By Watcher_Of_The_Sea 24
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You are a commissar in the Tethronion 2nd, a historied regiment of the Astra Militarum that hails from a hive world where the commissioned officers all come from the upper crust of society. You were recently assigned from such lauded crop to this much-craved post, straight out of the Schola Progenium, at the start of a brutal campaign to put down a rebel force that had seized control of a vital agri-world.
For the last six months, you have heard tales of a veteran sergeant serving in your platoon, a man who has defied the odds countless times and won many victories in the face of almost certain defeat. And you craved him. You wanted to take this man, this mere scab from the underhive who dared win glory beyond his capability, and break him under you.
But no matter how many of his fellow soldiers you flogged, whipped, or even executed over even the most minor infractions, he did not give you just cause to feel him break at your hand.
Now, you have heard that your platoon is going to lead the charge in a frontal assault that will likely end in death... and you are done being patient.
