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[Prosperan Son]

" I wish we could have had our first meeting under better circumstances Commissar Verschlinger. But it appears the Emperor had other plans." Colonel Ohaji apologizes. He is forced to shout, trying to overcome the sound of the Salamander's treads crushing gravel and the engine going at full power. The road is bumpy, and all of the occupants are jostled back and forth by the rough motions.

He had only received his new commissioning three days ago, he had met his new regiment two days later. The Former Death Korp sits opposite of his new commanding officer,Colonel Kurad Ohaji of the 33rd Crimson Jaegars. Before either of them had the chance to have a proper introduction, word of a new War Front had arrived, and instead of meeting on the Jaegar's home world,Ionoa, they'd be forced to meet straight on the battlefield. Quite the first meeting.

[Armoured Priest]

Verschlinger only nodded in silent agreement, his silence a habit of Kriegers that he still held over. Other than the Death korps of krieg gasmask he wore, he had the normal commissar uniform completed with the black overcoat and red sash around his waist. At his waist where two holsters, one side holding a bolt pistol and on the other his plasma pistol. He held his power sabre infront of him, the sheathed tip on the ground while his gloved hands held it from the top on the pommel. If it wasn't for the volume of the engines and the grinding of the tracks, one would have heard the soft whine of servos as augmentic limbs compensated holding the saber in place during each and every bump and jostle of the scout vehical.

[Prosperan Son]

"Not the conversationalist type I'm guessing?" Ohaji guessed rhetorically. The Colonel examined the Commissar further, noting any particular features that may have stood out. There was not much, aside from the man's grim demeanor.

"I also wish your first time on Herona could have been much more pleasant. Never thought the war would reach this far." He noted, before rising from his seat and walking towards the drivers section, hoping to ask how long until they arrived.

[Armoured Priest]

He silently sighed as he reprimanded himself mentally. One of the first things he knew he was going have to change was how he interacted with the officers with this regiment. It was not going to be even remotely similar to fighting alone with his fellow Kriegers. This was going to be a long trip if the last few moments where any clue.

[Prosperan Son]

The Colonel returned to his seat, leaning back against the hull. He had his eyes closed, thinking to himself. He rested his hands behind his head as he did so." Command says that it's a new threat all together." He said. Trying to start another conversation with a topic that he assumed would at least peak the Krieger's interest.

[Prosperan Son]

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[Armoured Priest]

Verschlinger's Head perked up a little at what Colonel Ohaji mention, a brow raised in curiosity behind his gasmask. "How so?" he asked, loud enough to be heard over the noise of the personnel carrier. Before he was assigned his new post he only heard that heretic forces where here, but nothing specific.

[Prosperan Son]

"They didn't come from Trandasin. Nor anywhere outside of the system. They came from the the Veil. " The Colonel responded. Staring at the Commissar" Nothing's ever come out of the Veiled Region. No one goes in, no one comes out, and all of sudden these bastards come out in force, operating Imperial Vessels that were thought lost to the Warp. Broadcasting oathes to their malign gods."

[Armoured Priest]

With the whir of small servos, his hands resting on the pommel of his blade tighten at the thought of these heretics blathering their damnable dribble. "How much came to this planet?" He asked next. These traitors will face their due judgment, but he must focus on the task at hand.

[Prosperan Son]

"We've got no information on their numbers or anything really for that matter. As soon as they made planet fall, our communications for the most part went to hell. We suspect they've got some sort of jamming device. However, judging from ground scanners, there's at least 250,000 Ground troops alone preparing to make their way towards the Capital, Praxus." Ohaji shared what little he knew.

The situation was grim to say the least. An new unknown enemy, no previous contact, no communications.

[Armoured Priest]

"What forces do we have at the capital?" he asked next to the Colonel. With the information he was given so far, he was trying to form a general idea of what the situation is.