[I]Time: 7:45 PM, Location: Deck-Barracks 792, aboard the Transport Frigate 'Castellan' - ETA til transition to the warp 1 hour[/i]

"When are we getting to where we're going and what's the best way to kill what we're fighting when we get there?"

"Ehm... v-vhat huppened too Captain Weiss? Und... ehm vill our positons be avvected by the change in leadership?"

"Captain, can we expect less chances of friendly fire happening to us?"

"Sir! How will we divide the roles in the Company? How will we be divided into support units, shock troopers, or standard infantry detail?”

The questions came swiftly and, in most cases, precisely from the ranks of the assembled company - and it would have come as no surprise that the Captain expected nothing less from a formation crafted from the remains of many different regiments, whether they were Abhuman or fanatic, veteran or greenhorn. After mulling over each question, pausing to allow them all to be shouted or spoken at him, he slipped a data-slate from one of the many pockets placed on his trenchcoat and ran a leather clad thumb over the flickering screen and the Gothic runes before him. He decided that he would answer each question in turn, but as one.

"If those are all the questions," he began as he eyed up each of those that had spoken, waiting for the Wisps to make their way out of the assemblage and toward the Colonel's office, "then allow me now to reply."  
Taking a moment to compose himself once more, he cleared his throat and continued in the smooth tone he had been using, lifting a hand momentarily to put a stop to any clapping that was still going on.

"By our best estimates we shall be reaching Warzone Alpha-Zeta-Twelve in just under three weeks of warp travel, of course the immaterium is a notoriously tricky thing and accidents have happened before." His eyes moved leisurely from the goat-man, something he did not really have any personal thoughts on one way or another, to the recently promoted 'Sergeant Ninke', "Captain Weiss is no longer in command, I am. That is all you need to know. As for your promotion...Ingran, Ninke, former vox officer...command has something special planned for you. Attend me after this meeting is dismissed for further orders."

One eyebrow raised itself up a little as the Felinid spoke, the large legionnaire picking out the lithe figure from the masses with a steely glare, "[b]that[/b] is a question not befitting a Guardsman, and would be better addressed to your company commissariet," he intoned with a gesture to Kata and Ishmael flanking him on either side but otherwise unmoving, "and there will be no more such questions asked of myself or any other ranking officer, I hope you understand." It was not a question.

The last question was probably the most poignant in terms of what the future was for the regiment, and the Captain thought it over for a minute or two more before replying.

"Each company is to be split into platoons beneath a Lieutenant, in turn these platoons will be further divided into ten-man squads and each assigned a Chimera APC, each squad being home to two NCOs, a weapons specialist, and heavy weapons operator. The Helheim are also being split down further, for use as trackers, sappers and experts in irregular warfare. Yes, one of these Abhumans will be going with each squad, so if that doesn't appeal to anyone then that's too bad. The APCs will be crewed by their own crews, we and the rest of the companies will be used as mechanised infantry formations, fighting as such and in the manner of standard infantry - those with specialist training, such as vox technicians, heavy weapons training and the like will be spread between the squads as evenly as possible."

Having answered all the questions to [b]his[/b] satisfaction at least, Captain Rochus got down from where he stood with a shout of "dis-missed!", making his way through mass of murmuring and chattering Guard until he found Ninke.

Leaning in close, easily towering over her, it was obvious just what damage his face had sustained and it was not pretty.

"Vox operator Ingran, you are hereby appointed as acting Sergeant; from here it is up to you to gather together a suitable squad of your own choosing, and requisition one of the regiments Chimera," one finger was thrust toward the other side of the deck, quite a walk away, where the Chimera armoured transports were being attended to by their crew and mechanics, "and one more thing..." now he leant in so close that his breath was hot on her face, "if I ever smell narcotics on you again, I will eject you from service so fast that you won't even realise it until its far too late. Now get out of my sight."

Some feet away, Junior-Commissar Sigrun watched the slightly enraged officer walk back toward the staircase, climb it with heavy footfalls, and enter his office just down the gangway from that of their regimental CO. Her eyes staying on Ninke for a moment before, with an adjustment of her peaked cap and a slight tapping of one finger on the butt of her bolt pistol, he smoothly turned on her heal and began what would be an inspection of the entire company.


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"Permission to speak, Sir?"

Narrowing his eyes, the Tallarn warrior looked down his hooked nose at the assembled Wisps with a tut of displeasure, "you all look like a damned disgrace to your uniforms, and this does nothing to please me, but if you wish to speak then you have my permission do so."

His gaze could not have been more piercing if he tried, a hard, cold stare that said [i]I see right through you...[/i] and was received from a man who could very well back it up by his words and actions.

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