before everything spirals out of control.
Possible Outcomes
» The uprising is deterred peacefully in favor of the aggrieved and the citizens disperse without further issue
» A solution is not found and the uprising is crushed through force before it gets out of hand » The uprising spirals out of control and becomes and all out riot; significant casualties on both sides, extensive damage to region
It had been months coming, from the shift changes to the rationing, everyone was worn to the bone. Then it started, the forced relocations. Families split apart, sent to different Hab-blocks deeper in the Underhive. Isolated incidences at first, but the enforcers must have become complacent, thinking the workers and their families too weak, too tired, to do anything but comply. How wrong they were to underestimate the spirit of those who toiled for the good of the Kavala Hive and the Imperium. It all began in Hab-Block U6-Echo, when the shift bell had chimed for the Matins shift.
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The Enforcers were easy to hear coming, metal boots ringing on the stairs, the shouts, the screams ... the beatings.
"It's starting." Said a hurried voice. "What now? I'll get what we prepared" replied a muffled second speaker.
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A scruffy looking group, in what could barely be called more than gang colours, were it not for the insignia of the Imperial House Estran. They held clubs, batons and on their waists stub guns and even some auto-pistols. There was some muted discussion and then they split up into smaller squads, each heading to one fo the many enterances into the Hab-Block.
As they entered the block the remaining enforcers motioned a series of heavy trawler trucks over. Peeling back the sides it was easy to see the manacles and chains intended for the Hab-dwellers. It was then that the first shouts and screams started.
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Within in minutes the block became still, a hush falling over where moments before there'd been noice, chaos and violence. The Enforcers outside seemed unaware, swapping gossip, smoking Lho and taking seruptitios swigs from flasks. It took them some time to realise that neither the Hab dwellers, nor their companions were coming out. Looking more carefully all the lights in the block had gone out, and this was mirrored in the surrounding blocks. Now the Enforcers demeanour turned from confidence to fear.
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"Updates Raefe, updates. She won't want to wait much longer before we start work on the new Arboerum." came a cultured voice in High Gothic, untinged by the local accents.
"Ah ... Of course your Grace, we must attend to her Ladyships needs and requests." replied a similairly formal voice, the intonations indicating the speaker was of lower social status.
A pause ... and the first richly clad individual raised an eyebrow.
A gulp ... and their inferior hestitantly continued "There has been progress, and ... a slight perterbation of the needed progress. It was isolated to Hab-Block U6-Echo and a full cohort of the Houses' enforcers went to attend to the inhabitants."
"Then I trust the matter has been settled, even if we will be some manpower short for the smelters."
"One would think so, however, there are still a few uncooperative elements. One that could use a firmer guiding hand. Would it be possible to send a second cohort, perhaps led by one of the Villicus?"
An eyebrow was again raised, a slight sigh, a feathered quill scratched its way across a fresh sheet of parchement and finally a ring was pressed into freshly melted wax daubing.
"See it attended to, personally" the voice came as a clear instruction, the unspoken threat of her Ladyship attending to those whom failed her hung in the air.
To the esteemed Captain of the 1st Company, Sara Valentro.
You and the men under your command are to be redeployed to Hive Kavala.
The situation is tense, local workers are rioting and protesting, and local forces are quickly becoming overwhelmed and losing control.
You will do anything within your power and the capabilities of the 1st Company to bring order and stability back to Hive Kavala.
Attached to this message are further orders and intelligence for your eyes only.
May the Emperor Protect.
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Kassia had been leading her squad in suppressing a minor uprising at the edge of the Sub-Sector on a minor backwater world, and after months of fighting the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th Companies had finally managed to break through the defensive lines when the Captain of the 1st Company had received the order to return to Corinthe. It had been a rough few weeks after the order had come to withdraw from all current engagements and make the journey back to Corinthe. Apparently there was trouble brewing in Hive Kavala, but when wasn't there trouble brewing in that Hive, the inhabitants of Hive Kavala were known as troublemakers, ever since her youth had Kassia heard Vox Newscasts about some new riot breaking out there. Kassia had been leading her squad in suppressing a minor uprising at the edge of the Sub-Sector, and after months of fighting they had finally managed to break through the defensive lines when the Captain of the 1st Company had received the order to return to Corinthe.
Kassia had soon found herself unloading munition crates into an old industrial warehouse that was requisitioned to act the as the main headquarters of the 1st Company while deployed in Hive Kavala. The old warehouse was massive in scale, its rusting metal walls were covered with fading paint markings indicating loading bays and storage divisions and flaky posters were stacked over one another across the walls and although unrecognisable, they were likely motivational in nature, encouraging the workers to work harder. The noise of Guardsmen hurrying back and forth was chaotic, as more trucks came and went, delivering all the supplies the 1st Company needed to operate while deployed here, and the loading bay, which likely hadn't seen activity in years, was now overflowing with trucks and troop transports. Guardsmen were already assigned to patrol the immediate streets around the Warehouse, while the rest of the Company were to set up fortifications around the Warehouse itself, and already several pillboxes had been set up on the streets leading to the Warehouse and makeshift militarum checkpoints were already set up to control the flow of traffic around the Warehouse.
Despite having only recently arrived at Hive Kavala, the 1st Company had had barely anytime to begin setting up before they were already being harassed by rioters and protesters, luckily nothing had escalated too far, mostly only shouting and screaming, but even then, the Guardsmen of the 1st Company were tense.
24 hours had passed after first arriving in Kavala, and the 1st Company had finished setting up their headquarters, Kassia currently found herself leading her squad on patrol, they were to scout out a nearby Recaff Diner about 8 blocks away from the Warehouse, that was supposedly being used as a meeting place for the ring leaders of the worst elements of the rioters, those who were turning to more violent methods.
The atmosphere was tense as Kassia walked through the winding streets, most of the protests had shifted to other locations in Kavala, but that didn't stop locals from watching from the windows, or the occasional malcontent from throwing trash at her and her squad. Her squad marched in silence, Kassia had decided they should not stop or interact with any locals on the way to the Objective, starting a fight before even arriving at their objective would be a bad idea.
(OOC: Feel free to have your characters bump into Kassia and her squad while she is out on patrol, either at the Diner, or while she is en route to the Objective.)
Boots nearby were marching and walking about the streets of the hab zone, this area had calmed down significantly but there was some suspicion that this was due to a build up in protester numbers so they had stopped their restless rioting in order to regroup and organize. An organized mob was never good for anyone. Kassia and her troops would come upon a squad of Kriegsmen on their patrol, about ten of them working on some kind do road block and checkpoint meant to filter people in and out of hab zones. Seems these men were engineers!!
Watchmaster Krost was nearby, with his squad of Krieg Engineers who were all hard at work constructing some kind of road check point as well as light fortifications for these checkpoints. This seemed like some kind of effort to control the flow of people within hab zones. The Kriegsmen all worked quickly and efficiently on this small check point, putting up a gate in the road as well as barricades for cover and concealment from anyone on the opposite side of this check point. Krost was in charge of this squad of Engineers, supervising and instructing the building of this emplacement to ensure it all went smoothly and properly. He could be seen pointing and directing the movements and activity of his men, his mask lifelessly inspecting all the equipment they had built and put down on the site.
“Good, let’s keep the pace. This is our last one, we finish this and wait for a squad to come occupy it and we’ll be on our way back.”
Krost gave some words of encouragement to his soldiers who worked diligently. Quite strange for a Watchmaster of the Death Korp of Krieg to encourage his men by enticing them with rest, normally it would be encouraging a Krieger to charge over a trench into storms of gunfire and explosions.
The eyes of the Kriegsman looked up and saw an approaching squad of Guardsmen coming their way. He simply moved to the side and let them pass through the currently open gate that they had made. There was an understanding from Krost that the activity in this area was still somewhat high with patrols, needing to ensure the streets remained at ease and without and protesters on it.
“Good day, I trust you didn’t run into much trouble on the way here?”
Krost said, the leader of this squad of Krieg Engineers. He spoke to the squad leader of this squad of Guardsmen who were patrolling the streets. For a Kriegsman, he seemed quite friendly.
“I must warn you, there aren’t many nearby Guardsmen units past this checkpoint, you’ll be quite isolated out there if you were to call for help.”
Warning the Kriegsman to Kassia, he stood to the side of the open gate while his men still worked on it and were finishing it up. He had a somewhat relaxed demeanor while his men seemed a bit more tense, his years of experience had turned him into a rather calm and collected man in most settings, even the ones where he was surrounded by possible enemies who protested and rioted in large forces and could be anywhere.
Watchmaster Krost Engineer of the Death Korp of Krieg
Post by Kassia Valentro on Jan 23, 2024 9:02:20 GMT
Kassia and her men had been marching for about 2 hours when they came upon a small junction in the road, several Guardsmen, wearing the uniform of the Death Korps of Krieg were working on a small checkpoint, erecting sandbag and concrete barriers and other simple fortifications. Kassia raised her hand to order her squad to halt their march. She then began to slowly approach the man who appeared to be in charge.
"Good day Guardsman", she looked at him quizzically, his tone was soft compared to other Kriegmen she had had the pleasure of working with, "There hasn't been any trouble to worry about so far on our patrol."
She gestured for her men to approach behind her and turned back to the Kriegman, "Thank you for your warning, We won't be staying long, we have orders to scout a possible meeting place of the rioters leaders."
Kassia was confused at the Kriegmans concern, which was quite unusual for the Death Korps, who were known for the grim determination in the face of danger, "The names Kassia, Kassia Valentro, Sergeant in the 1st Platoon of the 1st Company, of the 114th Corinthean Guard, may I know your name soldier?"
Kassia stood watching the strange Krieger, awaiting his response. After hearing his response, she would give a quick order to her men to watch the perimeter while she wished to continue speaking with the Watchmaster.
"My squad could use a rest, do we have permission to stay for at least an hour?" Kassia looked over at the Kriegman and his men, hoping her squads' presence wouldn't be unwelcome.
Post by Kel'sab Melnath on Jan 24, 2024 2:18:45 GMT
Chaos? ANARCHY?! Unacceptable. A daily truth among the denizens of the underhive, but it's inevitability made it no more acceptable to the self-appointed law of the destitute and forgotten. Tales of the unrest on the surface has leaked down through the drains and sewers, finally swirling about Kel'sab's ears. Such madness as ignoring the dictates of the Emperor were a thing for the unwashed and uneducated masses, not for the proper people, not for real citizens! If things had become so bad as to plant the seeds of riot and rebellion on the surface, then surely it demanded the aid and attention of the Emperor's chosen champion.
A hunched, robed figure lingers on the periphery of the two groups of Guardsmen meeting, an aura of empty space surrounding him despite the teeming streets. Seeming to desperately clutch a makeshift metal staff for support, he listens to the few words loud enough to smash through his bulbous, tumor riddled ears. Kel'sab was not comfortable on the "surface." While Corinthe lacked sunlight, the crowds were still too thick, the lights were still too bright and the ceilings far too tall.
The exchange of the Sergeant and the Watchmaster drew his interest: An official response ? Not simply that, but one uncertain of what they were to encounter? The mutant pulled his hood down further, and awkwardly hobbled towards the guard post.
Most wouldn't notice the ethereal background noise of whispers rise in the backs of their minds. Why would they? The streets clogged with so many people, held at bay only by the discipline of Kriegsmen, who wouldn't dismiss a few unintelligible noises? The Death Corps would likely miss the less eldritch harbinger of Kel'sab's arrival, as their gas masks spare them the stench of sour bleach and stale rubber that wafts from beneath the mutant's coat. If Kassia's squad noticed it or not, the disheveled figure in a ramshackle long coat draws closer and closer until some element of the guard notices and stops him.
"My good WARRIORS of the Emperor! I have heard that you vent-" a moist gurgling boils in the back of his throat, before being hacked out onto his sleeve. "-venture, uncertain, into the midst of defiant rabble?"
It was indeed quite strange for a member of the Death Korp of Krieg to express such concern for someone, especially another Guardsman. He shifted a bit around as he waited for the squad to just roll through and be on their way, not quite sure why they hadn’t continued just yet. His arms motioned for a few of his men to give a status update on what they were working on, seeing a series of thumbs up and head nods from his men. This just indicated to him that this little post was just about done and completely ready to be used.
Krost then moved back to the Guardsman and listened to the introduction, deciding he would introduce himself as well.
“A pleasure to meet you, Sergeant Valentro. I am Watchmaster Krost Cabur of the 13th Siege regiment, first company, Alpha squad of the Engineers. These are all my men.”
He then offered his glove-covered hand to the woman to shake, if she refused it he would understand. But it was nice to make a bit of small talk, even if nobody hardly ever tried to do it with men thought to be such monsters. Then he listened to the request for her and her troops to stay to rest, giving her a nod of his head.
“Of course you can stay, stay as long as you must and rest. My men are about to take a bit of a rest now, we’ve been working for a while, I’ll be wide awake though.”
He said, chuckling slightly beneath his gas mask. A chuckle. Apparently he found something funny and it had fused him to chuckle, a strange sensation for one born of the warrior caste on Krieg. Meanwhile, the rest of Krost’s men all finished their work and moved off to an area where all their packs were laid out on the ground. These troops opted to take naps or eat at this time, all taking a break from the work.
“Feel free to join your troops-“
He was then interrupted. The man quickly grabbed the shotgun that had been on a sling around his neck, aiming it off towards the speaking.
“Identify yourself.”
Demanded Krost as he saw this figure draw closer and closer to them, not quite being able to identify who it was or if they were a threat.
Watchmaster Krost Engineer of the Death Korp of Krieg
Post by Kassia Valentro on Jan 25, 2024 6:25:36 GMT
Kassia would accept Krost Cabur's extended hand, giving it a firm shake before releasing it. The combination of a pair of thick gloves shaking was awkward, but the Watchmaster's grip was strong and steady. She watched in confusion as Krost appeared to laugh, a slight muffled sound through the gas mask, but quite audible in the otherwise quiet streets.
"Thank you for letting us stay-"
Kassia would look over as the voice echoed across the empty streets interrupting the conversation with the Watchmaster, a shadowy figured emerged from the shadows, drawing closer and closer to them. Kassia barked an order to her men to get ready, and raised her own lasgun, pointing it at the approaching figure.
The figure hobbled into the light of the street lumens illuminating everything in a soft eerie glow, only broken up by the occasional flicker, the figure wore a ruddy, tattered cloak, pulling their hood over their face, which was hidden in shadows and the stench of sour bleach and stale rubber that wafted from the figure was foul, and Kassia made an effort to block the assaulting sensation, though her eyes misted at the smell. She looked over at the Watchmaster, letting him take the lead since this was his outpost, though she gave a slight nod to him, letting him know she was ready to back him up if things went south.
Kassia's men moved into positions alongside the Kriegsmen, whispering soft conversation amongst themselves as they drew their lasguns, a few members of her squad watched the sides and behind them, keeping an eye out for an ambush.
Post by Kel'sab Melnath on Jan 26, 2024 14:20:40 GMT
As conversation cuts and weapons rattle to attention, the hooded figure raises a hand; an attempted request for calm. The paper white hand shakes, seeming the victim of a deep sickness of the flesh.
"Do not fear! I.. *breathless inhale* .. I am Kel'sab MELNATH! Vessel of His glorious Light."
His hand lowers, and crosses his chest in a half-aquilla. "I maintain vigil over the underhives.. but these rumbling- *trails off into a choked gurgling* -have called me forth, to aid His servants."
"We have our orders lads. Let's not disappoint the lady." Came the gruff voice to the assembled men and women. All of them armed and armoured. "Load up into the trucks and we have a riot to suppress.
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"They're sealing us in, got the guard sealing any ways out. Them Death guard, so no messing about." A young dirty girl shared her intel with the rest of the group.
"They'll send more, they send in hard ones, ready ones. It'll be claret time, and no one likes that vintage. We gotta be ready, or we got to break out." Can an elderly figure, their wounds still bandaged.
"We got the 8 Hab block union ready to weigh in, if it gets hard we'll need to ..."
"No, we need them now! All to arms, too long, too much and all for too little. We strike as they come in, and then we break out. The 8 Hab union has to come with us."
The girl chimes in again "Kay, word will go out. For Little Billy" "For Uncle Rep" "For Ma" "For the Schreiber's"
And on and on, with the meeting ending soon after, and the word went out.
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A convoy of trucks approached the area that the guard had been working to seal off. A man stepped out of the lead cab, clearly visible as a member of the Barons house, with both rank and insignia clearly visible.
They casually saunted towards the barricade, taking in the work that had been done to help restrain the riots. With seeming satisfaction they approached the 2 senior guardsmen, pulling a sealed scroll from within their jacket.
"Major De'nal, House Estra relief forces." Paused and waiting a salute from the two more junior soldiers. Thier High Gothic lightly accented, as if they'd spent time across this region, well before warp travel become closed off.
"We've been tasked with providing food and aid to those trapped by the vile seditionists. I have the orders here, please have your men allow the convoy through." With a small smile and nod they wait for any follow up questions, and then turned to the the lead vehicle and waved an arm.
The truck restarted it's engine and awaited the roadblock being lifted ...
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