Taking the Triple
I never knew who my father was growing up. I mean on Averneus that makes very little difference to one's life experience as chances are pappy'll probably be murdered by the wildlife or a witch pretty soon anyway, but still, I never even knew who he was. Most people at least have pictures, a few videos, hand me down weapons, and old medals.
Anyway, this small difference in upbringing didn't alter my life at all significantly, and I grew up happily surrounded by my mother and her large extended family in Lindon.
I took to Avernite life like a temple cat takes to crushing spiders, led my company in youth militia, and was one of a very select few to be allowed to take the triple. Taking the triple is an institution afforded to those young Avernites who show incredible military potential at a young age, and to get those individuals into the Helguard, where they belong.
Pdf boot camp was a breeze. Most of the kit was familiar, I was top of my class physically and mentally, and I got through with full marks. Assigned light infantry. No surprises there, since Mum first took me into the wild age 9 and I'd been out at least once a week since. Helltroopers was harder, but I still graduated second top of my class. I was later told the top graduate had turned out to be a latent psyker and she had been shipped off to the university. Hope she does well. This knowledge however skimmed through my mind as hurriedly I prepared for Helguard boot.
Now, I won't lie to you, Helguard Boot is harder than adamantine. Weeks spent in areas of Averneus where life is best described as a constant horrific fighting retreat, sprinkled with wrestling training from men who could dismember an Ork unarmed, all tinged with the constant numb pain of sleep deprivation.
The anti-psyker training was the worst. A shuttle took us to the city of glass, and we were hurried into a small, dark room with arcane equipment hanging from the cellings. We were then ordered to hold our position, and given practice lasguns.
What followed was emperor knows how long of the worst nightmare you've ever had. They pushed our minds as far as they could go, and suddenly let off, let us think we were done. Then, after a too short moment, it started again. I don't know how I made it through that period of utter horror, but I did, and now weak witches do not scare me in the same way that they used to.
My receipt of a small white and green striped letter upon my entry into the Helguard was a suprise. It was unmarked, except my name, and a small image of a tiger. I opened it up and read...