[x] Prepare your Knight for war and await the rest of your combat group
After your meet-up with your companions and your introduction to X9-A, you decide to give your mount the final preparations and ready yourself for the combat that should be coming about soon enough. Luckily, O'Donagh and his team have been working diligently. Your mount is fully prepared for war. The structural weaknesses have been buffered out and the paint has been reapplied. As well, your weapons are fully supplied, something that O'Donagh dryly notes is less common then your highness would think. Quite the dry wit on old O'Donagh. In the end, you sit inside your mount's throne ensuring the vox line between yourself, Alex, Vali, and the Mechanicum squadron is intact.
Shortly after this testing, the armor arrives. As the five Leman Russes and five Tauroxes enter, you get a blurt of vox chat. "Good morning, Princess." Theseus drawls. "Glad to be working with you."
You smile to yourself. "I am pleased to have you with my detachment, Honored-Captain."
Sophocles sends a quick but polite greeting. The man sounds weary, you suspect he didn't get much sleep after his work at the medical tent. The rest give you typical greetings and cold platitudes. There are varying degrees of respect given. One of the Taurox drivers gives a gruff "Morning, ma'am" apparently forgetting to switch off his vox you hear him snap "No Markos, you damn idiot, I didn't tell her 'bout you. Princess has damn better things to have in her head."
You switch of the vox yourself before you start giggling uncontrollably. It is good to have at least some familiar names in your group. As the detachment of motorbikes carrying the scout corp drive in, you receive a message from Alex. "Quite the force we have here, sister."
You return the message with a smile. "Indeed, dear sister, with this, we will flush out and slay the Orks in no time!"
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Three days later you and your forces, with much of the Kratosian Regiment behind you, have been moving across the field lands of Solannor with no Orks in sight. In fact, the only warriors to have run into any Orks have been the scout forces, who like clockwork always seem to come across a couple stragglers with every deployment. In fact, Lukanos and his band of freaks should be tuning in now. You scratch with irritation at your plug. Constant marching is hell on your mind. The machine spirit of
Righteousness is going wild with impatience. Lukanos's jovial voice drilling through you vox doesn't help. "Hello, Princess. You will be happy to know there has been a change."
You hold back a cheer. "You have found where the Ork's are massing Scout Commander?"
"Eh? Hell no. Drove for hours. Didn't find a single Ork. That's the change. No stragglers."
You manage to hold back a most unladylike groan. "I see. So be it." You slump in your throne. You take several deep breaths. After the glorious slaughter at Citadel Solannor, this is intolerable. A pack of peasant scouts has received more honor than you.
Alex comes through the vox. "Sister? What has happened."
You scowl. "It seems Commander Lukanos has run out of luck. No straggling Orks. I'm beginning to suspect we've slain the lot of them already."
Alex seems to be thinking. "I'm not sure of that, sister. General Helios wouldn't have us wasting time chasing shadows. Remember, Valmanar says they may be up to something."
You nod glumly. Though you somehow doubt Valmanar is correct in his claim that the Orks are plotting things out like actual thinking creatures, it is clear that you are being given the run around here. What do you feel should be done now?
[] Call for a meeting among the chief commanders to work through the information you have
[] Take a rest. You're exhausted
[] Keep moving
[] Write-in