Das Boot Imperialis - 17.5

Das Boot Imperialis - Mining Colony, Moon of Kylis.
Imperial Timeline: 5.013.503M41

Kommander Yakob stood with his arms out at his sides. Before him was the great pyre of the dead. Filthy twisted Traitors to the Imperium burned in the great cleansing flames of Promethium. Bah, Drakking mushroom spores. Stupid Auslander engineers not having the materials or time to fabricate the Tiger with exhaust filters. Stupid spores clogging up his Tank... Attempting to calm himself he began surveying the burning corpses through the visors of his gas mask. Where he could just make out that Krieg Commissar and Lieutenant Mason on the other side of the heap...

He was clearly more than he appeared. No Intelligence officer, Auslander or no, should have been able to rally such a stiff defence. No Intelligence officer should have had the shear mettle to charge at a slavering horde of mutated traitor scum without any support whatsoever.

Yet. He had just done that.

Obviously he must have some Germanian ancestory Yakob mused to himself, letting out a dry chuckle.

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Sergeant Tarion looked up from the crude detonator he had constructed. "Commissar Alcan? The charges are set, in one minute there will be a hole big enough for even Hunsman to fit through."

Gunner Hunsman yelled, his fists balled. "Yer callin' meh fat!?"

"Nah, just big-boned." Tarion said, waving his hand.

"Quiet you two, the Boss is comming." Rose, the Sniper said as she brushed some dust off her shoulder.

Commissar Alcan sighed, turning on his heels, the Stormtroopers and Flas gathering behind him as he did so, right into the path of Atra and that 'Officer'...

He saluted, then grinned. "Commissar Atra! You are just in time for a little fireworks display, let us just take some cover behind this here Psyker shield Flas has made..."

As they took cover behind a Periactic shield, courtesy of the muttering Flas- who now stood tall, his arms fully extended out from his sides, his head thrown back - his eyes wide with concentration. Alcan covertly glanced over at the Lieutenant. He seemed so calm. So together, and yet... something was incredibly wrong with him. Not the least those hungry looks Atra kept giving him. Blegh, she should learn to control herself. Such conduct is unbecoming of a Commissar - woman or no.

The doors to the mining complex exploded outwards with a satisfyingly loud klang. Shards of molten metal cascaded into the Periactic shield, causing small ripples to form. Flas held the shield without difficulty, then after a few moments Alcan gave him the all clear. Flas' arms dropped back to his sides, he hunched forward slightly and his eyes drooped back to their old half-conscious state. Alcan patted him on the back, the unfamilliar feeling of physical contact leaving Flas strangely... warm on the inside.

The Mining complex beckoned to them, its interior particularly dark and uninviting.

"Ladies first." Tarion said with a wink to Rose.
"Don't you mean, Idiots first?"

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