Avitus Larcius, Commissar-General of the Imperial Guard, was stood before a unit of elite Kaskrin storm troopers. He was clothed in the attire that befitted his rank, a large black trench coat, and an officer's cap with a golden skull emblazed upon it. The soldiers before him were armed and armoured. They were being put through regimental discipline for an earlier incident at target practice, where two soldiers were found to be incompetent and as such their sergeants must also be incompetent to some level.<br/><br/>"Get it right you dogs!" He bellowed at them to correct their ranks. "Front rank! Fire! Then Second rank! Fire!" The Commissar repeatedly screamed at them. It was not needed for the most of them, granted that the Kaskrins were a highly trained special forces of the Imperium, and their skill at arms reflected their elite status. But reputation and laurels did little under Avitus' command. "Again! Front rank, fire! Second rank fire!" He shouted for the last time, this time the soldiers getting their orders done to the letter, and without any pause or hesitation. "So you can follow commands! By the throne, I do believe you've surprised yourselves as well as me!" Avitus finished, his comment laced with sarcasm.<br/><br/>"Dismissed! Return to your positions!" He ordered them, and begrudgingly the soldiers marched off to do as they were want to do.<br/><br/>"My lord! Word from the fleet in orbit!" Came the cries of a youngish looking communications officer, his face was the very picture of worriment.<br/>"A problem?" Avitus questioned, perking up at the sounds of an actual battle to test the newly found skills of his soldiers.<br/>"Greenskins have infested an Imperial Navy battleship sir, and the fleet officers predict more of them will be making planet-fall shortly. The Lord Admiral fears that they may already be on this planet." The inexperienced officer exclaimed, the worry in his tone quite clear but not to the point of making him appear weak. It was only normal for such things to occur.<br/><br/>"Right. Send out a planet-wide order immediately! Dig in, prepare the men! Expect imminent Greenskin contact!" Avitus bellowed at the communications officer, who seemed to shrink in his boots at the loudly shouted words of the Commissar general.<br/>"At once, s-sir!" The communications officer fumbled, before hurriedly rushing off to his post and sending out the instructed orders.<br/><br/>Walking calmly over to a fortress wide comm station, Avitus pulled down the almost megaphone-like device and said into it.<br/>"Men of the Imperium! The Fleets have sent word! We are to prepare for imminent Greenskin contact! Ready yourselves at once! Those found lacking WILL be sent to penal legions! Or shot!" The barked orders were taken around the whole fort by the lines of speakers present, it would take a deaf man to not heard such words.<br/><br/>Hurrying over to his own command structure, Avitus grabbed a small vox radio and barked down it. "Lysander! Have the cadets ready at once for my lead!" There was no reply, but none was expected as the commissar on the other end was smart enough to not waste the time of his superior.<br/><br/>"Let the bastards come, we shall stop them dead."<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Vadug's hastily formed group of mek boyz were working feverishly at the new contraption of Vadu;g design. It was a monstrous weapon indeed. It bore much resemblance to a large machine gun, or perhaps small cannon in size, with a maw capable of spitting out high powered slugs at a blistering rate of fire. Better yet, scrap discoveries had meant that the thing could be mounted on Vadug's personal Battle Wagon 'Da crusha' with ease.<br/><br/>"It'z commin' tergeter ladz!" The big mek exclaimed as he longingly gazed at the large weapon. Once again his mind was caught more in the damage that this monster could do to the pansy Marines that the humans fielded at times, however he was snapped back into consciousness, and general awareness, when another Mek cried out. "It werkz boss!"<br/><br/>In his mental absence, the lesser mekz had fully managed to get the firing mechanism working, and even the feeding mechanism was in top condition. It was truly going to be a master work.