Chapter 1
Many years I have sat and ruminated on the subject of love. This is one of mans greatest mysteries. Traveling the Imperium through out the years that I have lived with the Emperor's Hammer (Imperial Guard), I have discovered that man has lost its openness to love or at least my rank has. A Commissar has no room for love when he is molded in the Commissariat. Where he is train not to love but to judge and advise, to act with out question.
Such my training was that I became a loyal servant, which will be until the day I die. But on my recent stay to the planet Lendon IV (one rock of a planet I might add) I came too this mystery of love. As I was performing my routine tasks of filling out paperwork and wasting away my day with fruitless lunches with field commanders and generals, I received a call from the local PDF (Planetary Defense Force).
Apparently one of the regiments station here started a fight with another, to say truth the Cadian Airborne I am station with started a fight with Steel Legion. I praise the Emperor for it got me out of a dead end boring lunch with the fat balding general. My aid had a driver dispatch us to the place in question with due haste. I was not surprised to find it was the local tavern.
We pulled up just in time to see one of the officers in my regiment go flying trough a window and sprawled out in the street. Just great I though for my regiment is getting their arses kicked in too.
"Sergeant what in the warps going on in there!" yelling at the Sergeant getting out of the ground car which was my ride.
"Hey Captain." Responded the man lying in the middle of the street.
Things just got better I though, for I found the man that started the fight, a Sergeant by the name of Buagh, a man I had to throw in the stockade more than once. He so dutifully nicknamed named me Captain (which I resent, for I am a Commissar the most feared rank in the Imperial Guard).
"Same old same old Captain, just another one of those bar fights." He said getting up on his feet.
"Thanks for some more work, I just have to say Buagh if they don't kill you one day then I will." walking to the door of the tavern with my bolt pistol drawn.
Now this is the part of the job I hate, walking into a room with a bunch of brawling Guardsmen fighting over who knows what. I have to say I hate this because of one thing, I am a despised ranking officer and that they are all inching to kill something. That comes from the ungodly wait for the enemy to arrive.
Well to say the least the brawl was just ending, a Sergeant form the Steel Legion told me that my infamous Sergeant Buagh said insults to get both sides fighting as usual. After about ten fifteen minutes I told my aid (which I have failed to mention his name, Trooper McDowell) to take and have the Sergeant thrown in the stockade.
That is when I discovered the lovely café across the street. After consulting my aid, I felt like having something good to eat other than that warp spawn hell the general was eating. On the inside it was quite quit, something I like but rarely get with such a nuisance of a Sergeant.
I sat at one of the tables and a lovely little waitress came and took my order. She was really lovely, her name being Andrea. She brought me my tea and soup that's when my curiosity hit me. Out of the blue I asked her to sit with me and have some lunch. She complained that her boss would get mad but I easily took care of that.