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=The Tale of Commissar Phineas=
The Tritons? Yes I served with them, I was their Commissar for a year and it was the worst year of my life. I was just a regular Commissar, my squad died fighting for the emperor against the T’au. I was moved to the newest regiment called in for special ops the “Howling Tempest” or just Tritons 276th. Been told they were well disciplined and didn't expect much of a work load from them, the morning of there arrival I was sorely mistaken. I woke up to see their Commander Otis Barto passing out thick books to the other commissars that would be fighting with the Tritons. The book was bigger than an uplifting primer and I was told that I would need to study it if I wanted any chances of an easy time with his men.

Hydrodynamics, Sonar understanding, Armor and re-breather maintenance, and a big load about the crystalline structure of glass. All and more were in the book, these seem like things a Techpriest would need to know not a Commissar. I dust through the book and go to the mess hall to get an early peak at my squad, they are all eating except this guy with a big bald spot. Once they are done he eats but they have already left for the firing range, ten minutes early might I add. I get down there and see them firing, nothing out of the ordinary. So I introduce my self and the day goes on its way, until I'm given a re-breather and they all suit up in these odd suits. I want to clarify that I was told that we were getting them for aquatic support, I thought it meant some water proofed Chimeras they could drive off battle subs. What I didn’t expect was a two hour fully under water shooting practice.

After shooting I was given training on how to use there wetsuits, I was also to trade in all my bolt shells for one of their sonic weapons. The wetsuit was both more cumbersome than expected and less, I could move my limbs fine but the littlest things you do were weirdly restricted, the helmet went down to above my breast and that made reaching across my body quite difficult, I kept trying to adjust my hat out of habit and the big bolted cuffs would hit every part of me it could. Yet despite this it was somewhat comfy and I got plenty of oxygen, and under water the weight just seems to melt off. After my training I was informed by the tech priests that I would be responsible for maintaining the suits well being and making repairs in real time should an error occur, he handed me a box of incense and told me the book I was given would cover any thing I needed to know. I had paperwork to do, not much but still the Administratum has to sort something, but the whole time the armor maintenance ate at the back of my mind. When I returned to my tent I went straight to the armor section of my book and spent the night on it, the next morning I had a new respect for the cog boys.

My lack of sleep made the next day more difficult, though the Tritons mostly took care of themselves I could see them notice as I yawned and nodded off. However I was fully awake and nerves up as I suited up and went under water, so many things can go wrong with these sites, the oxygen can be set ablaze if the supply is exposed to much heat or is mistreated for example. If that didn't have me unnerved I was told I would be joining into practice my shots. Now I should note that I love my bolt pistol, it is my baby not only is it the sublime sound it makes when shooting or reloading but when I fire it I feel like an Astartes, childish for a man of my standing I know but I digress. Shooting one of their weapons is a very different experience. Your whole body resonates for a few seconds after firing it. Then it tears through what ever it hits, but you would notice it as most of the damage they inflict is internal, collapsing bone, shredding organs, and bursting blood vessels. Truly something I never hope to be on the receiving end of.

And lastly the whole timing you develop for kick back where you need a rhythm for getting the most accurate shots out is thrown off by the thickness of water in comparison to the air, I put to little or too much effort in to moving it around and it ended up just making me feel like I was a junior Commissar again. In contrast when I went to practice with my power sword, they all stuck dummies with their bayonets fine but I faced a whole new change with my sword. So if I swing it there is drag on the hilt and my arm, the blade has no such thing. But if I pull it up or to the side I have to mindful of how it's facing as the flat of the sword makes it cumbersome to pull up quickly ultimately it made my sword feel unwieldy and awkward. but after we were done and I was sore all over I sat down for so time with my quill and the papers, yet what was a decently relaxing time of the day was once again ruined as I realized how long they would be here one year at least. One year of this, forget the battles the training already brought a level of soar that I had not felt since I was a lad. do after my work was done I went to bed.

This cycle continued for about a week, until we were sent on patrol. I knew it would be under water to make sure the T'au were not up to anything untoward, but I prayed it would be on land. The Emperor has a way of testing us it seems. so there we are swimming along the floor of the ocean, the T'au are on the other side of the ocean and for that matter other side of the planet so we don't see a thing. That is until a member points out a odd moving piece of white coral, I think its a Xeno fish whatever but then I see it carrying some glass behind it. To my disappointment we go and investigate, I was ordered to give them more control in the underwater areas so I acted as a yes man to their leader (or at least most outspoken member) Private Magellan.

We kept low and slid bellies on the sand trailing this "coral" to its location, sure enough it brings us to a big glass dome under construction. It also reveals its true form as a T'au drone, the men chuckle and switch their guns to "Shatter" as they say. However I assert my authority and call a retreat so we can report on this unexpected Xeno activity. back on the shore I inform the vox operator about it and have it sent up to brass to do with it what they will.

The next day I went through my daily routine until I got court marshaled of all things, it seems my squad has reported me for "Inadequate performance". In some cruel twist of fate I am given to a commissar from there regiment and get verbally dressed down before I'm subjected to test after test of knowledge and fighting skill. After all that my Commissar she asks me "Do you want a flogging or a tattoo of your crimes?". I chose the tattoo thinking it would be on my wrists on my arm and wouldn't be anywhere to bother some, well I was wrong. We went I got a chunk of my hair shaved and pinned on my scalp was "For Lacking in skill and willingness to learn to fight for the Emperor, this ink has been put in to my flesh so that my crimes will weigh on me until I have redeemed myself."

My hat was taken and the follicles on my head were burned of so now I have no hat and a big blue bald spot, my commanding officer told me that not only were my meals going to be cut back as punishment but I must let anyone that wants to know about it know the full details. If I had a journal at the time I think I would have just filled a page with red ink. The next day at the mess I say the guy with the bald spot and asked him about it and he stood tall looked me in the eyes and said "I ate too slow wasting the emperor's time and making squad practice less. For unintentionally sabotaging the squad I was given this shame upon my flesh, and made to eat after being shown how a meal as it should be. I am a glutton, I am ungrateful, I am a shame to my squad." He didn't break concentration once while giving me that line, if I could clap for him then I would. But that would be un-fitting so I sent him on his way. After the daily routine I had a devious idea, I have been giving them breathing room and letting them move at their own pace. Well I'm going to treat them like a squad of green horns, every little detail will be scrutinized, I'll be passing out floggings like candy at Sanguinalis.

Two days later and I can't find one flaw, ONE. They stand in perfect line they march on beat like clockwork, I even pulled out the white glove and ran it across there living quarters, the classic excuse for doling out punishments. NOT A SPECK! If I didn't have my scalp shaved and burnt I think this would have made me lose hair, instead I'll be losing sleep. Castra Balæna Submarine, I hate those words.

The brass has made a plan for us to take that dome from the Xenos, we got in to a Castra Balæna Submarine (There troop transport) and were let off a mile odd form the last know construction sight. Now I will tell you about the sub because I will not forget about it, the troop compartment is hot and humid, you can feel the water swaying the sub back and forth, I almost puked out my reduced meal, it seems it's so common they have a waste tank for it. There is a leak in them I'm sure, everything is damp and there is no way its supposed to be I asked my men and they just said that's how it is. Riding in the sub makes me feel like I'm being dragged around in a bottle there is this weird sloshing and dinging sound that's just around, at first its calming but combined with everything else I can't help but find it unnerving. We were told to suit up and after that the door opened it swept me off my feet, I don't think anyone saw but it doesn't matter my ego is bruised. we get out and walked across the ocean floor to a rock formation until we receive orders, once the higher up said go the men switched there guns to "Shatter" and turned on there goggles shining blue. We go up to the dome I ask where the demolition charges are, they laugh and shoot the hell out of the dome.

This dome is just one of a dozen, but despite that when the glass shuddered and turned in to shards I felt a sense of pride at such destruction. After this we shot any earth caste in the ruins and breached the connection hall and fought some fire warriors, normally going head to head with the T'au is a bad idea but with the element of surprise our attack was quite successful. HQ called us back as submarine support was going to come in, they took out key points and we just let the domes go down on there own.

For a few months we didn't do much just practice pull my hair out finding no flaws and repeat. I can't say I miss front line combat, the fun of sticking a fire warrior with my sword is something I miss tough. A traitor was found among the regular shock troopers, he spilled some vital information and for it he was publicly executed. My men didn't have much to say about it, and that's another thing I miss. The Tritons are such stiffs, I'm a Commissar so I'm a stiff but I'm still a man, I want to hear gossip or see play some cards or literally anything. They just drill and read the uplifting primer and then they polish there guns and after that they drill some more, I wonder if this is how it's like to be attached to some Krieg troops?