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Ragebeard takes an hour to perform the translation, and orders the Fleet into the warp. The warp trip over is actually quite surprisingly calm. Morty stands over Sung, ensuring he works as he's supposed to, upgrading the team's weaponry. Meanwhile, Ragebead begins combing the archives to see if there was anything Sung missed. He determines that the world provides Spess Mehreen initiates and guardsmen, the native Vikings proving to be loyal servants of the Emprah, and that it is advisable to prove one-self to them before they will negotiate. He also finds a large amount of trash information that he must sift through. Deleator has no jungles, dammit!

Arriving in orbit over Deleator, Velm performs an augur sweep, detecting multiple small villages and few large towns. Picking one at random, the Brotherhood embarks upon the Kirov, and descends into a Coniferous forest. Jumping into the Termite, the Brotherhood makes their way toward the large town, surrounded by a palisade. Upon reaching it, they disembark and begin negotiations.

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On the fringes of Segmentum Ultima, nearly 200 years ago, a loathsome, forested ball of ice called Ifalna was brought into compliance with the Imperial rule of Terra. Afterwards, it was largely forgotten.

During a routine stop to check the status of the worlds fledgling tithe accounts, the Departmento Munitorum discovered that Ifalna was in a state of most desperate crisis: the recently instated Planetary Defense Force had been crippled; nay, crushed and scattered by a hostile force that no one could scarcely have imagined even existed on the remote backwater planet.

You are among the unfortunate guardsmen who have been dispatched to this inglorious place.

>previously http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/18552828/


The planet has a 36 hour day cycle, most of it spent in darkness or murky twilight.

Over the past two day cycles, the men of your battalion have constructed a patrol base on the frigid tundra. It currently consists of a small network of trenches, covered by flak-resistant tarps and wooden support beams hacked from the indigenous trees. The trenches are heated by a several dozen portable heating units, networked to two large generators in the back of two of the Chimera vehicles your battalion possesses.

Rolls:

1 Commissar
1 Tech-Priest
20 Sergeants
194 Guardsmen
4 Chimera Transports (with crew)

Stats: (out of 100)

Combat Readiness: 22
Stamina: 22
Morale: 20
Purity: 29

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On the fringes of Segmentum Ultima, nearly 200 years ago, a loathsome, forested ball of ice called Ifalna was brought into compliance with the Imperial rule of Terra. Afterwards, it was largely forgotten.

During a routine stop to check the status of the worlds fledgling tithe accounts, the Departmento Munitorum discovered that Ifalna was in a state of most desperate crisis: the recently instated Planetary Defense Force had been crippled; nay, crushed and scattered by a hostile force that no one could scarcely have imagined even existed on the remote backwater planet.

You are one of the unfortunate guardsmen who has been dispatched to this inglorious place. In all, your numbers are 222.

1 Commissar
1 Tech-Priest
20 Sergeants
200 Guardsmen (with assorted weapons load-outs)

You are currently traveling in a column of 4 Chimera transports - much of your units gear is being transported by the vehicles, leaving little to no room for personnel transportation. Hence, most of the guardsmen drudge through the slushy 'road' left in the chimeras wake; with a fortunate few clinging to the sides of the tanks; some warming their hands by the heat of the exhaust vents.

The snow is hellish - falling in sheets so thick that you can't see the man in front of you most times. If it weren't for the dull grumble of the vehicles and the path plowed through the snow drifts by their relentless advance, no one would be able to keep direction at all.

Your orders are:

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ESTABLISH PATROL BASE AT GRID EV03040293 NO LATER THAN 3000

The planet has a 36 hour day cycle, most of it spent in darkness or murky twilight.



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