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You are Trooper Catherine (Cat) Thorn.
It has been about one month since you survived your first day of combat on Damnatum Lutum, which coincided with the brutal climax of several months of grueling trench warfare. Since then, your regiment has been reorganized, reequipped, and tasked with maintaining law and order in the ruined city of Groxbridge as streams of refugees return to slowly rebuild it.
Your days are split between doing drills, guarding rich people’s property, and occasionally trying to hunt down pockets of Orks, Gretchin, Chaos insurgents, assorted other heretics, criminals, squatters, and looters still lurking in the deepest parts of the city.
Conditions have been less than ideal.
The city is roasting in the hottest summer on record. You have lost more than a few friends to ambushes and sniper fire. And you can’t help but feel that most of the city’s problems stem from High Command’s decision to help prop up the corrupt and out of touch elite at the expense of the far more numerous indentured workers and working poor.
As a result of all this training and fighting, you:
>Have learned you kind of suck at being a soldier, but are also very lucky.
>Have become borderline competent.
>Have discovered you are a natural born warrior.
>Have discovered that you are unnaturally good at fighting, in ways that the Commissariat may not appreciate.
You continue to struggle with depression due to lost friends, your removal from your (likely destroyed) home world, the knowledge your own long term survival is far from assured, and your sinking suspicions that things on the Groxbridge front are far worse than they seem. As a result:
>You have become even more obnoxiously cheerful (with the occasional help of looted anti-depressants).
>You have become jaded and cynical.
>You have become alcoholic and insubordinate.
You carry out your orders with:
>The blind rigidness of someone appropriately scared of drawing the ire of senior officers or the Commissariat.
>An eye out for any opportunity to gain the blessings (and donations) from the city’s wealthy elite, as well as aid your own officers in gaining said blessings.
>Bitter indifference.
>A lazy and lax attitude.
>An interest in improving the lives of the common folk whenever possible, even if it means breaking a lot of rules and/or outright heresy.
Previous thread here:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5200115/
Story based on the Damnatum Lutum story/setting developed on /tg/. See here for details:
https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Battle_of_Damnatum_Lutum
It has been about one month since you survived your first day of combat on Damnatum Lutum, which coincided with the brutal climax of several months of grueling trench warfare. Since then, your regiment has been reorganized, reequipped, and tasked with maintaining law and order in the ruined city of Groxbridge as streams of refugees return to slowly rebuild it.
Your days are split between doing drills, guarding rich people’s property, and occasionally trying to hunt down pockets of Orks, Gretchin, Chaos insurgents, assorted other heretics, criminals, squatters, and looters still lurking in the deepest parts of the city.
Conditions have been less than ideal.
The city is roasting in the hottest summer on record. You have lost more than a few friends to ambushes and sniper fire. And you can’t help but feel that most of the city’s problems stem from High Command’s decision to help prop up the corrupt and out of touch elite at the expense of the far more numerous indentured workers and working poor.
As a result of all this training and fighting, you:
>Have learned you kind of suck at being a soldier, but are also very lucky.
>Have become borderline competent.
>Have discovered you are a natural born warrior.
>Have discovered that you are unnaturally good at fighting, in ways that the Commissariat may not appreciate.
You continue to struggle with depression due to lost friends, your removal from your (likely destroyed) home world, the knowledge your own long term survival is far from assured, and your sinking suspicions that things on the Groxbridge front are far worse than they seem. As a result:
>You have become even more obnoxiously cheerful (with the occasional help of looted anti-depressants).
>You have become jaded and cynical.
>You have become alcoholic and insubordinate.
You carry out your orders with:
>The blind rigidness of someone appropriately scared of drawing the ire of senior officers or the Commissariat.
>An eye out for any opportunity to gain the blessings (and donations) from the city’s wealthy elite, as well as aid your own officers in gaining said blessings.
>Bitter indifference.
>A lazy and lax attitude.
>An interest in improving the lives of the common folk whenever possible, even if it means breaking a lot of rules and/or outright heresy.
Previous thread here:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5200115/
Story based on the Damnatum Lutum story/setting developed on /tg/. See here for details:
https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Battle_of_Damnatum_Lutum
