Thread: In the Emperor's service [Ghostwolf and Dionysius]

Ghostwolf said Of course, how could she forget that? Verena almost felt like a young, foolish child as the Captain informed her of why they did not salute in the field, reminded her of what she already knew but had slipped her mind. Heat spread across her face, a pink appearing on her cheeks with embarrassment as she averted her eyes and nodded in response. Yes, of course. Sorry. The Colonel interrupted her apology, continuing to speak with his gruff tone. Verena did not like the way he was speaking to her, the way he appeared to disrespect her position and her uniform. It was this uniform that marked her out as one of the Commissariat. The cap, the red sash, the great coat. They were all items of her office, they instantly marked her out as one to be respected, to be feared. The Colonel did not seem to understand that. Then when he commented on her marksmanship, Verena frowned, her lips forming into a tight thin line. She could show him how good a shot she was. It was well within her power, to draw open her great coat, to take hold of her bolt pistol, to punish him for his insolence. Verenas fingers twitched at the thought. No, that was not the type of Commissar she was going to be. She had to learn to put up with the criticism, and instead she would make the Colonel respect her, and respect her position. Verena followed the Captain out of the tent not a moment too soon, relieved to be out of the Colonels presence. The less time she spends around the man the better. Yes, clearly. Hes certainly speaks his mind it seems. Her first meeting with the Colonel had put Verena in a sour mood, but perhaps meeting the men might improve that mood. Yes, that sounds like a good idea. They both went to the Quartermaster, and Verena received the equipment she would need for the field before they headed off to meet the Captains men. The Commissar greeted the Sergeant with a warm smile and a nod, before being startled slightly by how loudly he ordered the men to form up. Verena would have to get used to that. As she waited for the men to assemble the Commissar opened her greatcoat despite the cold night air and the snow, revealing the clothing underneath, the pants and tunic that was drawn tight over petite chest, that hugged her form and emphasised her slight curves. Displaying the red sash wound tightly around her waist along with her chainsword and boltpistol, the wind blowing at the tail of her coat, the cap seated firmly upon her head, and her hands clasped behind her back. At this moment, she cast an impressive figure despite her size. This was what years of training had gone into. She cast a critical gaze over the men standing at attention, a steely expression painted upon her pretty feminine features. The majority of them were dark haired and blue eyed like the Captain, a trait of their homeworld it seemed. The platoon did not look too bad from first appearances, they had formed up well. Gentlemen, good evening Verenas voice was loud and clear, years of practice showing. I shall not keep you long. I am Commissar Tyber, and I am to be the 13ths attached regimental Commissar. I wished to introduce myself to those who I would have the pleasure of fighting alongside. Her words were measured, chosen carefully for their impact. I am aware I am taking the place of a man who was well-liked, who was well-respected. But, in time, I hope to do his memory proud, to serve this regiment as he did. Her eyes moved, taking in the men arranged before her as she spoke, a soft smile starting to play at her lips. Click to expand... Marcus watched as Verena paced in front of his men, glad to see her coming into her own despite the Colonel's best efforts. Whatever they were teaching them at her Schola, it certainly seemed difficult to forget. The men were a good state for the most part, some still not fully changed after the patrols but all came to attention smartly despite that, still alert and ready for combat as the designated platoon prepared for quick response to any developing combat situations. He was proud of his men, they worked well as a team, and were disciplined when they needed to be. If there was anyone in the Guard who could kick the Tau off of Cassel, it would be the Draconians. At least, they liked to think so. None of the men should give the Commissar much trouble, generally they were a orderly bunch. The occasional minor infractions were regular, but none of the regiment had been pressed into service, they were closely knit as a group and very loyal to eachother, and the officers did their best to make sure they were well looked after. The only times her predecessor had needed to take serious disciplinary action had been during long periods of intensive conflict with the enemy, and even then desertion was scarce. But they knew the Tau, they could appear within seconds and used weapons which could tear apart squads at a time. Without the element of surprise their light infantry always struggled. Luckily, all they had seen much evidence for on their patrols were the ground troops and a few auxilliaries, but that could always change in the blink of an eye. She did well in addressing Worth's legacy, and he certainly appreciated it. The men certainly did too, and assuming that she had finished with her introduction Marcus continued Commissar Tyber will be attached to our regiment, supporting Colonel Flyte and his command staff. Until the other two companies return, we're all there is here. If the Commissar has nothing more to say, then you'd best get back to your work, and listen for orders? he checked that was all the time she wanted, before nodding to Monroe to dismiss them. I have a debrief in my command center that you're welcome to attend with all of my officers, or I can have someone show you to your new quarters and we can get you settled in?