PROJECT: Rico Triton, Sanctioned Psyker
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General Biakal
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General Biakal
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Snakefish North had entered its short "wet" season... three to five weeks of torrential rain broken by sporadic days of drizzle. The main basecamp of the 349th, known as The Rockery, was situated deep in the friendly zone of the south, in and around a large outcrop of volcanic rock. Biakals meeting tent was high up the outcrop, its sparse interior dominated by a situation table. Rondo looked out of the doorway and saw Captain Triton, Enochs Psyker making his way up to them, stepping lightly over duckboards just sitting proud of the sea of mud.
"Here comes Doctor Mindbullets" said Rondo, watching as Triton stopped suddenly. A trooper flew through the air in front of the psyker, thrown out of his tent in some brawl. Had Triton not stopped he too would be lying in the mud. It made Rondo uneasy.
"He hates you calling him that" said Enoch, clearing his desk of the final piece of admin; it felt strange to have an empty desk. He was looking forward to the meeting tonight: he had several hours earlier made some very specific changes to the camp on the advice of his psyker, and the time Triton had promised they would pay off was near.
It took several minutes for Triton to make his way up the path so both Generals watched the rain and rolling lightning of a storm some miles away through the open tent flap. Triton once inside seemed very relived to be out of the rain. He had a delicate, thin frame and the sunken face of a man not well. But he saluted the men as was propper and approached the desk of Enoch Biakal.
"Rico, I have done what you advised. Storage sheds A B and C have been emptied and Sentries A3 and A4 have been moved back, and the Deep Eyes team are in cover hidden by storage shed E".
"Thankyou sir. You will not be dissapointed."
"when is this 'whatever' going to happen?" interjected Rondo, gazing out in to the night.
"Now." replied Triton, absently stepping to his left. Three large explosions echoed over the rocks and a tiny piece of shrapnel tore a small neat hole through the tent and smashing a jug, covering Enochs desk with water. The hot metal shard had passed by Tritons right within inches.
"His name is Kevin Ded Good. A mid level Ork Kommando. Deep Eyes are capturing him right now. He will be in this tent within twenty minutes and will give you important information after torture. I do not wish to be here Sir, Orks have a latent energy that disrupts my powers when very close."
"Not a problem Rico, you have done all required of you tonight. And thankyou for telling me to clear my desk"
"You could alwas of moved the jug..." said Rondo, still gazing out into the rain.
"It really dosen't work like that Sir" replied the captain. "...and General Biakal was correct earlier. I DON'T like you calling me that".
With that he left. the two men left behind shared a look and prepared to greet their guest.
i have been on a massive infantry painting vibe recently, maybe due to a tiny spark of excitment from the imminent 6th edition. i have had this model for YEARS and done very little with it. I had only painted the overcoat in my old Snakebite Leather colour scheme. this explains why some of its detil os blurry as it has had white, then SBL, then white, then the new Deneb Stone colour. he fits in well with my new scheme that matches the tanks of my army much better.
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