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*reaches in his pocket and hands shaso a small medal*
It's the only thing I have that isn't a weapon, an explosive, or a direct part of my equipment. I don't remember what I got it for.
*looks troubled*

*Relaxes on a couch*
I'm so glad there wasn't any action today. I would not have been able to handle it.

I'd consider the acid-spitting worm in the shower action. Wouldn't you?

That was like, level 1. Terrifying, but not as bad as some other events.

[Looks at medal] ...Ah. ..It's probably for the best.
I remember what mine are for, wish I didn't.

[Pulls out a brass bolt shell medal]
I got five of these things. They're a Commissariat award for successfully rallying a squad via multiple executions in order to turn a battle.

It's heavy. [Looks at medal] [Tosses it and catches it in one hand] ...We are not a good bunch of people.

*looks at the medal again*
I can't read high gothic so I have no idea what this says.

Do you want to? [Rubs neck]

The Commissariat are seeming to be a group of people designed to be terrible and irredeemable for the sake of sheer darkness, aren't they?

*rubs his neck*
I don't know, it could be a medal for digging the best latrine for all I Know, or for bravery under fire.
*to Verviedi*
Can you read this?

It's a posthumous award for a successful campaign.
It's yours, but quite how, I'm unsure.

[Looks at Verviedi] The idea is that by wearing the medal, soldiers know that you're not going to give them any leeway. In theory.
I keep them because it's all that's left of the poor bastards I shot, someone should remember.

I don't see the reason for rewarding someone for that. Then again, I haven't had reason to have to execute any of my own men. I don't like executions. Not when I'm thinking straight, anyway.

*shakes head*

I think that Dark Eldar meat has been getting to me too much. I'll have to ration it, or cut it out my diet entirely.

Sorry, wrong medal.
*pulls out a different one*
The first one was actually my brother's, according to the little paper that came with it. When he died they gave it to me. I have no idea what mine is for though.

It's not a reward, it's a warning for those around us. [Looks uncomfortable] If you saw a commissar with that on his lapel, you knew he wasn't going to hesitate to shoot you for desertion.

[Looks at WK's medal] [Goes pale] N-no idea. None at all. I think I have somewhere to be.

What's wrong with you.
*steps right next to BC*
Why do you look so pale commissar? Why are you shaking like a leaf?

*Hears BC's explanation*
You are a truly good person.
*Noticed WK's medal*
...Oh no.

[Shakes head] I said I d-don't know. [Looks around for somewhere to go]

*cocks head at people freaking out about the medal*

I don't see the problem. It's just a medal. What he do, bomb a planet?

*turns to WK*

You didn't bomb any planets, did you?

I have no idea, I got amnesia sometime when I was in Commoragh, I have no idea what I did and these two nitwits
*points to BC and Verviedi*
Won't tell me what I did, and I can't read High Gothic.

Of all the languages I've learned throughout my lifetime, High Gothic wasn't one I've been able to learn. I could tell you something in Fenresian, Nocturnian, T'au, orkish, the list goes on, but not High Gothic.

That's a medal for tasks performed in the service of the Inquisition. When they requisition a guard unit. Specifically during a particularly unpleasant campaign that was- [Stops talking and finds sudden interest in shirt buttons]

*walks over to BC*

You want to finish that sentence? I'm not going to lay a finger on you, or use any psychic abilities to harm you. I just want to know what exactly he *points to WK* did. Especially if it has to do with the Inquisition.

*looks completely lost as he stares at the medal, then at his hands*
*almost deadpan*
What did I do?

They needed an Exterminatus.
Shipping and ammunition costs of Exterminatus grade weaponry was too expensive.
What they did have was seventy regiments of Guardsmen. The Guard went into each major city...

*gets up and walks out of the Room in complete silence*
Don't follow me. I need to work through some things.
*followed out by worried looking Succubus*

Look, give me a moment. [Walks off to bookcase and comes back with two large star charts of the sector]

[Unrolls first across half of the dining table] This is from before the campaign.
[Unrolls second] This is the modern copy.

[Points with one hand to where a small solar system exists on the first map, and a noticeable single star sits in an asteroid belt on the second]

The first deployment was to integrate into the imperium. The natives were... Not receptive.
Exactly what happened after that point I'm unsure. That was forty standard years ago, technically before my time.

Ooc: Ha, I'm such a slow typer on my iPhone, but it looks like we filled in two points of the same idea.

*nearly knocked over by the Guardsman as he walks out of the Room*
So, what's going on here fellas?

I think we just sent someone to bring down the Inquisition.
Status update: Body is mostly working fine. Still have some stress testing to do, but I indeed have a working liver. No inteusive thoughts lately.
OOC: I basically just thought "Hey, what's the most horrible thing I could possibly put down?" Yours is definitely more ominous.

*begins examining Verviedi and poking him in a few places with medical tools*
Yep, assuming you don't die horribly in the next 10 minutes I can call my first cloning a smashing success. I'm working on cloning internal organs now.

[Rolls up maps and stashes them] Don't wanna upset him if he comes back.

[Shuffles off to try and sleep inside butter tank bedroom]

*raps a fist against his chest in salute to WK*

Hello, Ultramarine. Haven't seen you here for awhile. I trust that your business elsewhere has been successful?