*Busts out the popcorn and tissues*

I've been waiting for this thread :3

So there was a boy krieger who liked a girl krieger a lot. They got married in the trenches but then artillery shells fell down and they died.

The end.

Great story, right guys?

I wan't to read more about commissar and Krieg girl! :)

I like how your tits are exposed to harmful chemical warfare...also in fluff, your trench coats are also your flak armor, so enjoy not having a 5+ for called shots to your heart.

>>9284175

That's actually kind of upsetting as troll post's go....

Oh my, I cant say I was really prepared for this.

>>9284175
SHAAAAAAAAAS
"That's our R'myr!"
>laughtrack.mp3

>>9284175

>>9284227
That's ok - just make some commisar/krieg girl stuff, and I'll be happy, at least. :)

>>9284175

>>9284247

I wrote a little more, inspired by the fellow who asked what would it be like if the survived the penal legion and went to live in a hive, but I don't think it got archived.

OK, the troll has got some responses - can we start focusing on Krieg girls now?

>>9284314
I believe the tone was too radically different and it didn't stick. Also, it had pretty far-reaching consequences as far as how it affected the "main storyline", which other spinoffs had been careful to avoid.

I'm tempted to write something which involves krieg, daaaw but NOT a Krieger GF. Is this allowed?

Because I think 3 separate female Krieger characters is pushing it already.

Activate, scribe, do what it is you do, you pile of gears. Wait, your already working? Oh, she is good isnt she.

Today, I woke to find my newly appointed maid standing at attention with a what passed for breakfast on Saghalain, and a steaming pot of recaf. I mumbled good morning as i stretched, and she placed the breakfast tray down on the side table.

I yawned, and when my eyes opened after it, she was gone again, and i heard muffled noises out in my office. Grabbing a ration bar from the tray, i duffed my commissarial hat, bathrobe and slippers, and made my way to the small table in my sleeping quarters.

This had been morning routine before she had arrived, so to my suprise, the table was already set out. Dataslates containing all the reports for the day, another pot of recaf.

and a small vase, with a flower in it.

Saghalain is a desert world, were surrounded for the next forty kilo's by sand sand and more sand.

I'll give her one thing, the girl knows how to get things done.

Recorded 4111988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

>>9284314
That wasn't my favorite ending of the story, but no, it didn't get saved.

I liked the third ending more, as it was a GOOD END.

>>9284175

Oh that Shas, what a guy.

>>9284227
Got your back :3

>>9284441
:)
More please

>>9284463
Awesome, I'm glad to have you working with the characters. One thing though, the date is meant to advance from one entry to the next. I copied the date notation from the imperial guard codex, so
4111988.M41
is followed by
4112988.M41

It's a wierd system of dates, the 988 is the year, so just advance the digit before 988 by one or two each time you post.

>>9284441
Saghalain is the name of the Commissar. 68th Krieg Field Artillery is stationed on Terranis with the rest of the Krieg 68th Regiment.

>>9284654

Actually no, The Littlest Krieger has it right, I hadn't intended the story to take place on the same world as the other Kriegirlfriend stories. Saghalain was intended to be the name of the planet.

>>9284699
So it's not the same Krieg girl...?

>>9284714

Nope, the original stories were about Krieger Female Model 68b #6345.

Krieger Female Model 68c #6345. is the one who ended up with my little commissar.

Wait, why are you already scribing? I don't remember... And when did you get that new scribe nib.

Oh, she did, did she?

Well, it's time for my evening report anyway.

Today has been uneventful, or as uneventful as one's day can be with a new aide, maid and bodyguard all rolled into one.

After the having to explain that no, I did not require assistance in putting on my uniform, Kreiger #6345 and I did the morning inspection of the company. Again, nothing to report, everything is immaculate. I swear to him on the throne that these Kriegers are something else.

I looked over the reports from the previous commissar, he had only ever made one report, and that was one filed by a kreiger himself, about himself, for not having his lasgun fully charged for morning parade. My predecessor made him run laps, because he had begged to be punished.

Kreiger #6345 had taken it upon herself to clean all of my equipment, and had been shining my bolt pistol when... well, turns out in her eagerness to make herself useful, had neglected to check if there was a bolt actually chambered.

One slip of the hand later, Shes on her knees begging for forgiveness, there is another twenty kriegers in the room and I'm in need of a new hat.

She earned her forgiveness however, dinner tonight was amazing. I didn't know you could use a lasgun to sear meat like that.

Recorded 4111988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

>>9284699
How does that work, considering 68c shows up in the "main story"? Unless this is some sort of prequel?

>>9284763
well, ok, but she's the "sister" or whatever to the original Krieg girl, right...?

>>9284899
>>9284886

Yeah, 68c was briefly mentioned in the original story. I chose to give this one that serial number as a nod to the wonderful anon who started this whole thing.

Whether it's any sort of coherent continuity is a headache I don't really want to get involved with.

Wait a minute, you entered the last couple of entries there under the same date.

Oh, flick that three times? Thank you 6345.

We bugged out today, heading back to one of the major cities for some RnR, or whatever it is these Kreigers do when their on leave.

This mean't for me however, many of them applied for extended duty on barracks. 6345 took care of most of it for me, finding odd jobs here and there to keep everyone busy and occupied.

When i looked over the reports however, Everyone, in the company, from the cook to the forward reconnaissance units, had been assigned to
Duty - Entrenchment and Fortification.

The entire company was, or as much as can be said for Kriegers, dancing on air at the news.

Also amongs the reports, i found a form i had never seen before, a Request for Modification - Uniform - New Assignment, filed by 6345.

Like most paperwork, i signed it without a second glance, leaving it for the nib pushers at the administratum to deal with.

6345 is now wearing an apron and a ruffle over her uniform. They told us about this at the Commissariat, that we might become fond of the uniform worn by our troops, but this...

Excuse me, i need a shower.

No 6345, i do not need help.

Recorded 4119988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

>>9284986
I believe it works out alright, since if this is something that happened before Terranis, her prior experience here might explain 68C's forwardness there. But really, it's all being made up as we go along, so no worries.

Your looking well today.

Oh, so the enginseer finally got around to seeing you did he?

She what?

Oh, so i have to look forward to a complaint from the cog boys do I? Funny you mention that.

6345 and I were setting up our new Quarters here at the barracks, the men are bringing in what few possessions we both have, when 6345 hands me a form and an envelope. In the envelope was two tickets to the local production of what appeared to be a production of my favorite musical, Little Bunker of Terror. The form was another uniform modification request, which i signed without hesitation.

You know, yesterday, she brought me a box of new bolt shells? Turns out that's what shes been doing at that desk of her's she set up. Inscribing them. Each one of those shells has both a litany of sure firing, as well as the chant of accuracy etched into them.

And she got herself a name tag. Her name i-

What? Valhallans? Scrumball?
Rally the men, and tell those Vallhallans that their in for it.

Recorded 4120988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

Recorded 4120988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

>>9285369
>Her name i-
Hah!
Awesome writefaggery.
(Scribe needs spelling/context lessons, but you can't expect too much from something constructed by rote: "that their in for it." "they're")

Looks like you double stamped the date yesterday, did the cogboy not treat you right?

By the emperor, 6345 can move. The men and I went down to the hastily prepared scrumball field, only to find that 6345 had made some preparations of her own.
Standing on the sidelines at attention, was a exalting team, made up of the females of the unit.

They seemed very excited, it seems that scrumball is a very serious thing for the company. The men behind me started pulling off their greatcoats, and then, most curiously, their shirts as well. They all looked at me, gas masks still on, naked to the waist, and one made a muffled comment that sounded like
"Come on sir, aren't you going to play?"
I realized what that meant, when in ultimar, do as the ultramarines do. I shed my greatcoat and tunic, handing them to 6345 who appeared out of nowhere, and placed my hat upon her head.

I swear she blushed under that mask, as the hat sank to sit on the lenses of her mask, her blond hair flowing out from under it. She looked, dare i say it, adorable.

One of the Vallhallan's yelled that it was unfair that I was on the team, because i could just execute them all. I yelled back that i would only execute them if they played like a bunch of eldar farseers. To which there was a hearty laugh.

Half way through the game, Male Kreiger 68A #762 copped a concussion from taking on three of the Valhallan forwards, remind me to get him a double ration for that, so we were down a player.

Sorry, the mess hall calls, hold that thought.

Recorded 4122988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

Back, sorry, that scrumball game took it out of me.

So steps up to the line, to replace the injured 68A #762 but 6345. Everyone protested, us, the Valhallans, even the exalting team. But she looked at me, and that look told me that she could do it. So i told everyone to settle down, or they could complain to my bolt pistol.

And by the Emperor himself on Holy Terra, she did. Never before have i seen such fluid grace, such dexterity. She moved like one of those callidus assassins you see in the holovids. She scored the winning point for us, rolling across one of the valhallans chests to plant the ball over the line.

Low on paper? oh, right, let me fix that for you.

Recorded 4122988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

There, full roll there for you.

She had done it, 6345 had carried us to victory just as the whistle blew. The whole team crashed together in what can only be discribed as a group at rest. And thats when things got, strange. 6345 tore off her mask and kissed me.

She kissed me.

And everyone stopped. I froze for a second. And then i pulled something out of my ass about how the emperor loves us, and that expressing your affection is okay, so long as you don't get heretical about it.

They bought it. 6345 pulled her mask back down over her bright red cheeks, and mumbled something I didn't hear. I was just glad i wouldn't have to report her, as i was not technically on duty at the time. And yes, i did check the regulations. The Team hoisted us onto their shoulders and carried us back to the barracks. Their still celebrating in the mess, I said that due to gallant conduct, there was a double ration of dessert to be served. They love their desert these Kreigers.

And they gave me a gasmask. I think they like me.

Recorded 4122988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

keep going?

any requests? im just pulling stuff outta my ass at the moment.

>>9285995

>And they gave me a gasmask. I think they like me.

Daww

>>9285995

Artillery fire mission time? :D

>>9286115
since I'm being a lazy lout tonight, how about you write the entry seed I was thinking of using tonight if I had an ounce of energy left.

The 68th is receiving a counterbombardment from some very big Dakka. The commissar is slow to figure out what to do, but Six Eight C eagerly shows our narrator how to go to ground like a good soldier.

Awkward physical proximity ensues.

Why were you wearing earmuffs?
She put them on you?
Worried that you'd go deaf and i couldn't do my reports?
Shes good like that isn't she.

We had a live fire exercise this evening, I got to wear my gasmask. The troops seemed ecstatic that i was wearing it. Salutes were crisper, when they stood at attention, their boots snapped together louder. And it's rather comfortable too.

6345 stood with me for the exercise, atop the command chimera, to get a better view. I offered the teams double dessert rations for whoever achieved a firing rate over 10 rounds a minute. It seemed however, that 6345 had been liasing with the local population, as the practice shells were all colour bursts. The locals all turned out to watch as the nights sky was lit up in a display that would make the Emperor happy.

I realized that this was why we fought, this is why the Kreigers put their lives on the line, why the entire imperial guard existed, to protect these people. This is what the Emperor wanted us to do. That was his dream, for Humanity to be safe, to live among the stars in peace.

I cant say why i did it, but i grabbed 6345's hand. Together we watched the colour burst shells light the sky. I think, I think she's growing on me. Their all growing on me.


Recorded 4123988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

Emperor on the throne, what a day.
Orks. God Damn Orks.

Turns out our little light show for the locals last night stirred up a pack of orks left over from a waaagh a few years back. Not mentioned in any of the reports I received, but none the less there they were.

It's been a while since I have been caught in a shelling. We were still at our forward command post after the nights life fire practice. I was having a shower when I heard the whistle. That wasn't outbound shelling, there was none ordered for this morning.

The impact damn near threw me out of the tent. I wrenched the water off, and was in my pants and boots by time the next shells rained down. Those first shots were all range finders. I grabbed my mask and pulled it into place, when 6345 launched herself into the changing tent.

Another whistle, a very loud whistle, and were knocked from our feet. I dont know who landed on who, but 6345 Dragged me to my feet, pulled my hat onto my head, handed my my bolt pistol, and shoved me towards the door.

Another whistle, and she tackles me to the ground, as meters away, a mortar explodes. I feel shrapnel graze across my arm, as it's my turn to pull us both to our feet. I drag her with me to the nearest trench and we stop to take in our situation. I have my bolt pistol and sword, she has her rifle. We have no other idea what's going on.

And I'm missing my carapace. I left it back in the change room. Another whistle, and 6345 dives on top of me, as dirt rains down from another explosion.
She looks at me as if to say "We need to get out of here"
I nodded and she crawled over me, leading me towards what i reckoned to be the command chimera.
<...Buffering...>

I took the liberty of archiving.

<...buffering...>
what does that even mean? would it kill those cog boys to make you easy to understand?

So we crawled, and we crawled, and we crawled some more, till we finally reached the command chimera. Our guns had begun firing back, and the familiar five rounds a minute thudding out in precision timing. The trench we were crawling in lead to one of the side access hatches of the chimera. I helped 6345 out of the trench, and then hefted myself up.

What happened next was like something out of the holovids. Everything went slow, i saw the Orks charging. I saw Kriegers forming familiar firing lines, three men deep, las rounds strobing out in controlled bursts, each flash taking another foul xenos life. and then i saw the grenade. A crude cylinder of metal slam into the ground.

I did the only thing i could do. I tackled 6345 into the chimera. The grenade went off, i felt shrapnel scoring into me and then we landed in the chimera.
<...buffering...>

<...buffering...>
Again? whats the matter with you?

So there i am, lying on the floor of the chimera, as i feel the pool of blood slowly growing underneath me. Years of training kick in, as i roll over and push myself to my feet. What sort of commissar lets himself get bothered by a little bit of shrapnel in the back? If the legendary Johnathon Fuklaw isn't stopped by it, I wont be stopped by it either.

I looked at 6345, and noticed she was still wearing her apron. She looked at me, and then removed her pack, producing a thermos of recaf for me. What i would do without that girl, I don't know. I grabbed the thermos, lifted my mask and drained it. The command crew outlined the enemy, a small force of Orks, with artillery, which had mostly been neutralized.

Commissarial training guided my actions, If there is one thing kreigers love more than dessert rations, its a good bayonet charge. Grabbing the external vox line, I roared out the order to fix bayonets, and on my command, to charge the orkish lines.
6345 was mumbling something to the chimera driver. He nods, and looks back at me. There was a look of total respect as he gunned the engine, and the chimera leaped forward
<...buffering...>

<...buffering...>

I thought back to the stories they had told us at the Scholar Progenium, of Cain, Fuklaw and Raege. I knew what I had to do.
And I wanted to impress her. I wanted to impress 6345.

Grabbing the external vox feed, i opened the top hatch of the chimera, and stood upon the firing platform. Drawing my sword, I pointed at the rapidly thinning line of Orks and Roared "In the name of the Emperor, BAYONET. CHARGE."

The yell from the men was deafening. More las rounds strobed as they charged, and the bark of the Chimera's pintle mounted bolter added to the cacophony. I looked down at 6345, manning the pintle and smiled under my mask.

The Orks were slaughtered. minimal casualties were suffered on our side, one dead, a handful critically wounded. The usual combat scrapes were treated by field medics.

Unfortunatly for me, I copped a peice of stray shrapnel to the leg right at the end, causing me to collapse down ontop of 6345, dragging us both down into the chimera. I landed on top of her, and as the victory cheers of the men went up, we cuddled.

Don't give me that look. Cuddles is a perfectly acceptable word. The medic's patched my leg up, but I'm desk bound for a week.
Recorded 4124988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

ideas for a weeks worth of limping commissar and helpful krieg maid?

>>9287476

PIGGY BACKS

Does he eat for himself, then...?
Might be something to see, anyway - up to you, of course!

>>9287529
what do you mean good sir?

AND FUCK YES PIGGY BACKS.

>>9287528

PIGGY BACKS WHILE RALLYING THE MEN!

" ONWARDS! FOR THE EMPEROR! "

*Waves sword*

" AAARGH! I'M SLIPPING! HOIST ME UP! HOIST ME! "

>>9287580
>>9287564
>>9287528

I approve. I so completely approve.

My sick mind wants a shota krieger aide. Something went wrong in the cloning process.

>>9287699

There's room for it on the wiki page if you write it. Poor taste isn't our concern.

>>9287564
I'd like to see something ordinary with them as well - maybe something like where they eat together.

>>9287844

The eating habits of Kriegers is a mystery man was never meant to solve. In siege of vraks it's sort of implied that they subsist mostly on a liquid diet, using a special aperture in their gas masks.

Funny story for you today.
As you well know, i'm unable to walk on my leg all that well at the moment. 6345 has been an Emperor sent saint.

She helped me put on my boots this morning. She tried to help with my pants, but I refused, I may be injured, but I can still do that.

I then gingerly put some weight onto my leg, which decided to give and I started to collapse. Grasping out for anything to give me some stability I grabbed the front of 6345's greatcoat.

Buttons popped as the coat took my weight, but I managed to then lever myself backwards. I apologised profusely to 6345, who seemed very embarrassed by the whole situation, and foldeded her arms over her chest.

She gestured for me to sit, and disappeared back into our shared quarters, coming back with a new coat on. She tapped at her chronograph, and then knelt down in front of me, pulled my arms over her shoulders, my chest to her back, and stood up.

I was being given a piggy back. I was glad that everyone else was already on parade, as the barracks were empty. She let me down behind a bunker beside the parade grounds, and put my arm over her shoulders, supporting me in a far more acceptable in front of the troops manner. Her eyes were smiling under her mask for the entire inspection.

She helped me hobble back to my office, which wasn't so bad, I think she may have bought some civilian shampoo, because her hair smelled delightful, like the desert orchid that she keeps in our office.

It's lunch time, I'll continue this later.

No, just, there, isn't that better, don't have to carry heavy me all over the base you know.

Recorded 4125988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288


Whatever would i do without her.

>>9287886
well...
Maybe just spending time with each other then.
Or, hey, have the Krieg girl insist on feeding him now that he's been injured.

Could be fun to see how she'd manage that.

>>9287926

D'AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWw

"The F5 key cannae take any more, captain!!"

"Damnit, Scotty, give me more refreshes!"

Emperor damnit.

I managed to fall again, tore the stitches in my leg. The medic has confined me to quarters until the stitches heal. Three days, not able to leave my quarters. And it gets worse, but I'll get to that.

6345 took the news pretty well actually, when she went to fetch some afternoon nibbles, I swear i saw her skipping down the hallway. She came back with a tray loaded with the local snacks and confections, as well as a hot pot of recaf.

Unfortunately for me, in her hurry to be a good maid, 6345 knocked the pot of recaf, and instinct took over. I tried to catch it, and I did, just upside down. I yell, she's apologizing, and a squad of kreiger's have rushed in.

The medic's leave, and my hand is now looking like a punchers glove. 6345 is pacing nervously and shooting little glances at me. I tell her to stand at attention, then to stand at ease, and then to stand easy. The bark of orders seems to settle her, as i explain that it was my fault, and not to worry about it. Such things happen, and if the Emperor forgives such things. Intent matters more than action.

I roll myself back to my sleeping quarters and change my tunic, and when i return, the desk is cleared, there is a single candle sitting beside a plate, piled with the local delicacies.

6345 appeared beind me, and guided my chair back to its place. She then knelt down beside me, and grabbed my knife and fork.

And she fed me.

<...buffering...>

>>9288327

<...buffering...>
It was a little awkward at first, but she was patient with me, and very gentle. I don't think she has ever had to feed someone else like this. I know i haven't.

And I have never seen a Krieger eat. When your around them, the food seems to be eaten, but I have never seen actual eating taking place.

So she fed me. All three courses. There was a final chocolate confection. i grabbed it with my uninjured hand, and offered it to her. She looked up at me, and i offered it again. She looked at the confection, back at me, and then back to the confection.

She took off her mask, and took the confection from my fingers with her teeth. I don't think she had ever had a chocolate like that one before, her entire face lit up as she savored it. I looked at her smiling, her blond hair framing her face, her high cheeks and button nose, and her smile.

A smile that could launch a thousand crusades.

<...buffering...>

>>9288422

(apologies for the time delay, was eating dinner of my own.)
<...buffering...>
She smiled at me, I smiled at her, and then she pulled her mask back down. I sighed, and turned back to the table, to help her clear it, but she gently pushed my hands away and cleared the table herself.

She's having herr own dinner in the mess I think.
What do kreigers' like? How do i show her i appreciate her? Sure she's a little clumsy, but if the Emperor punished everyone for being clumsy, he'd have to have executed everyone.

Where's that Dataslate, i have an idea.

Logistics, order forms, commissarial priority. Sorry scriber, but I can't let you in on it just yet.

Recorded 4126988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

captain, i've detected great quantities of D'AWWWWW in this sector.

I am the Emperor and I approve of this thread.

inb4 saw dice in the mirror.

>>9288495

>>9288523
you are not me
do not use my name every again, under penalty of death

>>9288495

Hey, wake up, come on scriber, up and at them.

It's here, it arrived today. She brought it in, and was completely clueless to what it was. I asked her to run some errands to the logistics group, to buy me the time I needed. Everything was set up and in place by time she came back.

She let herself into my office, closed the door in her usual matter, and then nearly dropped her dataslate. Standing beside me was her CO. They quickly conversed in the muffled language they always used, and then she rushed up to the desk.

It was all there, the administratum paperwork removing her from probational assignment, and describing her now official position as my aide.

Her CO signed the paperwork, and left us, mumbling something to 6345 as he left. She snapped him a salute, and escorted him to the door. The moment the door shut, 6345 moved faster than i have ever seen anyone move before. She was in my lap, hugging me, faster than a Ratling onto a dropped gelt.

I asked her what her commanding officer had said to her, and she mumbled into my shoulder,
"Permission to act freely, granted."

I smiled, her CO had taken a lot of convincing to let me do what I had done. Shifting her from my lap, I reached under the desk and retrieved the box that had arrived earlier that day.
"Considering your new post as my offical commissariat appointed aide, I present you, 6345, Stabsgefreiter Sc-

sorry, what? Oh, of course, let me fix that for you. I'll get a new ink tube for you tomorrow.

"Present you with this".
I handed her the box, which she opened with all due care and reverence. Inside, sitting on commissariat red velvet, was a Carapace breastplate and a new laspistol, fresh from the forge world a few hops away.

Her eyes lit up at the gleaming carapace, as she almost tore her great coat off so she could try it on. I then noticed how different the cut of a female Kreigers tunic was.

<...buffering...>

<...buffering...>
A fleeting glimpse of flawless pale skin was quickly covered up under gleaming carapace, and then by her greatcoat, which was not not done up all the way. She wrapped her new holster around her waist, and stood at attention.
"You look immaculate" I told her, as i forced myself to my feet.

She tried to help me, but I stopped her with a hand, before pulling myself to attention as well. I saluted her. She saluted me. I was then tackled back into my seat, as she cuddled up to me again. I finished my reports like that, her cuddled in my lap.

She then skipped, literally, skipped, to the mess to get something to eat for lunch. I have never seen her so happy.

And I'll tell you this, my servitor friend, today has been the best day of my career, of my life. The Emperor must have had a smile on his face when I got posted here.

Recorded 4128988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

Hmmmmm... I see no Heresy. Upon full review, this has my approval. May the Light of the Emperor Shine upon you.

someone is saving this, right...?

New ink tube working? Good. Ready?

It's been a busy few days, with it being end of month, there's alot of paperwork to be filled out, the monthly commendations list to be signed, any other disciplinary disputes to be cleared, and of course, the monthly Valkyrie drop practice.

Kreiger's love alot of things, The Emperor, killing heretics, xenos and traitors, dessert rations, digging trenches, and flying in Valkyries.

I limped to the landing pad with 6345 at my side, and boarded the Valk last, I wasn't up to jumping with them, but I would go along for the ride. Made for a nice change of pace from being cooped up in my office.

The Valk took off, engines roaring, as we flew to the drop point. Now I know what your thinking, Krieger's are trench warfare and seige specialists, what are they doing practicing drops? Well, who do you think does all the reconnaissance? The Forward Recon teams are regarded as the crazy black grox of the Krieg family. Turns out, 6345 was one of them.
<...buffering...>

<...Buffering...>
I was wearing the standard flight harness that everyone got when flying in a Valkyrie, and i stood with everyone else as the drop zone approached. The side door opened, and Kreigers began jumping out like clockwork.

6345 fiddled with my harness, and then started pushing us both towards the door. I pushed back as best i could with my injured leg, but she kept pushing, before one of the flight crew shoved us both out.

I have never been in so much terror in my life. Give me Orks, give me eldar, just never throw me out of a Valkyrie without telling me I'm strapped to someone. 6345 had strapped my harness to her, so we were falling in tandem.

I felt the jerk of the grav chute being deployed, and 6345 hugged me from behind, mumbling something like "Did i scare you" into my ear. I thanked the Emperor that she had convinced me to wear my mask today, as it was keeping my face protected, and had these ingenious little straps to keep my hat in place.

I mumbled back that yes she had scared me, and I hoped she was happy about that, to which I got a very enthusiastic nodding.

We made a rather bad landing, my leg gave out, causing us to pitch sideways, getting a fair few laughs from the troops, but, her sergeant explained on the chimera ride home, considering the injury I had sustained, it was an acceptable landing.

That girl is crazy I tell you, but I wouldn't have her any other way.

Recorded 4201988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

Other ideas?

this writefag is running low for today. Requests for our dynamic and slowly more loving duo?

>>9289200

Superivising an R&R trip? One that actually happens, insetead of being shunted into loltrenches?

>>9284122
Huh? Is it a Stahlhelm, or a Pickelhaube?

As for the campaign, have a anti-Mary Sue character being a short, ugly and clumsy guy in the auxiliary corps behind from the front lines. His trenches are attacked and he is able to hide in one of the wrecks while all gets slaughtered around him. After that he is stuck behind the front and tries to rejoin his unit while doing various heroic and not-so-heroic deeds since he is a coward. Finally when he returns to his unit after doing some epic stuff and barely standing on his legs, he is shot for heresy by his former friends to make stuff moar grimdark.

kriger maid gets drunk

>>9289200
Commissar decides to take his next leave in the closest town.

Krieger aide come with hims, obviously.

>>9289189
>jerk of the grav chute being deployed

A grav chute is always deployed, it's whether or not the damn things are one. It is not a parachute.

Or have an artilleryman so devoted to his gun that he becomes tainted by Slaanesh to become one with it.

Does Krieg have any combat engineers? If so, have a squad of them stumble into Necron tombs while digging for a new bunker.

>>9289346
A grav chute jerking is generally a bad sign too. It's supposed to gently counteract gravity.

I suppose that's when it would become a "grave" chute.

All set, full load of paper? Nicely inked?

Its been nearly a month since 6345 was assigned to me because of her, my little misdemeanor with the pen.

She's getting better at being my aide. I hardly have to do any paperwork any more, there is always a pot of recaf ready in the office, and my uniform is always spotless.

6345 has also started to wear her hair up in a messy bun. Its always a refreshing sight to see her at her desk, working away on whatever it is she does, which seems to be everything. I don't know how she is able to do the ammount of work she does, but she does it anyway.

She has also made some more homely touches to our sleeping quarters. There's now a heavy bolter on a tripod under her bunk, and the razor wire around the windows mean that if anyone tries to sneak in, their going to be in for it.

6345 has become a big part of my life. I know that they say that when you join the guard, your heart belongs to the Emperor, and your ass belongs to your CO, but I don't think the Emperor will mind if i share my heart with her, right?

Wasn't it he who said "Share all that you have with your fellow man, for he shall reward you for it"?

It's otherwise been quiet, 6345 is currently out running reports to and from the heads of the logistics teams. Her greatcoat sways as she runs, it's adorable.

Don't you give me that look, I've seen you watching too you know.

Recorded 4202988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

>>9289346
I would personally write a fic about a Krieg Panzer Division assault on chaos forces. First an obligatory artillery barrage, then a swift strike of tanks followed by infantry on the Krieg version of SdKfz 251. I would describe the fighting in detail, for example like guardsmen climb on the backs of chaos marines and put handgrenades between their armor.

DAAAWW FOR THE DAAWW GOD!

mabey write a bit about the servitor thats giveing a commisar a funny look

>>9289405
And maybe put some grimdark love story in between? Hmm... For example a guardsman has to make a choice to kill his love, or to let her be further tainted by chaos because she loves the guardsman sooo much, that she becomes corrupted due to her feelings.

>>9289189

I want to see this one drawn, it's adorable and hilarious.

>>9289405

>>guardsmen climb on the backs of chaos marines and put handgrenades between their armor

lol no

>>9289431
...This act is seen by a visiting female inquisitor who appoints this guardsman as his aide for his ruthlessness. So our Krieger starts his training and brainwashing and is sent to kill heretics which are his former squad mates. He becomes a one mean sonufabiatch too, since he is full of grief over his lost love whom he lost because of Chaos.

Hope you didn't get any dust in your gears there. All set?

I know it has been a while, but the company got sent on RnR again. 6345 didn't get her application for everyone to be put on entrenchment duty approved, but that wasn't a problem.

They have never seen snow. We got Valkyrie'd to a large town up in the mountains, where it snows. The vallhallan's were actually deployed here, but we shared their base, administrata's idea of saving resources.

It reminded me of the exchange programs we used to do back in the scholar. But i digress.

6345's eyes were as wide as the rest of the troops as they went outside the barracks this morning, to find snow lightly falling. It wasn't long before snowballs were being thrown, and a few of the more artistic memebers had made a statue of The Emperor out of a block of ice they had found.

Turns out, that block of ice had been pilfered from what we would discover was the valhallans shooting range, but a few words with my comissarial compatriots smoothed things over.

Their having a scrumball game again this afternoon, and the medic's have given me the all clear, so I might join in. The Vallhallan's here heard about what happened to their unit down in Sanguinius glen, and are spoiling for a rematch.

Might actually be fair this time, were on Valhallan home soil, snow, territory.

Recorded 4207988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

>>9289469
Well, I thought of it as a zerg rush, but I agree it's ridiculous and grotesque since they all will be killed. That is why I like it.

SCRIBE SERVITOR INTERMISSION.

Master is gone now. He and the pretty masked lady have gone for dinner again. I like master, he is kind. Not like previous master. Previous master did not care for Scribe unit tricero #5944a.

Tricero also likes pretty lady. Masters friend pretty lady is also kind to Tricero. She has gotten friend enginseer to service Tricero.

She is very pretty, like the saints. Tricero remembers the saints. Tricero remembers many things.

Initiating neural net optimisation routine...

>>9289546

Dude, don't just suddenly bust out nightmare fuel like that...

>>9289616
I see no nightmare fuel, only a logical progression of d'awww.

>>9289546
We like that. Oh yess we do.

>>9289627

Right, because the servitor who as it turns out retains some of his sentience having his memory wiped when he recalls the saints isn't GRIMDARK.

>>9289390
>6345 has also started to wear her hair up in a messy bun.

Somehow, this is the image I'm getting. Even though Riza's hair isn't really in a bun.

>>9289641
I didn't say it's not grimdark, but look at this. Even the goddamn SERVITOR is getting some(albiet binary) affection.

>Tricero remembers many things.

this sounds ominious

>>9289658
>Tricero remembers losing the game

TRAITORS BE DAMNED, ITS COLD OUT THERE.
Whats this? your designation is Tricero? Well then Tricero, the Emperor says to give respect to all things that deserve it, so, here's to you.

And yes, i am in a good mood. We beat the Valhallan's. Again. In their home conditions, we beat them. We might have gotten a mild case of hypothermia, but we beat them. I ordered double rations for everyone for that, courtesy of our gracious hosts. However, I am fair, we commissars decided that double rations all around were in order, so the Valhallan's are happy to.

6345 got ther Exaltation Team together again. They all stood there in their cold weather gear, pom poms shaking for us, their muffled cheers driving the men to victory.

After the game, 6345 and I hitched a on a chimera down to the local town, and enjoyed the entertainment district. It was rather quaint, with quality pubs and eateries, and even an amphitheater, where some local youth were putting on a show about two young nobles who were very much in love or something. 6345 and it watched for a while, my commissarial uniform getting us in for free.

We continued on, untill 6345 pulled on my jacket, and pointed to a small store on the corner. We entered, the shopkeep welcoming us happily. He said how much of an honour it was to have a member of the guard in his store, and that anything we wanted would be half price.

At the mention of that 6345's eyes lit up and she disappeared into row upon row of clothing, accessories and knickknacks. I found her trying on a pair of lampacka gloves witha fur trim, which she seemed to like, but she put back when she saw me watching her. She hurried off again, and when i spotted her, she was back at the counter, purchasing something.

We left the store, and she pulled what she had bought from the bag.

a luxurious red scarf.

<...buffering....>

(also, im saving all of your wonderful ideas for future threads, dont you worry)

>>9289658

Tricero remembers when SHE was the Commissar's aide.

Until he got bored of her.

Throw in some trumpeting, and you have Sora no Woto 40k

>>9289679
Tricero obviously recalls a different Commissar.

>>9289641
Well now, i wouldn't say that....

SCRIBE SERVITOR INTERMISSION SPECIAL (just for you alpharius)

Enginseer Thelonius plugged his dataslate into the scribe servitor, and began running diagnostics. The commissar's aide had asked him to give the scribe servitor a good tuning, before they went on RnR.

Thelonius had long ago forgone the need for RnR, for him, this was relaxing, the simple task of optimising a servitor was childs play compaired to coaxing a reluctant chimera to run, or a basilisk to be more accurate.

Tricero's wetware os loaded, and began to go through the basic optimization routines, when a diagnostic box popped open.
"Do you remember the saints, Thelonius?"
a simple yes no prompt was given at the bottom.
Thelonius poked at the yes button on his dataslate.
"Tricero remebers the saints."

<...buffering...>

>>9289834

...

Well now I don't know how to feel at all.

Thelonius's fingers skimmed the touchscreen of his dataslate, opening command tracers and prompt sniffers, and unleashing them upon Tricero's cognitor unit. Streams of data flowed past Thelonius's eyes, as he looked for the abberation that had caused Tricero to pose such a question.

More data, no anomaly. the clear servitor code continued to scroll until.
ABNORMALITY FOUND. DISPLAY, DELETE?
Thelonius thumbed the display button. More data streamed up. Before being assigned to the commissar, Tricero had been on loan to a Sister of the Rosen Maiden, who had loaded a progrum to help her learn the Saints of her order.

Whoever the enginseer was who had unloaded the progrum had left bits of code in the unit, which had been assimilated into the main cognitive core. Thelonius pondered for a moment, and decided to leave it as it was. Tricero was working properly, so there was no point initialising a full respawn of the wetware operating system.

Finishing up with the basic tweaks a tune up consisted of. Thelonius left Tricero to finish his optimization.

Tricero remebers many things. Tricero will remebers Friend Thelonius.

>Sister of the Rosen Maiden

:D

well, going to sleep now - hopefully this is getting saved, as I like the story thus far!

And if it IS saved, I hope someone keeps updating it, so we don't lose anything.
That would suck.

>>9289879

You bastard.

<...Buffering...>
The scarf was beautiful, a testament to the hard working people who had crafted it from lampaca wool. 6345 looped it around my neck a few times and we started off back towards the barracks.

She brought her hands up to her face and breathed on them, rubbing them together to generate some warmth.

No gloves.

She had forgotten her gloves. We were half way back to the barracks now, and needed to be back for dinner. So I did the only thing i could think of. I took of my glove, grabbed her cold hand in my warm one, and shoved them both into my greatcoats pocket. I offered her the other glove, which she slid her hand into and put into her other pocket. I saw her eyes smile at me from behind the lenses of her mask, and she rested her head on my shoulder.

They say that Krieger's are bred for war, but I find myself wondering, if there isn't a war to fight, what do they want to do then?

I flagged down a chimera to give us a lift back to the barracks, and as we sat beside each other, 6345 undid my scarf slightly, and looped a little around her own neck, before resting her head back on my shoulder.

I swear I heard the rest of the troops in the chimera sigh happily. I know I did. We dined in the mess hall, and I put in a request for some new gloves for 6345. I didn't mark it high priority though, there's no rush that i can see.

Recorded 4208988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

>>9289954
u mad?

Lets just say, Tricero is not all he appears to be.

>>9289986

Chekov's Servitor. That's a new one.

Will the cold affect your ink, Tricero? No? Of course, like the cog boy's would let that happen.

There was a wedding yesterday. A Valhallan couple were being handfasted in the eyes of the Emperor, or something like that they call it, back home, that was a marriage. But anyway, everyone was invited, and I found out that there is a administratum order form for an Imperium approved union celebration cake.

However, Valhallan's like to celebrate, and they allow for there to be alcohol served at these sort of event's. The Kreiger's joined in the festivites as best they could, with figure marching, and this strange stomping shuffling dance that made full use of their combat boots.

6345 however, had found, what looked like, a drink she liked. I never saw her actually drink it, but every time i looked back, it was getting lower and lower in the glass.

which soon became two glasses.

which became three, and then four. I asked one of the valhallan's what it was, and he explained, in a thick accent, "Eet is leetle drink we cahll the Eemperahs sellee-bration".

Oh, I didn't know you would write the accent like that. Sorry tricero.

The drink was called the Emperors Celebration. He explained that it was made out of Amsec, and a couple of valhallan alcohols. Strong stuff.

<...buffering...>

Littlest Krieger, can you put this up on 1d4chan later on, when you're done for the day/night?

>>9290113
I'll see what i can do. 1d4 chan will remember.

Tricero remembers many things.

<...buffering...>
So 6345 had finished off four of these drinks.
Which explains what happened next.
6345 stood up on a table, and started doing the stomping shuffle of the Kriegers.
Everyone just started cheering, as more people, Valhallans and Kreigers climbed up, and started dancing on table's and other objects.

I stayed sober, the Commissariat frowns upon such shenanigans, but I don't think the Valhallan commissar's got the message. However, this turned out to be for the better.

6345 tried to get down from the table, but with that much alcohol in her system, she wasn't the stable, sure footed Krieger she usually was. As gracefully as she could, she crashed onto my lap. I excused us both from the party, and helped her to our quarters, in a a parody of how she had helped me around with my injured leg.

<...buffering...>

<...Buffering...>
Halfway to the bunker, 6345 decided that she had had enough of walking, and tried to climb into my arms. I chuckled quietly as she nuzzled at me, trying to coax herself into getting carried.

So i knelt down in front of her and she clambered onto my back. Fair's fair i thought, as i piggy backed her back to our quarters. She giggled the whole way back, and was still humming one of the songs she had danced to that night.

We finally got back to the bunker, and she flopped down onto my bunk, giggling up at me. I smiled down at her, and went to say something, but her giggle turned into a small snore. She had fallen asleep in my bunk.

I sighed to myself, and pulled her boots off. I then realised, I had never seen her go to sleep before me. She was always up before me, and went to sleep after me. I didn't know if kreiger's took their masks off to sleep or not.

I left her mask on. I hope i did the right thing. I think i'll just sleep in my chair tonight, won't be the first time.

Recorded 4210988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

>>9290154
Ah, good!
Looking forward to seeing how this ends - when I get back up after some sleep.

Tricero, today has been interesting.
Firstly, I woke up before 6345. She was still in my bunk, tangled up under my blanket, her mask off. I slipped in to my footlocker to grab a new uniform, when she started awake, and looked at me from under hooded eyes.
"G'morning, sir", she mumbled, rubbing at the sleep in her eye's.
"Good morning," I said, grabbing my tunic from its foldcase, "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes sirrr," She moaned, grabbing her head, "My head feels like a the basilisks are firing in it".
I chuckled quietly, I hadn't had a hangover since back in the Scholar. That had been a wild night, but that is a story for another time.
"Am I up for report, sir?". 6345 asked, pulling my blankets up around her.
I told her not to be foolish, it was a wedding, and celebrating was a part of it. Some of us, i explained, celebrated harder than others. I read a report later that day, that the valhallan's were at eighty percent strenght due to the after effects of the wedding.

6345 looked up at me from under her fringe, "Can I please use the washroom first, sir?"
What's a commissar to do, maintaining moral is our duty. 6345 came out of that shower smelling like roses.
"Thank you, sir" She said, before she pulled her mask down. That girl could melt an ice world.

The rest of the day was spent with the troops helping the Valhallan's with their post celebration clean up. Moral maintenence is a bitch sometimes.

Recorded 4210988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

still f5an

It's been a long day, Tricero.

6345 caught a cold yesterday. She had been helping out with clearing the parade ground of empty bottles and streamers with the Valhallan soliders, while the Valhallan commissars and I dealt out the usual post celebratory disciplinary measures. One of the valhallans were up for the lash, for comandeering a chimera and doing what the Valhallan commissar called "doughnuts" in the motor pool.

Needless to say, the cogboy's weren't happy about having to preform a full track replacement. So we agreed on twenty lashes and a prohibition on the units dessert rations.

Anyway, turn's out, the Valhallan's had said that the Kreiger's were being soft by wearing their greatcoat, instead of their shirtsleeves like the Valhallan's were. The majority of Krieger's ignored them, but 6345 is not the sort of girl who would take it.

So she has a cold, and is tucked into her bunk getting some sleep. She tried to do her normal aide work, but i ordered her back to bed. She grudgingly trudged back to her bunk, but I heard her working on her dataslate, which i promptly confiscated. The Imperium needs strong soliders, i explained, and if she didn't get better, she wouldn't be an effective solider if she was sneezing and sniffling in a combat zone.

She pouted as she handed me her data slate, and glared at me as I pocketed it. So I went to my foot locker and pulled out the scarf she had bought me. I wrapped it around her neck, and told her to get some sleep, I could handle the reports for one day.

I'll be back soon Tricero, going to get some lunch. Do you actually eat anything? No?

>>9290600
(Sorry, good news week is on, so im a little slow)
<...Buffering...>
In another mirroring of how she looked after me, I just finished feeding...
Tricero? Should your scribe unit be making that noise? Yes? If your sure.
So i got some soup from the mess hall, as well as some toast, the valhallan's know how to make a good meal, let me tell you.

So I come back, with the meal on the mess tray, some soup, some toasted bread, a dessert ration, and something the locals called guava juice.

I tried to feed her, like she had fed me, but she outright refused.
"It's not right sir. I can feed myself", she said, as she pulled the tray from my hands and glared at me again. I know that sometimes, there isn't a point in fighting, so I left.
A few minutes later, she called for me, and when I entered the room, she sheepishly grinned at me, and offered me the tray. I just laughed and took it, but she then beckoned me closer.
She offered the last square of her chocolate ration to me.

I Returned the favor she had given me, and took the square from her fingers. She blushed as she snuggled back down into her blankets, and dozed off again.

Yeah, i stood there and waited for her to go back to sleep, don't give me that look.

Requesting obligatory hot spring episode

>>9290869
Second

Also, draw faggotry of said episode.

Hey, you okay? Just seemed like you finished the missive, but I'm not finished yet.

She dozed off again, and I returned to my reports for the day. Later that evening, she shuffled out from the sleeping quarter, blanket pulled around her, helmet on, mask around her neck. "Permission to go to the mess, sir?"
"Permission denied, can't risk you infecting the troops."
She glared at me for that, "What about you, sir?"
I smiled, "Commissarial immunisation, I'm immune".
She just pouted, and asked for some dinner. I told her I would be back in a moment.

I returned to find her at her desk, data slate in hand, still wrapped in her blanket. I frowned at her and put her meal tray down on her desk.
"I thought i ordered you back to bed."
She just shook her head, "You did not, sir"
"Well I am now. Bed. Go."
She glared at me and returned to her bed, leaving the tray of food on her table. I sighed, grabbed the tray and followed her. Doing the reports had been hellish, I don't know how she does it all.
<...buffering...>

<...Buffering...>
I found her back on her bunk, looking very unhappy.
"I know you feel like you always have to be strong, but it's okay. You can be like this. Around me anyway", I explained.
She looked up at me
"Really?"
I nodded, and offered her a spoon full of soup. 6345 smiled at me, and wrapped her lips around the spoon.

And that, Tricero, is how I finally got to see 6345 eat. Well, eat without a mask on. How they eat with their masks on is beyond me. So she finished the soup, and her toast, and the dessert ration. She snuggled back down into her blankets, the scarf still around her neck.

She smiled at me, and bid me good night. I, well, I did what the Sister superior did when i was a young boy back in the orphanage and was sick. I kissed her on the forehead, and whispered the litany of healing. 6345 giggled, and asked what I was doing. I explained how that's what happened when commissars' get sick. A sister hospitaller kisses them on the forehead and says the litany of healing, as well as sings the hymn of the cushioned feline.
6345 laughed, and asked what the hymn of the cushioned feline was. So i sang it for her, after which I explained that it only got sang to the commissar's who had gone above and beyond the call of duty. There is a tale of how Commissar Fuklaw had it sung to him by a chior of Hospitallers. She laughed and snuggled further into her blankets.

I bid her good night, and here I am, spilling my guts to you. Strange times, strange times.


Recorded 4210988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

You have brightened a dull afternoon, keep posting

SCRIBE SERVITOR INTERMISSION PART TRICERO

Master is sleeping now. Pretty lady is sleeping now. Tricero like's Master and Pretty lady. Tricero is loyal to Master and Pretty lady.
Tricero remembers the saints. Tricero remembers the saints.
Tricero remembers...++Data corrupted++

Running data revitalization algorithms.

Tricero remembers.

Sorry Tricero, it's been a busy few days.

Turns out there was a minor case of heresy in one of the hydra gunners. We got it early, Emperor be praised, and this company's sterling record has not been blemished. He had become obsessed with his Hydra, constant maintenance, constant striving for perfection. Started using his own blood in the maintenance rituals, that's what tipped off the cog boy's that something was up. They found a small carving of some runes on the inside of one of the maintainable hatches, but again, nothing that alot of incense and chanting wont fix. Enginseer Thelonius assures me that there is no taint to the machine, or the rest of the unit.

I'll interview his crewmates later today. But preliminary reports say the same as everything else, there is nothing to worry about.

6345 is back to her usual bright self, Emperor be praised. She is not a very good patient, after i fed her that one night, she expected it the next few meals and she would demand the hymn of the cushioned feline before she would even think about going to sleep. I think I'm spoiling her. Am I spoiling her Tricero?

Well, that hydra crew isn't going to interview itself now is it. I'll talk to you later, Tricero.

Recorded 4211988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

Ah, Delicious Kriegissar.

moarr!!!

Now that 68b #6345's story is mainly done, time to add to the main story.

***

Space is a cold place. Even within his ancient Space Containment Unit Private Amadeus Grant could feel the icy touch of unseen tendrils. Oh what he would give to be part of one of the regiments given garrison duty on shore.

'Fuckin' Foot Sloggers.' He swore at no-one in particular. He took a hard look at the industrial probe his Deck Lieutenant had asked him to clean, as punishment for drunk behavior unbecoming of a Navy Service Man.

'Joint Civilian/Military Probe Project. 68th Krieg Line Infantry Battalion.' He read out loud, the sound echoing within the confines of his helmet. He scrubbed at dirt that hid the bottom part of the inscription.

'From... 68b #6345 and...' He trailed off, no amount of elbow grease would eliminate the name that hid under a stubborn piece of rainbow streaked oil. Nothing would hide the crimson red heart that surrounded the names like a halo.

At that moment, the fact that the Regiments below had enough time to partake in 'joint civilian projects' caused something fiery to rise in his belly. Grant had survived 3 Planetary Reunifications. He was a veteran of at least 20 Continental Campaigns. And the one time in his life the battle group was given garrison duty, the 1st Avengard Airbourne got stuck on the Imperial Wrath. Along with 20 other regiments. All male.

He took a deep breath.

'EMPEROR TAKE YOUR BALLS YOU LUCKY CIVILIAN, YOU SACKLESS PIECE OF SHIT YOU.'

The insult sounded hollow. Not knowing his name made it all the more infuriating.

Finally, I get a chance to talk to you again Tricero. Things have gotten busy with the end of the RnR.

I used to hate packing up my office. I'd always loose things, or misplace them, or not even bother packing at all. But with 6345 here, things are so much Easier. I had gone out with one of the Reconnaissance Teams to find a new town to turn into a fortified base of operations, leaving 6345 to take care of the packing of our shared work and living spaces. We found a small lower mountain town, to low down for snow, but with huge hydro and geothermal power plants, that provided electricity for the surrounding cities.

It was perfect. The mountain behind us acted as a natural wall, and provided the raw materials needed for the manifactorium to produce the fortifications we were to assist in building. While many people point out that the 68th Krieg Field Artillery is just about having big guns, they are also incredibly skilled at making fortifications in which to house them. We joined with the 83rd Kreig Fortification Engineering team, affectionately nicknamed Engineer tan's due to their tan coloured greatcoats that hide the dust that they work in more effectively than the standard grey or black favored by Kreigers'. We arrived in the little town, Mikuru, to find that the barracks had already been constructed, in addition to a number of sentry towers, and automated ammunition dispensers at all the key junctions in the quickly growing barracks fortress complex.
<...buffering...>

I heard my name called, and I spun. Standing with his hat on the jaunty angle it always was, stood Alexander Timote, a fellow Commissar I had met years back when we were both fresh out of the scholar.
Typical commissarial greetings followed, mock accusations of heresy and consorting with xenos females and the like. However, as we got talking, he revealed a most interesting tidbit of information. The geothermal springs that help to power the huge generators here, are also popular as bathing houses.

I might just have to investigate, if you get my drift. Can servitors swim? I'll have to ask Thelonius, if he can get his face out of that Russ with the engine problems.

Recorded 4214988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

>>9291901

A tiny little vox squawked into life, causing Grant to wince.

'Saint's testicles Grant, what the fuck are you doing?'

Grant grunted.

The voice over the vox sighed. 'Having a little wank in the space suit Grant? Emperor's Tits, make sure you give it a wipe before you come back in, I'm due out next.'

Grant stared off into the infinite black horizon. Why he hadn't thought of leaving his mark in the Suit he had no idea. No reason to not start though. 'Right, retrieving data now.'

'Nobody likes Balker anyway.' Grant mumbled to himself as he relieved himself in the suit. Usually spoiling someone else's day put a big smile on his face but even as Grant coloured the bottom part of the suit yellow, he knew this uncomfortable feeling of abandonment wasn't going to subside with just one pee.

Something on his heads-up display pinged.

'Hello, what's this then.'

Data started to climb slowly down his screen as the link he had been attaching finally sparked into life. All pointless stuff. Asteroid movement around the Orbit, broadcast signals bouncing off the probe...

Wait a minute.

The piece of data that had caught his attention flitted away again, disappearing off into the top of the screen. He waited patiently for the data to repeat. There it was again.

Unknown Signal Contact. Received every second. He tapped a button on his data slate. He was immediately assaulted by a wall of static and he had to turn the volume down.

>>9292013

Then the static disappeared and his head began to pound. It felt as if his brain were threatening to rip itself out of his skull. Grant shrieked but fought the pain away, even as it seemed to travel down from his head into his chest. His heart tightening and racing, Grant gasped a laboured breath and cut the link with the probe.

As soon as it had come, his headache disappeared, the pain gone. His heart began to slow again. He felt liquid running down the side of his head, and smelt the familiar tang of iron in his nostrils.

He made the sign of the aquila on his chest. The astropaths had been talking about the unusual calm for months now. How at first seeing out into the ether was like looking through crystal clean water but now was cloudy and murky like... like a shadow had been cast over it. A shadow in the warp.

Even as he thought the words he shuddered.

'Emperor preserve us. Balker! Balker you lazy dog! Get the Lieutenant down here to meet me when I get back, I've got something he will want to see.'

Well it looks like someone else is ready to take up the mantle of writefag for the night.

The littlest Krieger needs some sleep.

g'night /tg/ you've been a wonderful audience

>>9292063
and you an able storyteller.

>>9292031

Admiral Thatch, commander of Battle Group Imperial Wrath, aboard the flag ship Imperial Wrath, was bored. Months of inactivity and shore leave had eliminated any and all strands of professional military behaviour. Even the deck on which he now rested hummed with heretical activities.

Gambling during Work Hours, Wasteful Gossiping Guilty of Wasting an Officers Time, Heretical Consumption of Amasec. Thatch grinned. Well, can't punish the men for that last one, he thought. Else I'd have to suffer the Commissariats Whip right along with em.

He took another swig of the Brandy he had managed to procure during his last shore leave. It was during mid-gulp that he noticed the out of breath lieutenant that now stood in front of him.

He finished his drink and fixed the lieutenant in place with a fierce stare.

'Lieutenant Walker wasn't it? Leader of Gun Deck Crew 20, Port Side Battery? My staff aide tells me you have something important to report. And Emperor help you if it isn't important. Saints know what the punishment is for wasting an Imperial Admiral's time when he has more important things to attend to.' Thatch emphasized this last point by tapping his bottle lightly on the side.

The Lieutenant composed himself quickly and saluted.

'Twenty Lashes sir.' He responded smartly.

Admiral Thatch raised an eyebrow. 'Well, I am impressed Lieutenant. Perhaps if it all goes wrong, you can arrange it for yourself hmmm? Now out with it man.'

>>9292452

Walker handed him a data slate. 'Sir, if you look at this data here, it's been analyzed by myself and the Navigator's Auxilliary Staff.'

The Admiral began to browse through it. The Lieutenant continued.

'Sir, the readings the probe indicated in this report here picked up have been reconfirmed by picket probes set by the Tireless Sentinal, part of an outer perimeter recon squadron operating just at the periphery of the system boundaries.'

The Admiral, his look of mock seriousness now replaced with a worried frown, looked up from the slate.

'These findings of yours lieutenant, is their accuracy assured?'

Walker nodded once.

'Yes Admiral. Observation Station 23#C stopped submitting reports a month ago sir. The Tireless Sentinal was sent in to investigate. We recieved a report from them by astropath a few hours ago. The base had been destroyed sir. Infestation. They were due to report back an hour ago.'

Walker sighed.

'I do not hold high hopes that they submit that report sir.'

>>9292518

Thatch took a moment to compose his thoughts as he put the slate down, engulfed with the information within and the knowledge of the coming conflict. 'I must admit, I feigned ignorance before. I know you, Adrian Walker, you served under me during the Savonik Campaign.

I know your youthful look is due to a hasty surgery conducted after combat action that took place when Xeno Scum boarded decks 20 to 34, and that the face you wear is not your own.

And there isn't a day that you live that you don't wonder if the man whose face you wear might've been better at the job than you are and that you still send vox messages back to your mother telling her how sorry you are that you couldn't keep Alex safe.'

Walker stiffened.

'The Medicae Personal did the best they could under the circumstances. The best way to treat Rapid Onset of Devourer Toxin is to remove the surface tissue of the affected area. And at the time your younger brother was the closest body at hand.'

>>9292559

The Admiral wore an understanding smile, noting the lieutenants shock.

'I make an important note to know the men who serve as officers on my ship. But more importantly, you have faced these aliens before. They stole your face and your brother from you.

I will make sure that all Command Groups in the area are informed of the coming tide. If this data is accurate, we still have a few months.

But until a plan is set out and a defense is mapped you will not let this information leave your lips. You let the men and women enjoy their leave until their orders have been given. They will be told when the time is right. Let them enjoy the warmth of life before the winter comes.'

Walker looked up at the admiral, his despair apparent.

'The Tyranids sir? Can... can we beat them back?'

'I'm not sure Lieutenant, but we'll certainly try.'

***

Right, that bit of seriousness over, someone else can pick the dawww back up.

>>9292567
your serious killed the dawww

>>9292567
Good fic, wrong thread. You basically killed the mood there.

anymore writefags or is this thread done?

#6346 writefag here, might give it a shot, but I need some inspiration. As said in earlier thread I'm contemplating a story from the viewpoint of a male krieger, so I'll try to get started on that.

>>9297826

> School bus driver suffers a fatal heart attack.

> Krieger rushes to help

> Driver dies

>THE TINY CITIZENS OF THE EMPEROR MUST BE DELIVERED TO THE DROP POINT!

>>9297868

You know, that doesn't sound to bad... Bumpan and posting a start:

Lieutenant Krieg Male Model 68a #271 was disturbed by the recent changes in transport arrangements. In another grand move by the brass, Father no doubt among them, it had been decided that the 68th Krieg Field Artillery Regiment would share transports with local community installations in an effort to promote relations between the regiment and the locals, as well as save on the Emperor’s resources. As any dutiful Krieger he gladly did as the Emperor wished and did not want to waste what He had given, and as such followed the command.

It did not mean, however, that he felt comfortable when he had been directed to the vehicle he was now riding on on his way into the local town in the vicinity of the main camp.

In another stroke to promote public relations it had been deemed that the public would get to visit the Krieger compound, try their hand a digging a trench, watch the Earthshakers fire, test to wear a gas-mask and all that. As such, upon informing that he was heading into town to leave a message to the town mayor from Father, that he had been directed to a yellow bus filled to the brim with children who had just finished their visit at the military camp.

Thus it came to be that he, looking somewhat misplaced with his somber grey coat and gas-mask among the pastel colors of the other occupants, sat in one of the front seats of a school bus on a dirt-road back to town (Krieg Male Model 68a #271 was somewhat sure the driver, who looked quite old and not in his best health, had taken a wrong turn somewhere). On the other side of the bus, dressed in a red cardigan, sat their teacher, a woman in her late twenties with auburn hair and a mild face, or it would have been mild, had it not been for the worrying looks she occasionally threw at the Krieger.

The children, however, did not share her worry.

>>9284122
it's fa/tg/irls, actually. You're trying to imply any of the females on this board can be attractive, which is just morally wrong.

HOW IS THIS THREAD STILL ALIVE GODDAMNIT

>>9300435

Still has nothing to thread three that was alive for over 36hs before being passed into oblivion.

>>9300345

Despite having been running around a large camp full of Kriegers for a whole day, the children’s curiosity had not been sated. This was probably enhanced by the fact that Krieg Male Model 68a #271 was dressed in his dress-uniform, complete with his officer’s cuirass and epaulettes, while the children had been taken care of NCOs and privates. They all watched his every move with large googly eyes and were whispering amongst each other their far-flung theories about him. Krieg Male Model 68a #271 tried his best to ignore this and look as stoic as possible under his gas-mask (an article he once again found himself happy to be wearing). It did not help much when he suddenly felt a tug at his coat arm. Turning down he saw a girl, probably in the age of 8 or 9 look up at him for a second, before she turned tail and hurried scared away to her friends. Looking up again he saw the teacher look angrily at him, as if it was his fault the girl had become overwhelmed by his appearance.

Her angry look got cut off, however by a loud cough from the driver’s seat and the bus jerking to a stop shortly thereafter. Everybody’s attention whipped to the driver, who sat in his seat, gasping for air, his eyes showing whites. Krieg Male Model 68a #271 sat immobile (this was obviously a job for the medic, not an officer), before the teacher came to her senses and yelled at him.

“Don’t just sit there, help him!”

>>9301002

Krieg Male Model 68a #271 was perplexed at her order, he was an officer, he did not take orders from the civilian populace, yet there was something in her voice. Something that made him get up and walk forward to the driver, hand stretched out. He did not know how to help, so he fumbled a grip on the man’s shoulder, as if to give support, as the man slumped together, collapsing onto Krieg Male Model 68a #271. It was still for what felt like an eternity before he stretched out a gloved hand to test the man’s pulse. None. He looked up at the teacher, her face even more filled with worry, although not directed at Krieg Male Model 68a #271 (something that somehow made him feel better), and slowly shook his head. In the back a child started crying.

Apart from the silent sobs and the occasional shuffle from the kids, the bus was silent. Krieg Male Model 68a #271 and the teacher were locked, looking at each other. Of some reason he didn’t understand it was as if the worry brought out a shade of brown in her eyes he had not seen before. “ive?” He shook his head, the teacher looked at him with wondering eyes. “I said, can’t you drive? We must get back.”

Krieg Male Model 68a #271 contemplated this, he did know how to steer a Chimera and other land-based vehicles, but he seldom had to, he had soldiers for that. And for a Lieutenant to take up such a task… it was not according to regulations. He looked around as he wondered, and as he did this he saw the girl that had tugged his sleeve look at him. In fact, the whole bus was watching him. He realized. The tiny citizens of the Emperor must reach the Drop-point! He sprung to attention, fixing his eyes behind gas-mask lenses on the beautiful teacher and snapped off a salute, before he laid the man down on the floor of the bus and took his place in the driver’s seat.

>>9301254

The steering mechanism was simple, similar to that of a Chimera, and after a couple of bumpy tries the ride went smoothly from then on. Krieg Male Model 68a #271 had studied the maps of the areas and had personally led marches in the area and soon found his way. He occasionally checked back on his passengers, who as the land around them changed from the maze of woodland to more recognizable outliers of the town cheered up more and more. He stopped by the local hospital to leave the driver at the Emergency ward, before he continued the trip back to the drop-point. As they were getting closer they even started singing an old song Krieg Male Model 68a #271 had never heard before, but he understood that the meaning was that they liked their driver of their vehicle.

They soon arrived at the school, where the families of the children waited, worried at the delay, and somewhat surprised to the see the shape of the Krieger in the driver’s seat. Nonetheless, he opened the doors, and the children promptly marched out, followed by their teacher, who quickly reassured the parents that all was ok, that they had a small accident on the road, but that it was solved now. She then turned back to face Krieg Male Model 68a #271 with something he had not seen her with before, a broad smile at her face.

“Thanks,” she said, brushing some hair out of her face. “Thanks for your help. And… and I’m sorry for how I looked at you earlier.”

Krieg Male Model 68a #271 smiled under his gas-mask and replied with a nod and a short salute. He then turned away hard left and started marching down his road. Now that he had completed one objective he still had his original one to accomplish.

>>9300345
>>9301002
>>9301254
>>9301409

So, part 1 done. If more is wanted I might oblige, with a return of the school, kids, and, of course, the teacher. Probably not tonight however, need some sleep sooner or later.