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I need to update the OP, I'm so sorry.

A little piece of cadet life (apologies if you don't get a name check, it is only brief)

Co-operation
"-wouldn't you agree, Commissar Yorke?" Commissar Delano looked at him expectantly with a piercing gaze as he returned from the meandering trail of thought.
Probably not, thought Cat tiredly and struggled to quickly discern the root of the question without appearing inattentive.
Behind Delano, Cadet Morriam caught Cat's eye and grinned lopsidedly, sympathetic to one who had let their mind wander during a dry lecture.
"Absolutely." murmured Cat, as he gave up the attempt.
Turning back to the row of cadets, Delano neatly placed her hands together, "Alright, you heard him; get to it!"

"You have no idea what you just agreed to, do you." she sighed without looking at him.
"In all honesty, no. I got a vox midway through and had to listen." the tired veteran lied smoothly to avoid hurting the young commissar's pride.
Delano tilted her head, seemingly mollified for the time being, "I asked them to scrub down the barracks as an exercise in cooperation."
"Cooperation?" he repeated confusedly.
"There's only one cleaning utensil or bucket per two cadets. I hid the rest in storage." she smiled at her idea.
Blinking in alarm, Cat looked back along the corridor, "Did they know this is engineered to be a cooperative exercise?"
"I rather thought that was self evident." she shrugged.
Then you don't remember what it was like being a cadet, thought Cat as he turned on his heel and ran back towards the common room.

Fortunately he arrived in time to find Cadet Hadj carefully coordinating the other young men.
"Oh thank the Emperor." Cat panted as he drew to a halt in the doorway, "Delano was supposed to mention that this was a joint effort."
Hadj nodded, "Figured as much," he pointed to Morriam and Acosta positioned at opposite ends of the room, "had to step in before civil war erupted."
Morriam turned his head when Hadj gestured, revealing a rapidly forming black eye. He opened his mouth, and Cat shook his head, causing him to reconsider.

Rummaging through his coat pockets, Cat silently tossed a square supply room key to Hadj, "Kit yourselves out properly. No team building mind games from me."
The younger man raised an eyebrow but nodded and headed wordlessly off to collect the cleaning supplies.

"Why are you doing the double act, sir?" a voice asked quietly from waist height.
"Sorry?" Yorke looked down distractedly.
Cadet Khan looked up from where he was knelt, cleaning a ventilation plate, "Why's there two of you? I thought cadet squads work with one commissar."
Cat put his hands back in his pockets, and stared into the middle distance, his voice dull, "New system being tested. No one commissar with ultimate sanction over a group. Helps keep us both on the level."

As Cat stepped away from the kneeling cadet, Cadet Alenko caught Cat's arm and asked at a volume only the pair could hear, "What's the real reason?"
Damn, he's sharp. Cat similarly lowered his voice, and regarded Alenko tiredly, "Let's just say you're not the only one under assessment."
The cadet was visibly taken aback, "Which of you-"
Yorke had already turned away, "Looks like Hadj is back with more gear."

Nice to see some life back in here. Also pleased that my cadet caught that interesting little fact. I'm interested to see if anyone figures out Alenko's secret.

I figure that those with the most to hide are very good at spotting it in others. Also left it open as to whether Cat is implying Alenko is being assessed as a cadet, or was quietly pointing that more than one of them had something to make up for.

Edit: Or I would have, had Cat got his grammar correct. Only one under assessment. Derp derp.

I'm not yet sure which of the commissars is under scrutiny from higher up, or what a good reason would be.

Yep. He probably suspects something. Might have go hit the panic button

Once the "cooperation exercise" had been well and truly exhausted, the evening found Cadet Hadj at a surprising loose end. Electing not to spend more time with the well-meaning yet tiresome cadet group, he headed out to explore the 183rd's barracks. Troopers nodded politely or side-stepped neatly out of the way in the corridors, but contemplating the afternoon's events, he barely registered them. Something about a conversation he'd overheard the very end of was still bothering him. The possibility that-

Without meaning to, he had wandered out of the barracks and into an upper gantry overlooking one of the Nubila's loading bays. Leaning heavily on a rail, Hadj spied the tall, worn form of the commissar in charge of their squad.
He strolled up and leaned beside him, giving the man some space, but making it clear it was no accident.
"Evening, Cadet."
"Sir."
The commissar extended a hand, without looking up, offering a bent pack of smokes, and in the spirit of conversation, Hadj accepted.
"What brings you out here?" Yorke may have been aloof, but he was sharp.

Hadj lit his smoke, and considered. Deciding to waste no words, he answered, "Commissar Yorke. You're our mentor. You have a responsibility to us. If this is a shitshow, we deserve to know. Why are there two of you? Is this operation expected to fail?" it was the longest that Cat had heard Hadj speak outside of oratory training.
Startled, Cat replied, "It's not like that. We just wouldn't have separately been put in control of our own squads."
The stony silence from the cadet signalled his lack of surprise at the statement.
Cat rubbed his neck, "This sector is a grinder. We lose more commissars than we can train. Delano and I were both by rights a good few years off this responsibility. But they're hurting for recruits. They need you guys." he sighed, and tapped the ash away from his smoke.
The cadet raised an eyebrow, "She's young, sure, but I'd have though you are senior enough to run solo."
"My record isn't entirely clean." the commissar sighed, "I was in charge of a cadet once." he looked away, "Rescued from a destroyed regiment. Made the cut to full commissar."

Hadj watched him, quietly interested but staying silent, and drawing on his smoke. It was no fine blend, that was certain.
"There were accusations made that our relationship wasn't exactly professional. That... The only reason he graduated was because of..." Cat trailed off and waved a hand, signalling frustration and lewd intention.
"And it wasn't."
"No, he graduated because he was a damn good commissar! Motivational, tireless, devoted to the regiment. He could have taught most of us a thing or two about optimism and purity of spirit, too!" Cat sighed, "I would swear to it on my life that we kept it above board, albeit we were close." He looked back at Hadj, "But you know full well how rumours flow within a regiment."
"Dangerously." all too well indeed. Bored guard in close quarters spelled a great deal of trouble, even unintentionally.

"Aye. We ended up called before a commissariat tribunal and forced to answer to those rumours." Cat rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Luckily they believed the truth of it. Or they simply didn't care. The charge was cleared."
"Where is he now?"
"Gone. I pressured him to leave for the sake of both his career and reputation. Damn heartbreaking, we worked well together, despite the pokes at us." Cat glared at nothing in particular and concentrated on his smoke.

Hadj stared into the middle distance and sighed deeply.
Cat exhaled smoke into the open air and laughed, "I disappoint you."
"Do you know why?" the young man turned his head to face the older commissar for the first time since he had settled against the rail.
"You lads want a leader. I'm a soft touch officer that nearly lost his standing due to inability to keep my hands in my pockets." Cat shrugged.
"No, it's because you buckled to the pressure others put on you. You sent him away; You don't hardly speak with us for fear of what other people will say," Hadj stubbed out the smoke on his boot heel, "You let them change who you are. A man should be true to himself, even if it's not what others want." He paused, flicking the end of the smoke away, "It's clear you give a damn about the people here. And that's rare. Rarer among officers. But you're hiding that for an easier time of it. Just be yourself, or leave us alone. But I can't abide dishonesty."

Cat looked thoughtful, and considered the cadet's words for a few moments in silence. He nodded, "Fair. Fair indeed." he scratched an ear and stubbed out his own dog-end before adding, "I'll work on it, and that's the truth. But right now, I've got to go. I'm supposed to supervise evening drill." he held out his hand, "Thank you for the honesty, cadet. Hadj."
Hadj looked at the offered hand, but didn't shake it, smiling, "Not today, sir."
Cat nodded, "You've got it."

Had our first outing today (primed only, mind). It went disastrously for the cadets. I'm quite glad I wrote the intro beforehand.

That kind of sucks. Hopefully the next go around goes better

They got literally jumped on by a squad of Astartes. Shot and then charged at. Delano killed one marine during overwatch, it was hilarious. The jeep exploded trying to go over a crater.

I have a write up, I've had to modify it to be a training exercise due to the opponents.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
They got literally jumped on by a squad of Astartes. Shot and then charged at. Delano killed one marine during overwatch, it was hilarious. The jeep exploded trying to go over a crater.

I have a write up, I've had to modify it to be a training exercise due to the opponents.

Least they got one kill

Any word on our missing cadets yet? December fast approacheth.

"Training Exercise"

Their first training exercise as a squad. Yorke rested his back against the parked brick red Chimera, its engine stilled. He looked sideways to Delano who stood upright neatly beside him, her uniform pressed and cleaned weapons ready to pass down hard lessons to the opposition. He considered making a token effort to stand up neatly as well, but realised that was a lost cause before even starting.
He settled for quietly cleaning his pistol while stealing looks over the area.

A rare luck, a small detachment of Astartes were awaiting collection from the agri planet, and had a day to kill along with the 183rd. After some considerable negotiation of rules, a mock battle between the two had been arranged. Token objectives, and weapons adjusted to administer electric pulses that would stun a human or briefly deactivate a suit of power armor.
The cold morning made looking down across the bare fields surreal, as the small valleys and grooves pooled with mist and fog. All sense of scale and depth was lost.
This exercise was far less lethal than an actual deployment, but a screw up could still cost limbs and dignity.

An engine choked along in the near distance, and a silvery white Tauros jeep pulled alongside the squad.
"You're late." Delano did not look up as the vehicle stopped close and cut the engine.
"Sorry sir," the cadet behind the controls saluted, "had a devil of a job being allowed out of the garage. You know what they're like with the red tape."
The commissar replied archly, "I do not want your excuses, you are in training to be a political officer as much as you are a soldier. Cutting such tape shall be part of your daily life."
Yorke raised his head to view the pair of cadets in the vehicle, wondering why only one spoke.
Strapped at the back into the gunner position was Cadet Hadj, who was quietly focused on taping open his copy of the Imperial Creed to the rail bar in front of him. He had borne witness to the cadet's driving on the short trip over, and was taking no chances.

As Delano's steel gaze caused the driver to fidget uncomfortably, Yorke rolled his shoulders and stepped away to check on the rest of the squad.
For today only Alenko was carrying a non standard fire arm. He clutched an archaic flamer of single-hand design, and at his side hung a brutal looking power axe, decorated in the Commissariat colours of black and gold.
"Sweet talked the quartermaster into letting you out with those, hm?" Yorke cocked an eyebrow.
Alenko met his gaze calmly, "That would imply that I asked, sir."
"Good lad." learning to avoid the tape entirely was also a step on the right direction.
Beside Alenko, Barbary was flexing his powerfist open and closed, watching the ancient technology with a peaceful fascination. His lips were moving silently as he praised and prayed to the machine spirit for cooperation. A seized gauntlet mechanism could be disastrous in battle, and confidence went a long way to avoiding such mishap.
Letting him concentrate, Yorke stepped onward to view Felix, who was viewing the entire scene with a catlike interest. The pistons in his rough augmetic arm were tensing and relaxing frequently, though the young man's face remained calm. What there was of it, anyway.
"Nervous, cadet?" Yorke grinned.
"Apprehensive, sir." Felix corrected him with a tight smile.
"You've lived through worse." the commissar replied in encouragement.
"Undoubtedly, sir."
Yorke couldn't read the cadet's expression, but he suspected he was being back-chatted. We'll soon see if that's arrogance or nerves, he mused.

Coming along to the quiet Khan, he found a face of concentration and determined focus. The cadet's remaining eye was sweeping the area, looking for vantage points, which areas to avoid, open craters and defendable positions.
Playing it smart, the commissar nodded and patted his shoulder silently, briefly shaking Khan's fixed stare.
"Remember they can arrive from above as well," Yorke raised a finger to the sky, "they might only be simulated drop pods, but the option is there. Try and avoid wide open areas."
The cadet nodded nervously and renewed his calculations.

Above them in the tall ruins of a farmland chapel, Yorke spotted movement, some of the 183rd snipers were settling in, already holding an objective.
"So our main goal is to keep the enemy back from that objective?" Acosta spoke quietly, causing the commissar to jump.
"Our main goal is whatever Commissar Delano tells us. She is acting sergeant today," Yorke gazed up at the ruin, "but if it were my call, yes. Buy time. We can't hope to stop Astartes head on, but we can slow them down. Steer them away."

Behind Acosta, two further cadets were listening in on the conversation, and looked at each other nervously. It was a rough and ready introduction to working with the Mordians.
Across the field, neatly regimented squads were lining up, their uniforms pristine in the weak sunshine of the early morning. Silence rolled across the ranks, as the both well disciplined and slightly tired men took their positions.
Unseen, several squads of scouts also lay hidden in the countryside. The captain's recent decision; employ some stealth units from an exterior regiment to take advantage of the Mordians' high visibility. It had been met with mixed reception, the first time any outsiders had worked with the 183rd. Every so often a small shimmer against a tree or sound of a smoke being lit would be the only indication of the scouts' presence on the field.

"Alright, it's about to begin. Cadets, form up." Delano did not need to raise her voice.
The squad tightened, and readied their weaponry. Alenko switched places and joined the front row, igniting the pilot light on his trusty flamer.
"Keep the enemy back from this area, give our men time to reach the other objectives," the young commissar extended a hand and pointed to two other beacons on the field, "don't search for glory, you shall find none here. We are here to do His work, and it will be hard work today. If you see our regiment flagging, use your primary weapon; your voice." she smiled.
Yorke spoke from the other end of the squad, his voice patient, enciraging, "We will be beside you, and so will the Emperor. This time only, don't be afraid to yield if need be; the Astartes are honourable opposition and will not harm you unnecessarily. If you lose your squad, your weapon or are injured, sit down, or make your way to this ruin. This is training, there is no point injuring yourself over pride." he caught the eye of a cadet, who nodded, understanding the stakes.
"Eyes forward." Delano turned, and as one the cadets also faced the field.

Moments later a siren blared, denoting the start of the battle. A roar went up from the opposite end of the field, and a crimson flare spiked into the air, landing midway and marking where the "drop pod" would arrive.

"Do your best, and you'll let nobody down." drawing her sword, Delano raised it, pointing to the horizon.

Feel free to take a few days to detail your activities if you wish.
I've got an ending written up.

The jeep fired grenades at a squad of Astartes that came from the drop pod, missed entirely and was promptly blown apart.

The squad was put down in two turns by jet pack marines once they arrived. They did cover some ground and hold the other marines back long enough for the objectives to be claimed.
Yorke survived the charge, and had to face round 3 entirely alone, which ended about as well as you'd expect.

Is Cadet 3 taken?

Alenko was nervous for a couple of reasons. First off this would be his first action against Space Marines. Granted, it was only a training action, but seeing Astartes brought him back to that dark day so many years ago...... he shook his head, he couldn't allow himself to be lost in those memories. Using them to inspire himself to keep fighting was one thing, letting himself wallow in them was another thing entirely. The other reason why he was nervous was because of Commissar Yorke. While it was impossible for anyone to have known about his connection to the traitorous governor of his homeworld, Alenko had noticed Yorke looking at him when he thought he wasn't paying attention. Almost as if he suspected something....... the thought chilled Alenko to the bone. If anyone figured out that he was the son of that traitor, his fate would be sealed. It wouldn't matter that he was too young to have participated in his father's treason, they would only see that he was in the same family. Alenko was yanked out of his reverie by the sound of a siren, indicating the start of the exercise. Alenko banished all thoughts from his mind, leaving only faith and fire, there was work to be done.


Cadet 3 is still available I believe. Welcome to the workshop! Check with BC though, he's running this debacle.

Any cadet without a name next to theirs is free.
I also have a tenth cadet coming, he just has no arms as of yet.

[Cont]
The Tauros jeep leapt forward, past rocks and debris, toward the central objective. Distract, buy time and maybe take out a few of the opponents while you're at it, had been their instruction.
In the back, Cadet Hadj gripped the grenade launcher and prayed his driver comrade could keep at least two wheels on the ground at once. As they lurched out of a steep crater, he saw his first opportunity, and fired a stun grenade into the midst of and incoming Astartes squad. Or he tried to. The Tauros juddered violently over the ridge as he pressed his fingers against the firing mechanism, skewing the shot. The grenade flew wild, missing entirely, causing a small flash against the horizon.
Engine screaming and rough terrain throwing the vehicle around even more, Hadj took aim again, ready to fire another grenade.

He didn't get a chance. Without even moving from their position, the Astartes put paid to the tiny vehicle, ending the brief adventure of both cadets in a cloud of choking smoke and upturned wheels.

Hanging from the straps that held him into the jeep's roll frame, and looking at the earth inches from his face, the young driver was just grateful that he was conscious, safe and intact. In the back of the vehicle, he could hear the furious Cadet Hadj, and started to wonder how much of a blessing that truly was.

I'm just waiting for someone to truly suspect Alenko's secret, I wrote that Yorke might, but I'm waiting to see who really finds it out.

Can I nab Cadet 7?

Equipment: Lasgun (in a yellow casing, colour of the 486th Kaldorian Rifles), laspistol, chain across shoulders, black leather trenchcoat. Two medals.
Hat: Skull

Name: Jhonus Gree
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Skin: Tanned

Backstory:
Jhonus was the son of a high ranking advisor in his planets government before Orks invaded and crushed the local population, including his parents. In the ensuing chaos, despite being just under 18 years old, Jhonus was caught up in the fighting, managing to survive and help pull together a rag-tag group of civilians, PDF, gangers and others until they were relieved by the timely arrival of the Imperial Guard.

In a rare case of a round peg fitting in a round hole it was noted during the processing of the civilian survivors that his aptitude in combat and leadership, combined with the fact that his parents were local officials before their deaths would make him an excellent candidate for the Commisarial Schoola.

At the age of 20, following 2 years of service as a cadet commissar he was awarded a meritous combat award for actions under fire. This included but was not limited to recovering the company colours during the pacification of Grendor Prime and preventing the collapse of the remains of the 486th Kaldorian Rifles during the rebel counter attack.

At the age of 21 he was awarded the serious wound medal for injuries sustained in combat whilst going to the aid of a Guard squad who were pinned down and unable to advance. Despite being severely wounded while reaching their position (a shrapnel wound to the chest which punctured the right lung), Cadet Commissar Jhonus was able to rally the squad and lead them to their objective.

It was during his recovery that the rest of his training squad was wiped out, along with the Commissar in command. As the sole survivor, he was transferred to the nearest Commissar Training Squad.

Welcome to the workshop! Assuming 7 wasn't already taken you're fine to take him.

Excellent! Welcome aboard!

Afraid #7 has not stripped terribly well due to being old as balls, but I'll do my best on the paint job.

 War Kitten wrote:
I'm just waiting for someone to truly suspect Alenko's secret, I wrote that Yorke might, but I'm waiting to see who really finds it out.

Yorke would know there was something in his past, but he's also not about to let anybody suffer over that sort of thing.
Nobody who could offer any direct threat (be it physical or security matter) to the 183rd would have made it into the squad. In part due to someone who's there during the vetting process. Therefore Yorke is perfectly happy to let people have their secrets.

The rest of the cadets, the other commissar and the regiment would be pretty likely to drop Alenko in it for credit and glory though. Guard don't pay well.

I don't know how far you intend to take the squad, I'm interested to see if anyone starts to figure it out.

I was just planning to paint them and do battle write ups. If anyone who wants to write scenes, battles or more info is welcome to.

Since he is apparently not taken, here is the writeup for Cadet Number 3
Equipment: Lasgun (Blue casing) Bayonet, Black overcoat
Hat: Skull
Name: Raillin "Savage" Ardo
Eyes: Blue
Hair: N/A
Skin: Pale
World: Fearcall

Both his parents were officers in the Fearcall 314th Engineers, at different levels. His mother was a Squad leader for a group of Veterans and his father was a Tank Squadron leader. The world of Fearcall was invaded when he was 14, and both his parents were killed in a battle against the Tau. He took it upon himself to find who killed them, and found out that they had been killed by a brutal Pathfinder Sergeant who had been censured many times for his brutality. When he caught up to the team, as they were retreating from the new Imperial reinforcements, he improvised a knife from a piece of armor he found, and challenged the sergeant. The sergeant was much more skilled than a teenager, and nearly killed him. However, in his struggles to get away from death he managed to kick the pathfinder into an exposed piece of rebar, punching through his armor, and killing him. Raillin then used the pathfinder's bonding knife to scalp him, and since then has kept the knife as a souvenir.
The commissar from his parent's unit had found him zealous enough to be trained at the Schola Progenia. He has made it his goal to collect one hundred Tau scalps. In addition, he has quite a collection of knives, from many different places. At his last count, he has two standard Astra Militarum combat knives, the Bonding knife, a dark eldar skinning knife, and even an Adeptus Astartes combat knife that he keeps in his foot locker (as it is the size of a shortsword). Also, he is a cruel and sadistic man, who would not hesitate to administer a commissar killing and might even decide to use a knife instead.

That's actually pretty appropriate considering his lasgun has a nasty looking bayonet on the end.
I'll try and photograph it properly when I get the painting done.

BTW as it's been mentioned twice in this topic, "Commissar killing" is generally referred to as Summary Execution (coward/traitor) or Emperor's Mercy (wounded) in-universe.
There is an Oath for the latter:

Emperor, give me strength to carry out the deed, and Brother, grant me forgiveness for what I am about to do.
The end will lie swift, and the Eternal gates swing wide for you.
Your duty is done, and I must now do mine.

Alenko sat in the barracks away from the other cadets, while they were discussing the exercise Alenko felt the need to get away from it all. He had failed his team, when the exercise had started he was pumped up, his first real exercise! Then he and most of the other cadets had been cut down almost immediately. He had been forced to stay "dead" and watch as Commissar Delano tried to fight off the Astartes all by herself. The guilt and shame stung Alenko, he had sat there helpless as his squad was cut down, just like when he was younger and he had been helpless as his world burned. No, he musn't think about that. If the others saw him moping they would begin to question, they all knew him as a cheerful individual, if they saw him mororse they might begin to question..... and Alenko couldn't have that.....

He sighed and shook his head, why was he even thinking about that? None suspected him or his orgins. The Commissariat had accepted the false tale he had fed them upon his initiation and in the following years of training it was easy to hide his secrets. After all, nearly everyone there had come from a destroyed planet like him, they wouldn't question his story. Reassured, he began to stride back towards the rest of the squad as they began to walk towards the canteen for a bite to eat, he could act social, maybe it would help get his mind off of his failure...

Jhonus racked his kit; the scuffed yellow lasgun had earned him a few curious looks as he passed through the public areas housing the new regiment he was attached to. More-so than his cadet uniform or strangers face. Glancing around the currently empty bunk room he took in the little personal details that are always left in all but the most temporary of billets; a dataslate's title page, a tin of boot polish and dirty cloth. Sighing softly, he went to find his new commissar.

Outside the stark door marked "Commissar Delano", Jhonus reached up to adjust his cap, the scar tissue across his chest pulling tight at the movement. Taking a last breath, he knocked on the door.

Railin thunked his heavy footlocker marked "Fearcall" down on an empty bunk. As he surveyed the room, he realized how long it bad been since he had a home, after his world was invaded, and he became who he was. When he was younger, he was known as a good friend, humanitarian, and son. When he lost the last, he lost all 3. He very carefully flipped the latches on his locker and withdrew the last thing he had from his parents, that drove him to join the Commissariat. He slowly unsheathed the bonding knife he had. The one that killed his parents. The one that gave him his scar. The one he had gotten his revenge with. It showed a blurred and distorted image of himself. One he could only live with after he had done what he had to do, and truly show the Tau what they have unleashed. Railin snapped the knife back into the sheath, and attached it beneath his coat. In the standard sheath at his side, he slammed a standard combat knife in, and slipped another into the sheath within his boot. After he stood up, he slung his lasgun over his shoulder, and made a careful count of his extra clips. With everything in place, he decided to go visit his new commander, Commissar Delano

---ONE HOUR LATER---

After leaving, he was rather relieved. She was quite a woman, and even though it was a bit against regulations, he was strangely intrigued by her. While he could never do anything about it, she was definitely not the worst commander he had dealt with. Railin was rather enjoying this new assignment so far.

NOTE: Railin may have been kicked out of several other squads for speaking his mind. Or for excessive violence during training. Depends on who asks and when. Also, he lashes out if provoked about parents, and has a special hatred for Gue'vesa
Hope you like why exactly his is so brutal!

 AUGmaniac wrote:
Railin thunked his heavy footlocker marked "Fearcall" down on an empty bunk. As he surveyed the room, he realized how long it bad been since he had a home, after his world was invaded, and he became who he was. When he was younger, he was known as a good friend, humanitarian, and son. When he lost the last, he lost all 3. He very carefully flipped the latches on his locker and withdrew the last thing he had from his parents, that drove him to join the Commissariat. He slowly unsheathed the bonding knife he had. The one that killed his parents. The one that gave him his scar. The one he had gotten his revenge with. It showed a blurred and distorted image of himself. One he could only live with after he had done what he had to do, and truly show the Tau what they have unleashed. Railin snapped the knife back into the sheath, and attached it beneath his coat. In the standard sheath at his side, he slammed a standard combat knife in, and slipped another into the sheath within his boot. After he stood up, he slung his lasgun over his shoulder, and made a careful count of his extra clips. With everything in place, he decided to go visit his new commander, Commissar Delano

---ONE HOUR LATER---

After leaving, he was rather relieved. She was quite a woman, and even though it was a bit against regulations, he was strangely intrigued by her. While he could never do anything about it, she was definitely not the worst commander he had dealt with. Railin was rather enjoying this new assignment so far.

NOTE: Railin may have been kicked out of several other squads for speaking his mind. Or for excessive violence during training. Depends on who asks and when. Also, he lashes out if provoked about parents, and has a special hatred for Gue'vesa
Hope you like why exactly his is so brutal!

It's quite nice. My Cadet is the son of a traitorous former governor and he tries to hide it from everyone. So all of us have things about our cadets that is their own. BC probably won't do much with it, but he allows us to write our own little stories about our cadets.

Love these little insights. Well done guys.
I may write some larger pieces, but I'm waiting to have the free time, and see what hijinks endure now you guys are in it together.

Do remember that whilst on the table, Delano and Yorke have different ranks, they're effectively both the same in the fluff. Delano doesn't answer to Yorke, or indeed anyone in the regiment.

The cadets are base coated and have their skin tones done, they'll be seeing six battles over the weekend.

I'm claiming the unwritten one back as of this point, because it's now crunch time.

Some paint colours are going to be wrong for this weekend, because "get it done" took highest priority. So don't fret.

You've got baseball boots and tie guy! That's great! Rather you than me though, but what a class clown already.

Six games in two days. Died in 2/2 so far.

Don't feel bad.