Dusk of War.

All is calm in the failing light, Captain Kreeg shivers in his command dugout a hand full of his staff beside him, gaze at the setting sun, the young Captain ponders his orders..
"How can we know what to expect sir!? They have told us so little.." Demands Lieutenant Slovak, his third in command.
The Captain turns to face his subordinate, a man even younger then himself, fresh out of the academy no doubt, he had returned from his first campaign by his age, a mere boy, how was he expected to use these men, he had only met them this morning, and now they sat upon the biggest threat to the sector in a millinia.
"Tell me sir! What should we do to prepare!
Kreeg turns to face the setting sun once more, putting his back to the young officer.
"SIR! ...your orders!" Slovak demands onces more.
"Nothing" he eventually replies under his breath .
"Sir there must be something we can do! How can we just sit here idle?"
"Those are my oders lieutenant"
"But sir!"
Turning with a such speed the lieutnant is nearly knocked off his feet in suprise, Kreeg bears down upon the with the vigour of a man possesed "Do you know what horrors lurk above this planet as we speak Lieutenant!?
Still reeling from the sudden animation of the Captain "No sir, thats why I want to know.."
The Captain turns once more to the view from out of the dugout.
"Sir please tell me what I can do to fight them, atleast tell me something about them.."
Then the relative warmth of the dugout is sucked out of the makeshift door as a man dressed in a black overcoat enters, no word is spoken to the man as he stands brushing the snow off his coat, the small glimpse of a red uniform underneath.
First to speak is the Captain, still with his back to the room, "Commissar"
The man still concerned with his appearance after a short pause replies "Captain"
"Permission to speak?" pipes up the Lieutenant as he strolls upto the man in black and presents himself bolt upright.
"Granted.." The Commissar offers.
"Sir, I believe Captain Kreeg has lost his nerve, he refuses to give us any information on what we face! Sir!"
The Commissar glances up at the Lieutenant "Is that so.."
"He also refuses to act, and issues no orders, Sir"
The Commissar nods at the young officer and turns to the Captain Kreeg.
"Sir, I believe the Captain has lost his nerve, or far worse.."
There sound of metal against damp leather as the commissar takes out his bolt pistol and cocks it.
"Sir, I believe the Captain.. "
The deafening howl of a bolt round leaving the barrel rips through the dugout.
The Commissar calmly holsters the ancient weapon back at his side. "No man shall question the will of the Emporer! Or any who serve him loyally!" The Commissar recites.
The young Lieutenants slumps to the ground with a look of shock, blood slowly trickles down his forhead.
The Commissar Kneels to pick up the shell of his bolt pistol and addresses the young officer for the last time, "No man loyal to the Emporer would want to know the horrors that Orbit this planet Lieutenant".



- Lieutenant Uskar Slovak, Helious 205th, Planetary Defence Force, First Casualty of Planetstrike weekend.


- Ollie