[center][h1][b][u]Lord Commissar Karis[/u][/b][/h1][h2]Imperial Transport: [i]Blessed Emissary[/i][/h2][h3]Enroute to Crusade Briefing[/h3]
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The Lord Commissar fixed his hat and adjusted his collar for the fifth time as the transport rumbled through space from the ship of the 14[sup]th[/sup] Vultis Bloodborn Light Infantry Regiment toward the main HQ ship where the briefing was taking place. No matter how many campigns he had been on or how many meetings he went to, there was always something ever so nerve racking about the trip there. His fidgeting with his clothing was almost a force of habit on such trips, one of the few quirks that the "model commissar" had on his person.

"Stop playing with your clothes, you look fine." Enola rested a hand onto Karis's as they balled into fists before releasing to his lap.

"Its not my appearance I'm worried about..." the Lord Commissar let his voice dawdle a bit as he mentally recited litanies and hymns to the God Emperor to calm the nerves, "The trip always makes me a tad jumpy for some reason."

"I can relate to that, even some of the vets in the Drop units still get jittery when they prep for a drop." Ridolan the Elsyian Drop Trooper bodyguard spoke up, pausing the polishing of his prized flamer to insert his own anecdote, "I guess there are just some thing ain't no one can fix."

Karis sighed and sunk into the seat a bit more, doing his best to ignore the soul-piercing stares of the Vultis Bloodborn he commanded. He sword that their Krieg-inherted fashion sense could make them scare daemons if they tried hard enough and make even an Astartes avoid their gaze. To be quite honest, the Lord Commissar didn't even know why he was in charge of them. He had received word that he was to be assigned to a unit in dire need of discipling and reorganizing, not a bunch of Catachan-Krieg love children. No doubt that many a commissars would have killed for a position like his, barely having to do a thing to get the troops into battle.

Thankfully it would seem that the unit itself was more than well suited for many environments and combat doctrines that would inevitably be used during this Crusade; the airless planet probably wouldn't prevent such a massive deal for the Bloodborn seeing as the surface of their home planet had long since been polluted to hell and back. The fact they wore their rebreather masks on all the time probably also meant they'd have little compliant about having to wear another mask.

At this point the Lord Commissar was questioning how the other regiments would react to his troops. They certainly had the same effect and look of the Krieg Death Corps and knowing how the Kriegers were seen. He could only hope that people would be mildly more accepting of his faceless soldiers who marched off to death willingly. The two he had brought along with him should prove to net some valuable data on such interactions between the Vultis and the other regiments of the Emperor's glorious armies.