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Simona Hildenbrag

"I'll gut 'em with a butter knife if I have to, ma'am"

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a character in “Breaking the WAAAAAGH!”, as played by SK-Man

Description

Name: Simona Hildenbrag
Rank: Sergeant-Major
Age: 26 Terra Years
Former regiment 234th Regiment

Appearance
Standing 5’10’’, Simona has her red hair cut extremely short for a woman to prevent people from pulling it, and on top of that she also wears a red beret with the Aquila insignia. Unlike Captain Tira, Simona’s skin is pale, as it has rarely been exposed to the sun throughout her entire life and to her it is yet another appearance which differentiates her from the other high-classed officers.

Being a former ganger, Simona has a tribal tattoo across her hip that binds her amongst the many gangs and it also explains why she a few knife scars across her body.
Like any other member of the 234th Regiment, her uniform is sharp and her boots shiny enough to be used as a mirror. Her left eye has been replaced by a bionic eye due to a wound she took during a pirate boarding.

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Weapons
Simona is armed with the standard laspistol, lasgun bayonet and combat knife and she is also permitted to be armed with a maximum of 5 frag grenades. However through her service she as acquired ‘exceptional’ weapons, specifically referring to two demolition charges and a shotgun which she looted from a previous pirate ship.

Bio
Born in the lowest levels of the Scintilla Hive planet, Simona was born in a ganger family and naturally she became a member as well. Her whole life has revolved around the life of a criminal, stealing, fighting, dealing and so on; she would only hide whenever the Scintilla Arbiters would patrol through the streets of her neighbourhood, though otherwise she roamed freely with her gang’s territory.

She became street smart, she learned to fight dirty and how to quickly judge a fight. Running through confined spaces and crowds became a natural feature for her, and she twice took part of shoot offs between rival gangs.

Her luck eventually ran out when she was 20 Terra years. The Scintilla administration decided that it needed more soldiers for its regiments and thus ordered the arbiters to execute Operation #A-T677, which practically kidnaps citizens of the lowest class and forces them into the Scintillan Imperial Guard. Simona was one of the many people who was suddenly thrown into the trucks and send away for boot camp.

Simona found it extremely hard to adapt to the military life-style when she had grown up and lived in a criminal world, but the intense discipline and drilling eventually forced Simona’s horrible attitude out. Her ganger instincts and way of thinking never died however, and she made great use of these features.
Knife fights was already something she knew of, and she never bothered with actually fighting hand-to-hand according to the rulebooks.

She was eventually deployed as a grunt for boarding pirate ships which turned into her favour. Her many past experiences with close-quarter combat in the Scintilla streets were near similar to the hallway fights she got with pirates, and she found herself using her bayonet and knife more often than what her instructors had predicted.
During one of the boarding, a pirate hit a steam pipe which shot boiling hot steam into Simona’s left side of her face, blinding her eye and burning her skin. The medics were able to replace her eye with a bionic implant and have the worst of the boiled scars removed, though her eye is now forever another sign of how harsh life is amongst the Scintilla 234.

So begins...

Simona Hildenbrag's Story

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“Bloody stars,” Simona hissed as she looked down on her mud covered boots. “Gonna take a damn life time to get this shit off.”
“Keep cursing like that and it’ll take a life-time amongst the Sisters of Battle to redeem yourself,” Caroline threatened. She was possibly one of the more religious people that Simona had met in her life, and it had never really earned her any favor from Simona’s side; it was actually bordering open hostility between the two, only the higher officers were the unseen wall which kept the two women from fighting openly.

Choosing to ignore the woman, Simona continued to march with the rest of what was left of the 234th Regiment. Simona commanded a unit of close-quarter experts, handpicked for their skills and experience in crammed and tight spaces they were send to board ships and go to crucial facilities, such as the power generators, radars, anything which would pin the pirates. A vast majority of the members came from the Underhive, the lowest part of the Scintilla Hive, where everyone were but another servant for some high ranked noble or rich merchant, and also where most gangers formed and fought.

“What’s the matter, sergeant? Something’s got your tongue?” Caroline asked, adding a thick layer of mockery to her tone, though Simona only smiled and responded.
“You know, those xeno orks really like big mouths like you…Makes it easier for them to shove their thing down your throat.”
Caroline’s jaw dropped and her eyes were wide with anger. She was boiling with fury so much that she almost stopped in her march; Simona on the other hand was very satisfied with herself and the result of the comment. The muffled chuckles and well hidden smiles on the other women told her that she had won this verbal fight, and besides, who said that marches had to be boring and hard?

“Sergeant, the captain wants to speak with you,” a private called as she approached Simona.
“Coming right away. Keep working that mouth, Caroline,” Simona said, giving the final insult as she trotted away from the column, just hearing her respond bitch!. Simona trotted up towards the captain. Her backpack clinked and clanked with all the equipment in it, from rationed food to her two demolition charges and the stockless shotgun, as well as more power charges and shotgun shells.
“Sergeant-Major Hildenbrag reporting, ma’am,” Simona said as she gave a salute for her superior officer.

Simona stood perhaps an inch taller than Captain Briggs, both of the women were leanly built though aside from these similarities there weren’t much which the two held in common, in fact they appeared to be complete opposites. Where Tira was tanned in a highly attractive manner, Simona was pale in comparison. Tina was born amongst the nobles and educated while Simona was a ganger and practically illiterate save from the basic low-gothic. Tina’s face was perfectly free from any signs of combat while Simona had several clear scars from knife fights and the time when her left side of her face was scolded by boiling steam and her left eye replaced with a bionic eye.

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Simona listened intently as she was briefed on what she was to do, and a small grin crept up her face when the Captain finished, “Consider it done, ma’am.” She then saluted again, turned her heel and jogged back to her unit. “Alright ladies, move out of formation and follow me. Special orders from the Captain herself,” she called and immediately her twenty five soldiers moved out of the column and started to jog after their leader.

Simona held the jog at a good rough pace so they could quickly get ahead of the main body and then she had them slowed down to a fast paced march which would allow them to save energy when they arrived at Haven.

The journey itself was eventless, and the soldiers slowly began to fall out of formation and into a more clumped group of soldiers walking at a fast pace, Simona didn’t mind, she actually quite welcomed the semi-disordered formation as she felt it would allow them to dodge for cover quicker. Also, she was an Underhiver, so naturally such formation was not something you saw from anyone else but the arbiters of the government.

Every now and then she would bark for a good jog to start so they could continue to get ahead and keep the pace. The women stayed on the concrete road and gave the nearby trees and shrubberies a suspicious look as they passed them; nature was not something you saw when you grew up on a Hive world, unless you were born in the High Spires which practically none of the guardswomen had.

After what appeared to have been an hour of hard marching, they come across a sign. ‘Haven → 800 m’ Simona then ordered a final jog to cross the distance, and within a shirt while they came within sight of the 129th regiment’s camp, located in the city center of Haven. The entire center was filled with vehicles of all forms from tanks to sentinels to chimeras; she quickly looked around the center to see what building would possibly work best as a tactical headquarters.

There was a temple dedicated to the God-Emperor, a hotel, an array station, a library, a courthouse and of course the building of the local noble. She then led her unit of soldiers directly over to a group of a dirty mob of men, “Civilians, we’re the scouting party of the 234th Scintilla regiment.” Simona declared when she approached the men who appeared to be in the middle of a gambling event. “Let it be known that the local mansion is to be the headquarters for Captain Briggs of the 234th Scintilla regiment, whoever already lives there will have to move out at once. No arguing,” she added sternly.

She then turned and looked at the other men who were wandering between the machines and then asked, “I can see the symbols for the 129th Luggnum regiment…Have you seen their crew?” She asked looking at the men in front of her. Simona did her best to keep her disciplined posture, ignoring the stares from the other men around the city center.

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"What the frak is this?" Regias muttered through the cigar clenched in his teeth. Frankie had come back from his close call with a devastating vengeance. The LT slid over his twenty slugs to Clayton with a muttered, "Emperor's bowels."

Wiping his hands on his pants, Regias studied the local maps set before him. There were roads aplenty and pocket cities scattered throughout the terrain. If the orks gained a foot hold here, it could take years to rout them.

"LT?" One of the passing troopers, an unofficial cook, handed him a thermos of recaf. He had probably got his start in one of the many diners on Luggnum.

"Thank you, trooper." After pouring himself a cup the Lieutenant set the thermos on the table for the others. "Well, if it comes to foraging we'll be alright. Dates are in season, and apparently one of the major exports."

Regias noted with slight interest the possible destinations of the fleeing civilians. He rubbed his neck with a sigh. Sleeping in a sentinel sometimes left a lot to be desired. The camo netting kept the bugs away, and the open cockpit helped with the heat.

Noise from across the throng reached the table, officers and non-coms looking up with interest. Regias stood, stacking the maps haphazardly. The crowd parted, revealing a hardened Imperial Guardsman. Infantry. Imperial Guardswoman. "Frak. Me."

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One might suppose it would be hard to mistake guardsmen for the civilian population of any planet (other then Cadia) but such was not the case for today. The men of 129th had gone around in the town, collecting some clean cloths from those left behind by the fleeing civvies, new shirts mostly, to wearing while off duty, leaving the dirty uniforms for wearing on their tanks. Still, the gather tankers smiled widely, when women in fine uniforms appeared, announcing that they were taking over the captain's billet and wanting to know where the troopers of Luggnum 129th where. A number of laughs rang out, from back in the crowd, where they couldn't be singled out.

"Your lookin at the One-twenty-ninth sweetheart" came a voice, followed by another, "You looking for a date?!"

More laughter rang out, as did catcalls. One man, in the front ranks, rolled up the sleeve of the blue shirt he had found to wear. He was bigger then the officers, sitting on the other side of the square, having spend his years in the mines shoveling the rubble left behind from the drilling rigs. He flashed his teeth, as a tattoo with his rank (a corporal) and the regimental insignia of the armored regiment he was a part of it, appeared on his pale skin, the black ink standing out. He flexed, attempting to impress the women before him. It had been a long time since they had any women around, a bit of a dry spell.

"You might want to clear your taking that house with Captain Clayton, he might be pissed about you taking his billet and our headquarters."

The crowd of tankers parted, allowing the scouts to see across to the poker table. The boxing match in the center had come to a close and the two fighters separated. Henry stood up from the table, slowly and flipped over his cards. The others, who weren't watching the table any more, missed as he swept up all the slugs and pocketed them.

"So long as your not frakking an enlisted Regias" the captain chuckled, patting the Lieutenant on the shoulder, before walking across the square.

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Simona gave a heavy sigh, it had been far too long since she have had such contact with men, and their cat calling, whistling and their immature show offs was something she hadn’t really missed. Yet despite the yahooing and the calling, she maintained her strict posture, occasionally shutting her one good eye in annoyance as the men tried to get her attention, “I don’t care how upset your captain will be, the mansion belongs to the 234th Regiment till my captain says otherwise, or are you going to stop me?”

Simona cast a baleful look at the men surrounding her and her unit, they weren’t intimidated. Just what she needed, a bunch of men who thought that women would just fall into their arms and do what they demanded; she was the last person to commit to such a relationship, actually she saw it as being lowered below the status of an Imperial slave. At least slaves could cheat the system; wives couldn’t cheat the system when dealing with such men.
“Me and my soldiers will be claiming headquarters and barracks for the 234th regiment. If you have any objections you can either shove it up yours, or tell your captain.” Simona narrowed her one eye as she looked at the man who crossed the square, her finger tapping the side of her lasgun.

Her soldiers could sense the tension from their leader. A few placed the stock against the shoulder so they could quickly get a steady aim if things got ugly, while others clenched their hands into fists and ensured their footing. Simona knew she had but to say the word and the women would jump the men, but not now…Not now.

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"Tell me what?"

Henry came to a stop at the front of the assembled tankers. Reaching in the pocket of his jacket (he was one of the few still in complete uniform, including the leather cap), he pulled out a half empty carton of itho sticks and pulled one out. Sticking it between his lips, he turned to a solider, who by the smell, had been bathing in promethium. The commander of the regiment's Artemia pattern hellhound, a twitchy pyromaniac with sergeant's strips and unable to control the urge to modify his tank into an unstable metal beast of fire, pulled out a lighter and flicked the wheel. A large flame appeared, lighting the captain's smoke.

Taking a second and his first puff, Captain Clayton studied the women standing in front of him, some of them looking ready to start shooting. The second thing he noticed (the first being the fact that they were all women), was the condition of their uniforms. Everything from tunic to trousers to the kepi, looked like they had just been issued, everything still stiff and starched. It was as if this girls had been dressed up in uniform and told to walk out here, just a day or so ago. He was not impressed by raw recruits or if they weren't that, toy soldiers, who had spent more time in the parade ground, then the battle field.

He almost smiled. The 129th Luggnum had never looked that shiny. Oh sure, at the founding, the tanks all had nice coats of paint, their uniforms were new and the men scrubbed but everything had dirt and dust on it, somewhere. With earth rising in dirt clouds from the mines and soot from the refineries, nothing remained clean for long, unless it was inside the mine boss's personal offices and homes. In two years, the tanks were scarred and repainted a few times. The uniforms got stained and torn in places, soaking up the smells of grease, smoke and sweat. Men became dirty again but washed now and then.

"Your unit not salute officers" asked Henry, in a mild, almost joking tone, "Name, rank and regiment soldier, if you would."

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Simona felt herself pinching her own skin just to maintain posture, and not to step forward and give the captain a hard punch across his jaw. As enjoyable as it would have been, the consequences could easily blow out of proportion; there’d be no way her and her squad would be able to fight tanks and sentinels.
If I would…Yeah, right you bastard, I’d rather let you keep guessing, Simona thought as she was requested to present herself. “I’ll take that as an order,” Simona said and then quickly gave the Aquila. “Sergeant-Major Simona Hildenbrag, third boarding unit of the 234th Scintilla regiment, sir,” she said venomously and then added, “Under the direct orders of Captain Tira Briggs, the local nobleman’s mansion is to be handed over to the 234th regiment. If you got question I strongly recommend you wait till my captain is here, till then I’d also advice that you comply with her orders.”

By now the other soldiers had lowered their weapons, though they still looked at the men with hostility. “So, captain, will there be any problems regarding these orders? In case I forgot tell you I was given the liberty to enforce these orders with whatever non-lethal force I deemed necessary.” Simona couldn't help but to show a triumphant smirk when she delivered the news. If the man wouldn't get scared of it, she was then certain that he'd back away.

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234th Scintilla regiment? Henry's eyebrow twitched. This was the regiment they were suppose to be combining with? He didn't see a single male face in the lot of smartly uniformed infantry and he highly doubted this Captain Tira Briggs, would have pulled just women out to scout. By the Golden Throne of Holy Terra, what were they to do with a bunch of female crunchies and all looking like barracks rats to boot? While they might have the ability to make the nights more pleasant, it would be a major distraction, if the tankers were thinking about ass instead of fighting in the Emperor's name. It would have been better if the Munitorum just assigned a herd of Grox to the regiment. At least his boys could eat those.

"Now you see Sergeant-Major" said Captain Clayton, after a moment and a second puff of his Itho stick, "There are problems here. Firstly, that mansion has already been claimed as my regimental headquarters and as you can plainly see, the 129th Luggnum was here before you, we get first picks. The second being, I don't answer to Captain Briggs. You can have the hotel for the Two-thirty-fourth's headquarters if you want but Captain Brigg's orders don't carry much weight with me."

There was a soft but collective groan from behind him. A bunch of his boys taken over the suites in that building but losing those roomy accommodations, was much better then losing their headquarters. They also seemed to crowd around their captain. A bunch of girls, threatening their officer with non-lethal force, was not intimidating. Not when they had survived mine raids, which could be lethal. Not when they had survived rebels trying to slit their throats at night and ambushing them during the day. Not when they had survived fighting chaos armor and cultists trying to sacrifice them to dark gods.

"And theres a third problem" Henry added with a smile around his smoke, "We don't take orders from a bunch of girls, dressed up like toy soldiers."

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Simona blinked a few times after Henry had finished talking, and then it hit her, Toy soldiers…Girls…Who the frack is thi- Simona stopped thinking and acted. Her fist flew out and landed square on Henry’s jaw, followed by a second hit to shoulder and then a third attempt to beat the pulp out of him; her unit acted on instincts, some dropped their weapons and flew headfirst into the men while others used their weapon stocks to beat the men.

Whatever the case it was obvious that the women lacked the brute strength of the men, though the Underhive ferocity and sheer killer instinct they all had was enough to give the men a proper match. Rough hands seized Simona by her uniform and threw her to the ground, temporarily rolling across the hard ground before she was back on her feet and gave a savage kick between another man’s groin.

All around her men and women screamed and roared as blows, kicks and even bites were exchanged. The women didn’t play fair and the men quickly adopted, turning the whole incident into an ugly fight of teeth and nails (quite literally). Simona could taste blood in her mouth and the vision from her bionic eye was starting to become more vague, though if she cared she certainly showed it by giving a heabutt, causing an audible sound of a man’s nose breaking.

With one man down another stepped in to take his place, “Piss off!” she screamed as she jumped at the man, hitting, kicking, biting and spitting at him. She was more interested in getting back and fighting with the so-called Captain of the 129th, although those aims quickly disappeared when she got a air ripping punch to the stomach.

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Henry tasted blood. The inside of his lip had been sliced on his own teeth, when the Sergeant-Major had hit him. It had been a shock to his system, sure his regiment might be rude and get in your face but they didn't hit superior officers! Emperor's Bowels, he had been so caught off guard, that she had knocked him off his feet with a second punch. Snarling, he scrambled back to his feet, only to find himself in the middle of a general melee. Tankers, had the upper hand, with around two hundred of them left in the regiment, they out numbered the women almost eight to one. Not everyone was in the brawl, more then a score were sitting on their tanks. The twitchy sergeant, had pulled his driver and gunner out of the fight and even now loped towards his hellhound, one of two left in the regiment. If this was a scouting party, when was the rest of them suppose to arrive and what would happen when they did? Maybe the gunning of the flame tank's engine could cool things off and if not, they'd be ready for a proper fight.

The captain of the 129th scanning the chaotic mass of men and women. Members of both genders lay on the ground, stunned from hard blows or pinned down. Something caught in the corner of his eye, a women with a augmented eye. The Sergeant-Major and she was losing to the corporal who had flexed for her earlier. He smiled with satisfaction, teeth showing red, as she doubled over from a gut punch. He had a chance now, to get even on some level, before he tried to sort everything out. Pushing two men and women out of his way, Clayton ran forwards (the best he could in the mass) and with a glee unmeasurable, struck out with his foot. Booted heel connected with 234th Scintilla non-commissioned backside, as the voice of Lieutenant Telemachus reached his ears. Turning, he dodged back through the melee, until he found himself standing next to the tall man.

"Crazy bitches" said Henry, reaching under his right shoulder for the grip of his snubgun, "Tried to take over our headquarters and when I told them no, one of them slugged me."

Drawing the weapon, in the pool of calm around the hellhound commander, Captain Clayton held the revolver high, pointing into the sky. The weapon barked, as he pulled the trigger twice.

"Enough!" He shouted.

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When the gun shots were fired people threw themselves to the ground or ducked for cover, in Simona’s case it worked as a perfect temporary distraction from the bulky man who got a well hammered punch into his most sensitive body-part which made him topple over.
She then stood up and got the worst of her uniform back in place as she saluted Captain Briggs when she approached. Her uniform had been torn in places and a few bottoms had been ripped off, could have been far worse so she considered herself darn blessed…Well, at least till she noticed the tiny blood stains on her sleeves. Bloody stars, that’ll never come off!

She nodded to her orders though she didn’t immediately jump to do them, she waited till the Captain was finished talking with the rag-tag leader and then approached the man, “You called it. One, nil,” she said with a wide smirk on her face and then marched off to get her lost beret and get to work.

Simona gathered her unit and evaluated the damages they had suffered during the skirmish; a few were sent the medics’ way while the rest were to stay and clean up the worst of the mess in the square. While the women had gotten beaten rather badly they still felt victorious, the men’s captain had made the call for the fight to end and they saw that as a sign that he had thrown the towel in the ring, that and the fact that they had been fighting fair (meaning no knife stabbing, strangling, hijacking vehicles and driving anyone down) only boosted their morale.

When they finished Simona ordered her unit into their new HQ and then went to see a medic. Her bionic eye was showing signs that it needed to get tuned and while it wasn’t a medic’s expertise, it was still worth a shot.

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Simona yelped as the sudden electrocution, “Fracking cun-” she stopped herself though she was clearly in pain. The medic was not a mechanic that much had been established, and the result had been a terrible electrocution because she had pressed the wrong button combination and perhaps worsened the condition of her bionic eye.
“Alright, sergeant, lets be honest I can’t help you with this one, we need either a tech priest or a mechanic to look at the eye and so far I can only see the latter being a possibility.”
“Oh yeah. First I kick their captain’s ass then I go and ask for their help, you know while I’m at it, shouldn’t I just offer them roses and kisses?” Simona responded with thick sarcasm.
“Could be worth a try.”
Simona looked at the woman and then said, “You have some of the worst humors, have I ever told you that?”
“About a dozen times while in service, yes.”
“And the driest?”
“Twice as many times.”

Simona sighed and left, still holding a hand to her head as it banged with a murderous headache. She drank loads of water to help with the headache and took the liberty to wash the blood off her face and take a look at her uniform; her white gloves had clear blood stains and her sleeves had a few red dots here and there. She’d need a completely new uniform if she wanted to look as immaculate as before though, to be quite honest, any administration office would be a good hundred light years away from here.
“Sergeant Hildenbrag,” another sergeant called as she approached Simona. “Captain wants a personal report of what happened before she showed up.”
Simona gave a quick salute and then left for the Captain’s new office.

She knocked on the door, gave a respectful salute before she entered. “Sergeant-Major Hildenbrag reporting, ma’am. I understand that you want a report of what happened before your arrival, captain,” Simona started.
“Well…When we arrived, I didn’t realize exactly how greased the 129th uniforms were, so I assumed that they were civilians and informed them of your orders. Erm, afterward I learned who they were and, erm, I maintained discipline while they…Whistled and cat called at us.”
Simona was doing her best to get to the point, though she had always felt uncomfortable with the strictness of actually giving a verbal report, it was mainly due to her education and experience in the Underhive which caused it.

“Their captain presented himself, and I didn’t immediately respond with the…Correct military standards. By then it was getting a lot more tense between my unit and the 129th…I told him directly of your orders and that negotiations could wait till you had arrived, and gave him notion of your orders of use of force. The captain didn’t like the orders and gave me attitude, called me and my unit toy soldiers and girls, and with all due respect ma’am-” Simona’s temper was getting the better of her-“even a coal mining twat like him should be able to see that we’re not. What the frack did he think I lost my eye for?”

Simona quickly realized that she was showing too much attitude in front of her superior officer and regained her posture, “Sorry ma’am…I got a bit upset there. Uhm, after that, then…Well…I boiled over. Wacked the 129th captain right in his head, and gave him a hit or two more…After that it became a free for all, but don’t worry we maintained discipline,” Simona quickly assured as she brought her hands up defensively. “No knives or shooting…Just kicking and biting and scratching…and pulling and…” She stopped right flat; those who didn’t know the life in the Underhive wouldn’t understand that a ‘fair fight’ only meant using the body, not broken pieces of glass, knives, bats, etc. and Simona wasn’t going to start betting that Captain Briggs would understand completely.

Simona then swallowed and asked a question which had been on her mind for a while, "Captain, supposing that I' live through this, will I be handed over to the commissariat for punishment?" She silently prayed that it wouldn't end like that, she valued her life too much to simply submit and die like that, and partially because she wanted to die with at least some more dignity than a lasgun shot to the head.

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Tira Briggs

Tira glanced up and returned the salute with the same pristine efficiency that only the 234th could. The sergeant appeared a little worse for wear. The fight had looked like a good one, she was no Techpriest, thank the Emperor for that, but it appeared like her grotesque eye was somewhat damaged. Her short red hair was sticking out from underneath her hat, but it only gave her a more feral appearance which was good. Her usually spotless uniform had a few bloodstains on it, but that was fine. She could roll in the mud and still be closer to regulation then these cog lovers.

Tira nodded as Hildenbrag gave her retelling of the story. It met with pretty much what the reports had said. She wasn’t quite sure how a fist fight worked out, but she felt confident Hildenbrag did as she said. Usually, when it came to close quarters, Tira just swung her chainsword. It got the job done faster, and it was hard for them to throw a punch when they lacked an elbow to do it. Still, A coal mining twat… that wasn’t a bad one. It seems those who lived in the tunnels of the Hive City were gifted in the art of insulting.

Tira smiled to reassure the Sergeant, “No, you won’t be turned over to the Commissariat. If we were to get a Commissar he will most likely shoot Henry and me, in order to restore order through the use of fear. I doubt Captain Clayton will be the kind of man who allows another person to do their fighting for him. No, I believe he will try to get his vengeance personally instead of going to someone else with his tail stuck firmly between his legs. He might even just dislike you and forget about you in order to get back at me. In which, he needs all the luck in the universe.”

Tira gave a soft hmm as she gave a last look over on the map, “Do not mind them Sergeant. All men believe themselves to be right even when they are wrong. Even though they are just smelly, small-cocked men who hide in metal boxes as the real Guard fight and die in the trenches, they will always believe us to be the toy soldiers even when we are fighting Orks with knives and bayonets.” She explained circling a position near the nearby bluffs, “In fact, their captain is right now barricaded in my quarters. Either he is getting things that belong to him, or simply throwing a tantrum. Probably both.”

Pausing, she looked up to the sergeant capturing her deep hazel eyes, “Just remember one thing Sergeant, not all fights are won by who screams the loudest and throws the punches.”

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“Ma’am, I think that’s one of the reasons as for why you’re the Captain and I’m a Sergeant-Major,” Simona commented on the last thing Tira said. Simona would let the captain play her noble games with the officers, honestly Simona wouldn’t know when she did or didn’t so it wouldn’t matter to her.
She did feel relieved that she wouldn’t be handed over to the commissariat, those bastards only thought about execution, flocking and what not. Last thing she needed was a wanking tattle-tale to hand her over to a killing machine.

“Well, I take it since you haven’t ordered a grenade thrown into your room that you will endure some of the piss he’ll throw around, but enough about those slime bags, I have a question, Captain. I’m not a commander like you, but since this town is surrounded by this sickly greenery, we need some form of defenses and alarms; usually that’s what we did back in Scintilla when we didn’t want intruders, use some string and a few cans and then we had an alarm system when someone walked into them. Though that was a concrete forest, not an actual-” Simona nodded towards the nature outside the window.
“You think trenches, mines or even just a wooden wall will help?” Simona asked. “Could make those boys do something useful rather than sit around and horseplay all day. After all, they’re miners so they know how to handle a shovel at least.”

Simona looked at the captain for orders, though she knew that this conversation had been more than just a briefing report. It had also been a warning that Simona should keep an eye on her back if that captain twat was getting closer to her; it was because of revenge…All things considered, she was feeling more at home like this. Men who could rape you, the chance of something blowing up and the likelihood of a shoot-off around the corner, hell it was like the Underhive again!

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Tira Briggs

"I have been considering the same." Tira replied to the comment on defenses, she indicated to the map stretched out before her, "We have some problems though." She admitted moving to point at the town, "We have no heavy weapons, so the only ones who can help us there is the Tanks. If we build a wall, which I have no doubt we could get up by tomorrow night, we would cut off the tanks line of sight. They cannot climb a wall like we can and this town is too level for them to be able to fire over." She explained gazing at the different positions and giving a soft hmm every now and then.

"Sadly, I will have to speak to Captain Clayton about his tank placements." Tira continued, "We, on the other hand, have only came with what we carried, and to my knowledge mines are not a standard equipment." She sighed showing her disappointment. Pausing once more, she tapped her chin thoughtful, "We will build two rings of trenches in order to have a point to fall back in. We cannot afford to get tangled in melee with the Orks." She said.

She pointed towards the map drawing a circle with her finger, "The outer ring will encompass this large bluff that will allow the tanks to fire down and cover us. We will need them sadly. If we had some heavy weapons, we could hold it our selves..." Tira admitted. It was a shame... but they would need the cog lovers for now. She paused considering the map and waved the sergeant forward, "I will command 2nd company in the outer ring when the times comes. It should not take long for the Orks to realize we are here, but we can not move until we get more supplies."

She walked around the table and drew another ring this one closer to the town, "You will command 1st company in the inner ring." Tira Informed her. "I know there are lieutenants here who can take over this job, but they need to concentrate on their own platoons, so you will hand over your command to another in your squad. This is a field promotion to First Lieutenant, I doubt this promotion will hold after this war, but for now, it is the rank from which you command. Unofficially, you are going to help me by leading First Company, I can not be in two places at once."

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Simona nodded, she wouldn’t doubt the captain’s judgment as she had been educated in military tactics and when to use what, “No…Unfortunately we don’t have any heavy weapons,” Simona sighed and then realized what she kept in her bag. Normally when she’d board pirate ships she would take some time after the battle, and sometimes she’d find the weapon storage room which was worth more than the treasures of the pirates. Explosives, exotic weapons, even xeno swords and knives could be found in there!

Simona would always take the Imperial weapons she would find and then sell them to the occasional ratlings and dealers she came across, though some she had kept for herself, and most specifically was the two demolition charges she had gotten her hands on. “Well, yes, captain, mines aren’t standard, but, erm, you know-” Simona started off, and then she became uncertain for how she should spit it out. “I’ve got two demolition charges in my bag,” she then quickly said and went on to explain, “I found them after I completed one of my boarding missions, I thought it would be a nice souvenir. Though in this case, I suppose we could use it as mines or even to collapse buildings down on the xenos.”

“Also, yes it is unfortunate that we can’t have two of you. I’m certain the glock loving captain would love such company. I’ll be sure to select a new sergeant amongst my unit and have the 1st company informed of my new position, but may I come with a new suggestion. If we are to have a secondary trench line I’d recommend that we do this,” Simona drew a few straight lined between the outer and the inner circle. “A clear path so we have a line of fire while you fall back. I know when I fought against the T-Nekx gangers we always had a clear agreement which side to use when we fell back, otherwise we risk shooting out own, that and not everyone is as fast for running as you might be, ma’am. With all due respect, captain, but some of the soldiers are made for fighting in tunnels and narrow corridors, nor the open field; that’s why they became boarding units in the first place.”
Simona looked at the captain and waited for her response. She knew the line of command was suppose to be followed strictly, but it wasn’t Simona’s nature, she preferred to be blunt and straight to the face when it came to such matters. From her experience with the captain, she had been open to constructive criticism and suggestions, but undermining her authority was just asking for hell of a life, but then again, she couldn’t keep four hundred soldiers in tip top shape all the time.

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Tira snapped her eyes up at the demolition charges with approving eyes, "Well done lieutenant.", she paused considering what to use it for, while you very well could use them to destroy buildings to block off routes, destroy enemy armor, bring a building down on top of them, or use them as mines, but they were too valuable to them at the moment to make a hasty decision. "No, keep a hold of those, I have a feeling we will be needing them before this war is at an end." The orks were endless, there was only two demolition charges. She would not waste this valuable resource.

The thought of two of her making the cog-lover's life miserable brought a unsoldierlike giggle, that she quickly covered with a cough, but her attention was grabbed by the sergeants new suggestion, and it made sense. Damn shame Tira had not come up with it herself, but it was a good plan, and it helped morale if she was known to be open to suggestions, which she had made a point in her career to be open to such. "That is a good idea." She said with a soft hmm still considering it. The extra lines would have to be built after the outer trench. They could probably get the outer trench dug in a about two days, and the inner trench that was far smaller would only take a day or so.

"Well, Lieutenant Hildenbrag, inform the other lieutenants of the plan, I want work on the inner ring to begin tomorrow morning as soon as the sun rises. The Orks will notice we are here soon, and I do not want to be caught with our pants down. Emperor knows someone has to be on guard, and I am not willing to trust the Cog-Lovers to do their part." Tira complained. Truly, she would have to face the Captain sooner or later, and it was better sooner, so she could finalize the defense plans.

"Private." Tira called and not a second later a women came in snapping salute, "Yes Captain?" she asked, Tira tapped her fingers on the table, "Is Captain Clayton still here?"

"Yes, Ma'am." The Private responded stifle wondering if the Captain had finally grown tired of the tantrum, Tira smiled relieved, "Good, inform him that I wish to speak to him on the plans when he is finished with whatever it is he is doing." The private nodded and turned on her heel to follow orders. Tira had passed the ball into his court, she had extended a hand now it was time to see which of them was going to be the childish one.

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Henry smiled, as his folded the last of the banners, a large piece of bright yellow silk, with a pair of horizontal green strips and some sort of red lizard in the middle. The words, Tenth Scytales, were written across the top of the colors, which had once belonged to a rebel armor regiments, before the 129th had smashed into them, destroying their warmachines and capturing the flag. His anger had faded somewhat, as he gently removed the trophies from the walls and turned them into a easy to carry stack. Of course, that didn't mean that he was going to forget or forgive today's insults. No, not yet and he was not going to be in the mood for whatever bullshit the stuck-up bitches were going to pull, when he tried to leave the bedroom.

Glancing around the room, that tank captain, slung a small bag over his shoulder, the sides bulging from poorly packed cloths and other items from his kit, looking like it was a hurried afterthought, when compared with the neat stack of silks. With a great deal of care, he gently lifted the banners from the bed and drew in a deep breath, before strolling over to the door. Shifting the load to rest on his left forearm, he pulled the bolt and yanked the door open, revealing a private from the 234th, hand raised to knock. For a second, they just stared at each other before she blinked and snapped a smart saluted. His glare over the top of the stack, for thats what his face as set into, relaxed just a little, as he returned the gesture, all be it, more sloppily.

"Captain Briggs wants to see you Captain" the private rattled off.

For a moment, Clayton considered his options. The first and foremost of his thoughts, were to send the soldier off with a rude message to deliver to Captain Briggs. Something along the lines of; "yours tits are too small for me to take interest in you." While that did bring a smile to his inner self and a internal chuckle, he suspected thats just that the bitch wanted and he wasn't going to give it to her. So that left going to see her about whatever girly thing she wanted, which might be seen negatively, like a beaten dog coming to heel. A lose/lose if he ever saw one. The best thing, might be to go see her, hear what she wanted and then tell her to go frak herself.

"Does she" growled Henry, "Well lead the way Private."

Following the woman, the captain stepped carefully. Not that he really care, if he bumped into any of the toy soldiers, now swarming and infesting his billet but he had the banners to think about. He need to keep those from being soiled by their unworthy touch. So he stepped carefully, making sure lean or twist when he had too, to avoid contact with anyone. That was, until he was shown into what had been the nobleman's parlor, with it's large, main table. There was Captain Briggs, that damnable sergeant (he was going to file charges, damn Briggs if he wasn't) and his map.

"Whata ya want?"

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Simona gave herself a small self-satisfied smile when she was given the approval of the Captain for her looting; she had never expected to meet the approval of any officer if they found out. She could tell that the captain was more concentrated on the battle around the trenches, but in Simona’s mind her concern was when the xenos closed onto the inner trenches or if they were pushed back into the city, what would they do? Well, thankfully she had learned how the Underhive gangers booby trapped their most treasured turf, and at the moment Simona saw this city as her turf.

She turned as the can-loving captain of the 129th entered the room and gave him a salute, clearly he still held a grudge against her and captain Briggs, though when the 129th captain had finished talking, she couldn’t help but to show an obvious smirk on her face. “So much for upholding the chain of command, eh? I didn’t hear a captain or ma’am, sir,” she said mockingly.
“Captain Briggs, please excuse me, I need to inform the other lieutenants about your plans and bring you those bombs,” she gave a final salute to the captains and then left the room and marched through the HQ towards the other commanding officers. They would all have a lot of work to do by tomorrow so they’d have to encourage some sleep for the soldiers.

Explaining the captain’s plan to the other lieutenants and sergeants wasn’t hard. They all had their faith in their captain to know what was best to do though Simona had taken the liberty to add in a few adjustments here and there; for while the Captain had a clear idea of how to hold the city using the trenches she had overlooked what could happen if they had to fall back into the city. So, knowing how the gangers would have done it, Simona explained that they would need to prepare booby traps for the xenos; a bucket filled with gunpowder and loads of small bitz (coins, keys, nails, anything small and hard) could easily create a grapeshot bomb but they’d require some engineering from either a mechanic from the 129th, or a Tech Priest, and so far it was only the first which they had available.

With a quick promotion within her unit and orders for a soldier to bring the demolition bombs to the captain, Simona selected a handful of soldiers and marched out of the HQ and towards the 129th camp.
Simona spotted a group of men talking and directed the group of women towards them, saluting when she stood before them, “Gentlemen. You’ll be informed eventually, but Captain Briggs of the 234th plans on building trenches around this city to hold off the orks. However, should the trenches fail we will have no further defenses within the city, so I’m gathering a team that will be building grapeshot bombs. Buckets filled with coins, nails, keys, or anything else that’s small and can kill and maim.” Simona surveyed the men, seeing if they had any interest. “I need men with mechanical knowledge, so who’ll volunteer for this?”

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Tira Briggs

Tira concealed her smile at lieutenant Hildenbrags comments. While it would have been nice for the good captain to at least pretend he was a soldier or at the very least, intelligent, but as he was blocked from view by a vast amount of old banners, she decided it was an improvement of looks. At least now she did not have to see the disgusting excuse for a uniform. She kept her silence only nodding her head as Hildenbrag made her getaway as if trying to beat the inevitable comeback by the Captain, although given his thought ability, a simple frak off would probably have been the worst.

Tira tapped her chin lightly considering how to go into this. She was grateful he had decided to come as it saved some frustration later, but now she had to proceed... delicately, or he would throw another tantrum and stalk off, and they would be stuck in the same place they were before. Well, she supposed it would be best to simply get technical with the defenses and see if he gave a damn or not. Tira traced the lines with her finger showing the two trenches and the causeways connecting them.

"Tomorrow morning, we will begin construction on two trenches and a series of small causeways to allow for a line of retreat." Tira said which was the general gist of what they were doing, "If the Orks break through, we are legging it, and while I have faith in my guardswomen to hold the line, we lack heavy weaponry." She said evenly. She did not say they had zip encase it got ugly between them, so if he believed they had only a little it would benefit them until a temporary treaty could be formed.

"So, Captain Clayton. I would like your assistance in placing your tanks. I have little experience with tanks, so your input would be appreciated." Tira said, and pointed to a large bluff in between the two trenches, "This bluff will be secured, and from what this map indicates, it will be easily accessible to your tanks. So Captain, what do you think?"