Landing!
"Please keep all arms, legs and mechandrites in the craft at all times, blah, blah, blah" the hostess drones as your shuttle prepares for entry into Auraxis' atmosphere. The giant clusters of light denoting cities are visible from the orbital space platform which serves as a dock for gigantic vessels that were never meant to enter a planet. The entry goes without a hitch, like always. Within a few miniutes you are on the glorious world of Auraxis. You are in it's capital, Auraxis Prime, the center of all commerce, art and military power on the planet.
A few local guides gather around you offering to lead you to your destination for but a few credits.
OOC: This world is like the tavern of the worlds.
"Okay Vikings, remember we don't want yesterday's incident to occur again. So loot then burn, loot THEN burn" - Viking Briefing
The corlonel was trying to get away. Vigre pursued him and shot him in the foot. "Your incompitence has lost 300 men. For that I shall bring justice upon you. You have 2 choices, summery execution or firing squad." The Corlonel sputtered something and reached for his las-pistol. "Very well, have it yoru way." Vidre raised the Bolt pistol and shot the corlonel in the forehead. He turned and walked back into the room. The other officers were stunned. Vigre camly picvked up his hat and placed it on his head. "Now, where were we?"
Regrets
Vigre walked up the gang plank and into the small craft. The engines roared to life and the ship took off. They were heading toward the troop transport Emperors Cargo. Vigre was in a small transport with the knew corlonel and his staff. Vigre hoped that their knew battle zone was not a meat grinder like the last one. Harmony had deen hell. They lost over 600 causilties. And for what? They destroyed the world anyway. Vigre sighed. Such is the life of a man in the imperial guard.
Re: Regrets
Garan walked through the busy streets of Auraxis Prime. Jostled from either side by various people, most just going about their business some with more sadistic thoughts going through their heads. Garan was accompanied by three of his guard friends from Sophron: Thorold, Gerith, and Yondel. Their black chiton armor and striking features separated them from the normal people who inhabited this teeming city.
The tiny group of guardsmen finally made their way to a bar where they sat down and ordered a few drinks. They traded stories of home and shared visions of the future. Thorold imagined himself winning a battle against the forces of Chaos single-handedly and then being allowed to return to Sophron with a considerable amount of money which he would use to buy his own village. The others laughed at his outrageous visions which almost certaintly wouldn't come true in the fickle life of a guardsman. Thorolf looked at them with a puzzled look and asked why they were laughing and then broke out into a large grin himself. Thorolf was unusual amongst the Sophron. His hair instead of being white-blonde was a brilliant red and the normally lithe build was replaced with that of a wrestlers. Despite that he was prehaps the most jovial of all the Sophron, at least in Garans' regiment.
They quieted down when Gerith asked where each thought they would be assigned next. Thorolf immediately declared that they were going to Cadia to help fight back the Eye of Terror. The others shook their heads at him and Yondel said he believed they were going to some ice-world. Yondel worked with the quartermaster alot of the time and he had seen large shipments of winter gear coming through. Though he wasn't sure if they were specifically for their regiment. The regiments could concievably be broken up. Garan kept quiet, he didn't know where they were going and didn't care. He would fight just as hard no matter where they were. Thorolf broke the mood with a baudy joke about a chicken and old woman and the Garan sat back laughing, drinking his beer, and awaiting the orders that were sure to come.
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