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[Shade-o]

Indeed. Shall we head to Ghenna and have the next bizarre adventure? It involves xenos!

Oh also we need to pick your standard combat loadout. You've got a Boltpistol, Laspistol, Sabre and Chainsword. The graduation presents are much more deadly, but are a bit harder to actually hit with.

[Dsarker]

Yay! Xenos!

[Dsarker]

Ah!

Well, why don't we follow that great man, Commissar Cain? Laspistol and Chainsword.


Cutie Mark Commissars Xenos Hunters! YAAAAAAAAAY!

[Phantom]

Well, it depends. What KIND of Xenos?

[Shade-o]

It's a surprise.

Is Laspistol and Chainsword alright, Commissar?

[Dsarker]

Yes!

[Phantom]

If it's Tyranids or Orks, we're in for a tough time.


Actually, we're in a tough time for any of the Xenos except Eldar.

[Dsarker]

Hey, the great veteran Ciaphas Cain used his laspistol even against necrons.

[Shade-o]

-=-Party Hard in Hard Vacuum-=-
MEANWHILE, IN SPACE
Part 1

Your passage to Ghenna was completely ordinary. No perils of the Warp, no pirates, xenos, traitors, rebellions or catastrophic system failures. The Faithful Supplicant was one of many transport ships, formed together in a convoy. Resplendent in your brand-new Commissar regalia, you cut an imposing figure among the grimy non-Commissars. They avoid interacting with you if possible, probably due to exaggerated rumours of your power. You spent much of the time familiarising yourself with your new tools of war, the boltpistol and chainsword. Although you appreciate the boltpistol's ability to explode targets, you feel that the stopping power of the laspistol is more than sufficient. Anyway, the boltpistol is really frakking heavy and how are you supposed to come across munitions when everyone around you has lasguns?

However, the chainsword is fast becoming your best friend. Previously you have been thwarted by obstructions such as walls, doors and stubborn enemies. No longer! You're confident that you could bisect a man with one sweep, two if he attempts to parry. Alas, none of the ship's crew or tithed PDF are willing to assist in testing this.

On reaching Ghenna, the fresh troops were deployed across the planet to integrate with existing regiments. The much smaller load of Commissars, officers and other special deliveries remained in orbit, partaking in the fine Imperial Navy facilities. A glance through a viewing canopy reveals the docks to be full of cruisers, escorts, transports and every other type of ship. You feel exceptionally safe.

A sense of duty pulls you back to reality. You have to report to Lord General Verhoff so you can be formally inaugurated into the battleforce, or something.

[kaian-a-coel]

+on the wall is a masterfully crafted image of an imperial starship. the image menaces with spikes of talent, and is adorned with ring of awesomeness+
you, sir, won a dozen diamonds for this spaceship. congrats.

go report to Lord General. there is not much to do.
oh yes: think that these spaceships are truly awesome.

[Skyrunner]

That is one impressive bow ram you've got there.

think that these spaceships are truly awesome.

[Elfeater]

Speak with the general, get to know your peers, not grunts, but other commissars.

[Dsarker]

But also take the time to get to know at least the grunts' names.

[Shade-o]

-=-Party Hard in Hard Vacuum-=-
MEANWHILE, IN SPACE
Part 2

[THINKING]
These starships are truly awesome.

I should find Lord General Verhoff.


You manage to find the top echelon fairly quickly. You were given directions, after all. After gaining access to the inner sanctum, you find yourself in a nearly-empty briefing room with only the Lord General and his bodyguard present. He is an impressive man, blessed with a thick head of hair streaked with grey and a large moustache and beard. You are quite certain you have never seen so much bling on one person. He turns to you with a ready smile and spreads his arms in greeting.

[IN SOME SORT OF ACCENT]
"Ah, Commissar Halian. So good to make your acquaintance. Allow me to informally welcome you to the Imperial Guard, may your stay be long and interesting! According to the Munitorum, you were assigned to the Mortayans, but they no longer exist. The regiment has been recombined with other under-strength units, and at the moment we find ourselves with a surplus of Commissars. Nothing wrong with that of course, but it may take some time to find a position for you. The battleforce will remain on Ghenna while the reorganisation is in progress, then our brothers in the Navy will carry us to the nearest fight.

"Alas, the waiting may be the death of me. With all these fresh officers piling up, all of my duties have been efficiently delegated. It's quite unheard of, I assure you. Fortunately for the both of us, I have already discovered a means to prevent mutual boredom!"


The Lord General gestures extravagantly, and a hololith ignites in the middle of the room. After blinking furiously from the sudden burst of light, you identify it as some sort of ship.

[IN SOME SORT OF ACCENT]
"The Spirit of Silver! The finest luxury cruiser in the subsector, it is putting in for supplies as we speak. For the next two weeks it will tour the nearby wonders of space, catering to the nobility from a dozen worlds. Officially, I am going to forge ties with the families of the subsector, inspect nearby void facilities, and so forth. A better plan than staring at my desk while depleting my amasec cabinet, yes?

"Are you interested, Commissar?"


You can use that handy-dandy Commissar avatar to make your actions look cooler!

[Dsarker]

"Yes, Lord General."