603rd Cadian Regiment
"Emperor's Chosen"
"Emperor's Chosen"
The 603rd Cadian “the Emperor’s Chosen”, a regiment of many home worlds and guardsmen, tested in the forges of combat many times over now faced perhaps its greatest challenge. Last aboard their transport fleet, they were to head to the world of Qulora Prime to put down heretical secessionists only to experience some strange warp anomaly as they passed. Their ships buckled and moaned, testing their faith in the god emperor, until something happened. Within milliseconds, the Warp preformed its foul trickery on the regiment, sending them somewhere completely different. When they awoke, they found themselves on the floor of some massively blown up house, shrunk down to miniature sizes with a whole new accompaniment of Imperial civilians, all equally scared and afraid of their new situation.
It had been several hours since the first “arrival”, the vast majority of the regiment was accounted for even a number of armored vehicles found, still operational and combat ready minus some dents. The civilians were calmed, priests and sisters hospitallersleading them in a mass prayer. A few guardsmen took part in the congregation, but many had been busy getting acclimated to their new environment.
Scouting parties of Sentinels and Venators had been dispatched, the first major issue being an ascension of stairs, too large for the walkers and vehicles to safely traverse down and back up. Flyers would have to be used to preform recon runs at a later date. Presuming there was at least two floors, the rest of the “upper floor” was being scouted as the situation back at the 603rd’s new home was slowly improving.
With an enclosed roof over their heads, bedrolls could be laid out in the open without much worry. Although the carpet was soft enough to the point that some were more than content to just sleeping on the floor. Very, very basic defenses had been set up, heavy support weapons had been strategically placed around their nearby area (most was pointed towards the large open doorway for obvious reasons). As armored vehicles began to move about in greater quantities however, it would be then that the 603rd they were certainly not alone.
On either side of the bed, in the night tables laid two different tribal settlements. Up against the wall was the White Hawks and across the way by the window was the more civilized Council of Sunlight. After dispatching Sororitas diplomats with guards to either tribe, the 603rd learned a few things about their immediate neighbors. Both groups walked the lands of the Great House long before the guard did, a progenitor people if you would. The Council of Sunlight was a handful of different tribes at one point who all lived peacefully amongst each other in the “Mother’s Den”. Then the war-like White Hawks invaded from downstairs and easily swept over the unprepared tribes. After a bloody and brutal battle which still stained some parts of the carpet to this day, the tribes of the Den came together to form the Council and held their ground against that of the White Hawks before coming to an assumed peace between the two sides.
Of the two, General Karthis viewed the Council more favorably as they were just generally more friendly plus they worshipped a sun god, a god that could easily be seen as the God-Emperor making them more willing converts to the Imperial Cult. The Hawks on the other hand, they seemed like the bunch that did not seem to be keen on having tea with people. They would have to be dealt with before they became a permeant thorn in the side of the 603rd but for right now they were not taking any actions against the regiment and its new host of civilians and were much more pressing matters, matters of Chaos.
From the second they arrived here, the pious men and women could just feel like there was something off. After consulting with several priests and looking at readings from various machines, it was determined, there was definitely the taint of the Warp in this great building. The age old enemy of the Imperium had followed them here somehow for some reason. Some suspected the large circular object was the source of it and wanted to destroy it. But after the techpriests poked around with it and discovered it could be used as a potentially limitless energy source, any deconstruction attempts were banned and it became one of the first fortified areas, the HQ Baneblade, the Righteous Divinity was parked next to it, its big guns keeping a steadfast watch of their prized plate.
As the civilians slowly found shelter in the shade of a massive desk, things beagn the long, slow tedious process of getting settled. Filling up sandbags with dusts laying around and other small bits of paint and loose carpet strainds, defenses started to look slightly more formidable especially with rolls of barbed wire being rolled out; talks of mine fields rages within the Righteous Divinity. There were still problems yet to be faced but those would be handled soon enough. For now they were safe and secure (by Imperial Guard standards anyways), thank the god-emperor for that.
