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7/13/2025, 2:15:12 PM
>be Minka Lesk
>head to the regimental canteen for recaff
>have to stand in line
>stand, just like Cadia
>"Cadia Stands!", she thinks to herself
>every step echoes discipline itself
>walls painted dull grey-green, the most loyal shade known to man
>praise the Emperor
>canteen layout perfectly efficient, every table placed with military precision
>must be Cadian design, no off-worlder could achieve this level of utilitarian majesty
>get in queue, it's every guardsman exactly 1.5 meters apart
>Guard discipline? No, it's CADIAN discipline
>pass some Mordians sitting like they're posing for a parade
>cute, but forced
>Cadians? They're better, naturally stoic, grim and efficient
>born soldiers
>Cadia Stands!
>recaff machine is standard-issue Mark XVII
>filters well cleaned, probably by a Cadian by the look of it
>grab tin mug, standard Cadian issue — weighty, reliable, slightly dented from suppressing a heretic
>sip recaff
>tastes like duty, grit and promethium
>perfection
>Cadia brews!
>catch reflection in steel wall
>purple eyes
>Emperor gave me these to better see the weakness in non-Cadians
>the planet broke before the (Cadian) guard did!
>pass by Kriegsman
>stares blankly and says nothing
>must be in awe of my superior Cadian discipline
>squadmate says “mornin', Lesk”
>our purple eyes lock
>nod once
>acknowledgment: delivered
>superior Cadian communication requires no wasted syllables
>in war every wasted word could be the difference between life and death
>commissar walks in
>tries to ask for “tea”
>get secondhand embarrassment
>this is a battlefield, not your schola reunion, Commissar von Fancypants
>sit down
>Cadia sits!
>take another sip
>recaff is still hot
>just like our Vengeance!
give this woman another mini
>head to the regimental canteen for recaff
>have to stand in line
>stand, just like Cadia
>"Cadia Stands!", she thinks to herself
>every step echoes discipline itself
>walls painted dull grey-green, the most loyal shade known to man
>praise the Emperor
>canteen layout perfectly efficient, every table placed with military precision
>must be Cadian design, no off-worlder could achieve this level of utilitarian majesty
>get in queue, it's every guardsman exactly 1.5 meters apart
>Guard discipline? No, it's CADIAN discipline
>pass some Mordians sitting like they're posing for a parade
>cute, but forced
>Cadians? They're better, naturally stoic, grim and efficient
>born soldiers
>Cadia Stands!
>recaff machine is standard-issue Mark XVII
>filters well cleaned, probably by a Cadian by the look of it
>grab tin mug, standard Cadian issue — weighty, reliable, slightly dented from suppressing a heretic
>sip recaff
>tastes like duty, grit and promethium
>perfection
>Cadia brews!
>catch reflection in steel wall
>purple eyes
>Emperor gave me these to better see the weakness in non-Cadians
>the planet broke before the (Cadian) guard did!
>pass by Kriegsman
>stares blankly and says nothing
>must be in awe of my superior Cadian discipline
>squadmate says “mornin', Lesk”
>our purple eyes lock
>nod once
>acknowledgment: delivered
>superior Cadian communication requires no wasted syllables
>in war every wasted word could be the difference between life and death
>commissar walks in
>tries to ask for “tea”
>get secondhand embarrassment
>this is a battlefield, not your schola reunion, Commissar von Fancypants
>sit down
>Cadia sits!
>take another sip
>recaff is still hot
>just like our Vengeance!
give this woman another mini
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