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

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.