“Tempestor.” Commissar Vaughn greeted the commanding officer of the 903rd with a tilt of the head. Which was returned in kind. Both men walked wordlessly entered the shuttle that would take them from their stationed Light cruiser to the flagship of the Recclemation fleet for the Dauntless sector. Neither man spoke for length of the journey. 

The Tempestor did not speak because it was simply not his way to talk without having anything to say. And the Commissar new that his companion wasn't exactly a stellar conversationalist, and knew better than to try. In  many ways the Tempestor was happy for the commissar's presence. He often served as the mouthpiece for the company. Talking to people with sophisticated and proper mannersisms that the Tempestor didn't have. Attending socialite functions that neither the Prime nor any other officers in the company could be bothered to attend. 

Even as briefings like this the commissar would often take it upon himself to be the one to actually communicate with the generals and admirals. The Tempestor happy to watch the proceedings in silence and take in all of the relevant tactical information. Offering words only when directly addressed by a superior and even then, the number of words was minimal. Just to clearly deliver his point and then no more. 

Neither of the officers in the shuttle expected much to come out of this briefing. His regiment would mostly likely be deployed as it always was. Pointed to the most fortified and machine gun laden point of the enemy line and told to have at it. 

His regiment was routinely bounced around from battlefield to battlefield. Seconded to this regiment or that battlegroup. Being ordered to shore up weakened defences or help smash through a difficult enemy line that was holding up imperial progress for weeks until the 903rd arrived. 

Surprisingly they took relatively minimal casualties despite this constant and rapid re-deployment. Well losing over five hundred men over the course of a years hard fighting wasn't nothing to a company that originally only numbered under five thousand. But considering some regiments were decimated entirely by the sector's conflict. Having over four thousand men at arms was pretty dam good. 

They were probably going to be attached to another regiment now. He would prefer that his regiment have their own leash instead of being attached to someone else's. Depending on the regiment that could work well or get his men killed. Either way the colonel would need to learn that he wasn't in charge of the storm-troopers.