Lucifer Black Barracks (Basement Level One)

Alistair waved his hand in a placating gesture when the other commissar motioned for him to take the chair, opting instead to half sit on the desk presumably belonging to Luca. Careful not to dislodge any papers, he brought one lengthy boot up and rested one leg over the other, taking on the appearance of a bird or avian predator perching. "Of course, of course." He said, showing his teeth in what---could have been considered a smile. "Lucifer Blacks are renowned for being---forgetful." He let the words trail off with an almost musical quality to his tone.

This Commissar-Captain…is terrifying!
In the Planetary Defense Force, Commissars were few and in between. Beyond Viers, Mogan had never seen a Commissar up close. And quite frankly, Viers appears to be nothing more than a child wearing her father’s coat and hat compared to the Commissar-Captain. Just his presence alone makes her nervous.
But then again, is that not their job? To instill fear when morale could not keep their charges in the fight? She remembers when she first met Viers and that brief moment when the bolter pointed right at her forehead. This Commissar brought that same fear…just by being in the room.  Is it because of his presence or has she really gotten so used to Viers that she doesn't fear her anymore?
“Perhaps I should leave you two to discuss things,” Mogan gives a weak smile, “I should probably return to…”
She’s interrupted when Luca returns.


The look on Viers’s face falters for just a moment. If one was quick, they could see her expression change to that of disappointment. But only for the tiniest of moments before she regains her composure. Commissars don’t get disappointed about not being included on a mission.
She gives Luca a quick nod, “I assume this has something to do with why you were called away? Give me a list of your volunteers’ duties and I’ll see them done while you’re away. I don’t figure that you’ll be gone too long by the sounds of it, but just the same, I’ll find ways to keep the troops who stay behind busy.”
She pauses glancing between Mogan and Luca, “If the mission is simple enough though, might I suggest taking Trooper Mogan along. It might be good to integrate her into the unit that way.”
Mogan begins rubbing her hands together.

Quite frankly, Talons made a chill run down Mogan’s spine. Talons. Like Talons of the Emperor!? Or is that a special name for a weapon they use? Perhaps Canids?

None of these were pleasing answers. If it’s new weapon, she’d inevitably prove incompetent at, earning more of the other troopers’ mockery. If Canids, she’s never been close enough to one before to know how it would react, but based exclusively on her usual luck, it would likely end badly somehow.

But the most frightening was the slim chance that it could be actual Talons of the Emperor. The Lucifers were technically from Holy Terra so there’s a chance, even if it is a slim one, that they have some connection to Custodes and Sisters of Silence. They could have fought alongside them on many operations. But that wasn’t why she was afraid.

Voices from the past ring in her ears:

You should feel lucky to be in my presence. How dare you look at me, you filthy commoner. Stay in the back, you’ll ruin the image.

Would she even be worthy to be in the presence of someone of such stature? Would they not be insulted by her mere presence?

She’s snapped out of this thought process when Viers grabs her wrist, to stop her from rubbing her hands.



“Mogan! Get your kit. Make yourself presentable,” Viers says sternly.

Mogan nods and leaves the office to gather her things. Instructions will keep her moving for a while.

Viers frowns. Mogan is loyal and will follow any order as given. In a way that makes her the ideal trooper. But in another way it’s not out of pride but fear that she follows orders, though Viers is not sure if it’s fear of retaliation or fear of being without purpose. Now isn’t the time to ponder it either.

She turns her attention back to the Commissar-Captain, “Pardon my departure, but duty is calling. It would be poor form to not meet with the Regiment’s Guests. It would likely be bad for morale too if the Commissar didn’t show.”

Luca was out in the barracks the Lucifer's all standing by their bunks waiting for the word... Luca looked around before grabbing three tag-along troopers to do the work. One to drive, one to navigate, and one to work the gun. Letting Luca and Viers ride in the back... He hoped to the Emperor they weren't about to get into a troublesome situation. "Leona, Lektra, and Daskium armor, kit ready, and go sign me out a Taurox from the Motorpool you have fifteen!" Luca barked before glaring at the rest of the troopers who remained still waiting for orders. "While I'm gone I want you all to prep for combat drills tomorrow. You will be playing Opfor against Cadian's in a city fight simulation. So I need training gear, practice weapons, and most importantly get the grav chutes ready. Were gonna give'em a show." He smiled as the Lucifer's resounded with yes sirs and cheers, as the three carapace armored figures vanished out of the room off secure what was needed.

The rest would busy themselves whether or not Longbeach stayed around to help they would most likely avoid starting a fight at least so now Luca only had to worry introducing the Commissar and her aide to the Sister's... Throne that sounded like a bad idea when he thought about it. Still he moved to get his power sword and bolt pistol... Before pausing and deciding just incase to grab a hot-shot rifle. Keeping it wrapped he hooked it into his pack as he tugged on the powered backpack and armor over his fatigues. Trading out the beret for a sealed helm a moment later a pair of glowing red iris's looking from the eyes of the helmet. As he sheathed his sword and holstered the bolt pistol, ready to head out.