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poly_chromatic2014-01-18 02:49 pm
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Commissar's Log Entry #2: Lodgings Secured [video]
[Cain sits in front of the camera nervously. Being out of uniform for anything but pajamas is an alien sensation. Not only is he out of his Commissarial uniform for the first time in the city, but he's out of it and on camera.]
Well everyone... This is Commissar Ciaphas Cain again. Since the time I sent out a distress signal I haven't heard anything back and, from everyone that I've talked to, it looks like I won't be hearing anything anytime soon. That wouldn't be half as sad if it wasn't for the fact that there's not a single other person from the Imperium here. Though we're all speaking the same language nearly nothing I say makes any sense to anybody. I might as well be speaking in binary for all the good it does. I was pleasantly surprised, though, to discover that, while I'm still sure I was snatched out of the warp, this city doesn't seem to be a hive of alien and heretical monsters waiting to devour me.
[Cain shudders unpleasantly and discretely looks around, as if someone were watching him]
With some advice from the people on this micro data-slate [he points at the towards the camera] I got myself to a welcome center where they set me up with some food and pointed me in the right direction to get lodging and furnishings. I hadn't realized just how much I depended on Jurgen to do all this menial stuff. Having to make my way through a veritable labyrinth hunting for furniture shops and looking through apartments has definitely given me anew appreciation for his magical ability to rustle up luxuriant rooms and food though.
Well, anyways, I managed to find lodging for myself that I liked. It's minimalistic, but I've definitely had worse before. Over the past week or so I've cleaned the place top-to-bottom, [Which given the fact that I'm a frakking "Hero of the Imperium" I never should have had to do], hunted through dusty back-alley furniture stores for furniture that's actually Imperial in style, and arranged everything in a manner that's professional enough to put my mind at ease. Now all I need is Jurgen and Amberly for a housewarming party... [Cain looks sadly at the camera for a second before rallying] Well, let's see the house!
[Cain grabs the camera and walks slowly around the house. It's a neatly-furnished two-bedroom apartment. What would be the living room has been arranged in a manner that it serves as a reception area and office, despite Cain not having any work to do. A desk and chair waits close to the front door and a coat rack sits to one side of it.]
This will be where I receive visitors and attend to whatever work I wind up doing.
[He moves past the desk to a lounge area with couches and a coffee table.]
This is the living area. It was weird to build. I haven't had a living room since I was a kid.
[The camera moves into the kitchen and an odd mix of utilitarian metal dishes and ultra-ornate dishes comes into view. The kitchen is clean and organized but, very obviously, little-used.]
This is the kitchen. It was hard to get my hands on more normal dishes so, after a little looking, I got my hands on a couple sets of fancy and...not fancy.
[The camera moves back towards the bedrooms and it becomes clear that only the larger one is being used. The bedroom is the most ordinary of all the rooms asides from four-poster bed dominating one side of room. A wardrobe, dresser, and end table all rest against the wall on the other side of the room and, in contradiction to Cain's normal tastes, framed quotes from the Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer sat on the wall.]
This, obviously, is my room. Now you've seen the whole house. It's not much but, in an alien city like this, it'll have to do. I'm in apartment 597 in building 12 so, if you're a neighbor or just want to drop by, you know where to find me.
Commissar Cain out.
Well everyone... This is Commissar Ciaphas Cain again. Since the time I sent out a distress signal I haven't heard anything back and, from everyone that I've talked to, it looks like I won't be hearing anything anytime soon. That wouldn't be half as sad if it wasn't for the fact that there's not a single other person from the Imperium here. Though we're all speaking the same language nearly nothing I say makes any sense to anybody. I might as well be speaking in binary for all the good it does. I was pleasantly surprised, though, to discover that, while I'm still sure I was snatched out of the warp, this city doesn't seem to be a hive of alien and heretical monsters waiting to devour me.
[Cain shudders unpleasantly and discretely looks around, as if someone were watching him]
With some advice from the people on this micro data-slate [he points at the towards the camera] I got myself to a welcome center where they set me up with some food and pointed me in the right direction to get lodging and furnishings. I hadn't realized just how much I depended on Jurgen to do all this menial stuff. Having to make my way through a veritable labyrinth hunting for furniture shops and looking through apartments has definitely given me anew appreciation for his magical ability to rustle up luxuriant rooms and food though.
Well, anyways, I managed to find lodging for myself that I liked. It's minimalistic, but I've definitely had worse before. Over the past week or so I've cleaned the place top-to-bottom, [Which given the fact that I'm a frakking "Hero of the Imperium" I never should have had to do], hunted through dusty back-alley furniture stores for furniture that's actually Imperial in style, and arranged everything in a manner that's professional enough to put my mind at ease. Now all I need is Jurgen and Amberly for a housewarming party... [Cain looks sadly at the camera for a second before rallying] Well, let's see the house!
[Cain grabs the camera and walks slowly around the house. It's a neatly-furnished two-bedroom apartment. What would be the living room has been arranged in a manner that it serves as a reception area and office, despite Cain not having any work to do. A desk and chair waits close to the front door and a coat rack sits to one side of it.]
This will be where I receive visitors and attend to whatever work I wind up doing.
[He moves past the desk to a lounge area with couches and a coffee table.]
This is the living area. It was weird to build. I haven't had a living room since I was a kid.
[The camera moves into the kitchen and an odd mix of utilitarian metal dishes and ultra-ornate dishes comes into view. The kitchen is clean and organized but, very obviously, little-used.]
This is the kitchen. It was hard to get my hands on more normal dishes so, after a little looking, I got my hands on a couple sets of fancy and...not fancy.
[The camera moves back towards the bedrooms and it becomes clear that only the larger one is being used. The bedroom is the most ordinary of all the rooms asides from four-poster bed dominating one side of room. A wardrobe, dresser, and end table all rest against the wall on the other side of the room and, in contradiction to Cain's normal tastes, framed quotes from the Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer sat on the wall.]
This, obviously, is my room. Now you've seen the whole house. It's not much but, in an alien city like this, it'll have to do. I'm in apartment 597 in building 12 so, if you're a neighbor or just want to drop by, you know where to find me.
Commissar Cain out.
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Most the time I'm either holed up in a stateroom aboard some naval spaceship with just enough room to sleep and do paperwork, or I'm in a tent or temporary shelter near the battlefield. Life in the Guard isn't really big on luxuries until you get high up in the brass.
I haven't held regular housing since I lived back in the hive. Ever since they too me to the Schola Progenium it's always been barracks, squadbays, staterooms, or any other variety of military quarters you can think of.
[ Not that I even know what to do with it now that I have it...]
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[This is possibly the only thing from the explanation that Curt pays any attention to.]
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They're all old designs though. Depending on what time you come from, you may already have ships like them. Ours are just a lot... gaudier then pre-Imperial ships are supposed to have been.
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If mankind just got to the moon, then I can guarantee you that life as you know it is going to change. I'm not sure how much everyone's "worlds" deviate from each other but, if it's even remotely similar to my history, you're in for some fun.
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Besides, in the event that more Imperials find there way to the city, they'll have someplace to go. Hopefully I can find an aide while I'm here in the city though. [As much of a basdack move as it it's to replace Jurgen, I'm somewhat lost without one. It would only be a temporary arrangement of course.]
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Something tells me you were quite the important figure head in your world. Far more than the ones back in my world.
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I was well respected as a Commisar and a soldier, yes, but I only ever did as much as my duty to The Emperor demanded. That's something expected of all Guardsmen and loyal subjects of The Empire, though. The Emperor has just blessed me with the opportunity to do more in his name than most get to. A simple soldier like me has no use for fame but, sadly, that doesn't stop the Munitorum from turning me into propaganda. I take solace in thinking maybe my undeserved celebrity will inspire others to devote themselves to serving The Emperor.
[Nailed it. Frakk I'm good! "A simple soldier like me has no use for fame"? Classic!]
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My, my. Humble, aren't we?
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[Oh he just HAD to call me out. People just aren't buying the "humble commissar" thing anymore. Cain becomes irritated at Raikov's unwillingness to but into his act, but hides it admirably]
A Commisar with an ego is a thorn in the side of The Emperor.
[The irony that nearly all Commissars are hugely egotistical isn't lost on Cain, and he can't help but crack a small smirk]
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The ones who do don't last long. People in The Imperium learn to exist within the system or they don't live to a very old age.
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And how would you know that? [He smiles wryly] Come to think of it I don't think I caught your name.
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[Raikov smirks, absent-mindedly playing with a lock of his hair]
Ivan Raidenovitch Raikov. I apologize for not introducing myself sooner.
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What exactly is a Valhallan?
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I've heard of Russia, but what's this Soviet Union? [It's ONE world. How can there be so many blasted places?]
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[That sounds... lovely, actually.]
The Soviet Union is another name for Russia when we overthrew the Emperor.
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So in your future you overthrew The Emperor? [This must've been that "dark time in Russian history" Mr. Chekov was talking about...] That's... that's... that's something.
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No. Before I was born is when it happened.
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So.. what's society like now that The Emperor has been deposed? And what became of Him after the revolution?
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I think it goes beyond even that. I think that politics never change. The Orks, the Eldar, even the Tau all have their own unique forms of curruption and it's ironic that they all point the finger at each other when it comes time for a regime change.
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No... they're different species.
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Perhaps in your world. But not all worlds are the same.