Ever slowly, a small group of soldiers moved onwards. Each morning thanking the emperor for the mercy of another day of life. They continued for uncounted days. The Scions had become close friends of the group, mainly from Harrisons seemingly endless supply of alcohol. By this point everyone stopped questioning it and was just glad it’s a thing that happens. From how long they’ve moved like this, it had become second nature, as fast as a march on the parade ground.

Their final destination was valley 19. The scions Vox caster had picked up an order to fortify position there. Cared not for the remoteness. The group only wanted to be amongst their own once more. Meanwhile their ammunition and rations where running low. Leaving them with no choice but to make this risk of a travel.

The journey took a total of 3 nights of hard travels, Seven nearly joined the emperor when they encountered a handful of flayed ones. But, as the group climbed over the final hill, they stood their awestruck, all previous worries had left their mind. All cobwebs of entangled fear, doubt, and fatigued where whisked away. Seven even dropped his rifle, Kyle also. As both cracked onto the ground. One losing a blast out into the world. A bush rustled ever so much in the still air they found themselves.

Instincts took over the group and every gun was raised and pointed at the bush. Only discipline stopped it from getting deleted from a mass of energy weapons. Too appendages rose out and into the air. Slowly at first, gaining speed. Then a figure formed. Silhouetted against the desolate background.

“Don’t shoot, I’m human.” This figure reach up to its face and pulled back a ghillie suit face covering. “My bad, thought you were another patrol of Necrons.”

The commander responded with his inner drill sergeant, “Name, rank, and platoon.”

“Staff Sergeant Russell Lovel sir!” He began, “Sniper of Charle Company, 74th regiment!”

“Mind telling me where the f**k everyone else is sergeant!”

Russell was going to chew him for the disrespect but the Bars on our commanders shoulder made he think twice. “Well. Our battalion major sent the company to take a ruined monolith the scouts found, there was some resistance of course. And, well after some casualties from the surviving Necrons we now control the place. Just waiting for further orders.”

“Whose in charge here?”

“Lieutenant Vespasian, as Captain Jaxel unfortunately did not survive the attack.”

After some persuasion - well a lot and a few threats – Sergeant Russell guided them to the ancient structure. Waved off a heavy bolter squad on lookout duty before they did something stupid; finally took them to the makeshift office of acting captain Jaxel. Usually there would be a “who are you” whenever a stranger barges into your office. But being accompanied closely by 10 men armed to the teeth has a way of stilling ones tongue.

“Greeting lieutenant, I am Major Joni.” Our commander spoke before Vespasian understood what was happening. “And I will be taking command here, you may return to your regular duties.”

The scions, Harrison, Kyle, Seven, and the introverted medic stood in silence. Barely retaining the urge to fall over asleep where they stood.

“Your not from my regiment Sir, where are your orders from high command? I don’t have too do anything for you without them.” Vespasian responded with a sly smirk. Obviously he did not wish to give up on the newfound power he gained.

Our commander (who will now on be referred to as Joni) stood there in stunned silence. A tear of sweat dripped from his brow as surprised turned to anger as he slammed a first down upon the table Vespasian metaphorically hid behind. “You cock sucking idiot. DO you have any idea who you’re dealing with! It matters not who I f**king am or what orders I my f**king have! I can reduce you back to the ranks, no you’ll go back to the reserve platoon as a ranker. My rank carries with it the responsibility of commanding an entire division let alone one company, and your retarded ass think you have a say in this!”

Vespasian stood in stunned silence. His second and third in command were listening intensely from the other room; doing this they were placing there ears to the wall like children. There only human after all. Meanwhile Seven was trying to get tips for being a sniper from Russell out in the hall. Vespasian would try to offer more defiance, but Joni’s hand hovered over his volkite pistol (an antique weapon gifted as medal from an Astartes) the treat of immediate execution hung in the air. Vespasian conceded, he stood up and offered Joni his chair which Joni accepted.

Joni’s first act was to send Vespasian to fetch his the Companies strength report, then he sent his companions too the makeshift mess hall with orders “too enjoy themselves”. The report read as follows:

Rifle Sections; Alpha 10, Beta 9, Gamma 10, Delta 10, Epsilon 7, Zeta 8, Eta 4, Theta 6.
Heavy Bolter Sections; Full except Epsilon with 1 casualty
Moter Pit and Scout Sentinel; no casualties
Attachments; 20 sisters of battle and 1 Canoness, plus 3 Combative medics and 1 Field surgeon (K.I.A).

Joni noted that Captain Jaxel and his HQ squad was wiped, but no other officers. As his second act he placed Vespasian in Rifle Section Theta as first scout. Joni hoped this would make him learn his place. Due to this sudden gap, His third act was to update the chain of command.

Meanwhile in the mess hall. The scion ecstatically enjoyed some rations of ice-cream. Kyle, Harrison, Seven, and the medic Joined Rifle Section Eta in a game of liars dice.

Altho here it should be combat Medicae

Noted

Just noticed this, but instead of f**k, the word is canonically "Feth"

Thanks mate, didn't know that

It's in the gaunt's ghosts books.

Never read them lol

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(UnknownLeafeon btw)

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