"Gangway!" shouted a trooper as a group of guardsmen jogged past towards the forward trenches.
Junior Commissar Vicktor Stell stood aside to let them pass, his black greatcoat flapping gently in the breeze coming in from the sea nearby. Stell could have stood his ground and had the men pass around him, his rank alone would allow him that courtesy, but he'd opted to simply make things easier on everyone, rather than throw a wrench in the works. Besides, he'd only been on the planet for a day or so. He'd come in on a troop transport carrying reinforcements from his own home planet, Ryksos. He'd dropped in via shuttle a few hours after the 12th and 367th Ryksos Mechanized regiments made planetfall. Stell had promptly reported to the Imperial Commissariat after landing where he'd been told rather bluntly that they had no assignment for him yet. The Lord Commissar in charge of the Claustrums Commissariat had Vicktor wait for what seemed and eternity, but could only have been no more than half an hour, before emerging and handing the Junior Commissar a dataslate that temporarily assigned him to a nearby Guard regiment. He hadn't looked at the regiment itself, but instead dashed out to their positions as soon as he spotted the unit's location.
Stell now stood by the side of the road, his eyes flickering back and forth between the dataslate in his hand and the troopers now in front of him. He sighed and looked back at the now diminishing dot of the utility truck that had deposited him on the roadside before picking up his kit bag and walking towards the regimental command bunker up ahead. Stell looked at the 'slate again and heaved a mental sigh. Of all the regiments I could've been assigned, I get landed with a 'No-Name' unit, he thought before reading the 'slate a tad closer. Oh well. Might as well give this... Imperial Legion? Might as well see what its like, I guess.
Stell straightened his shoulders, shifted his luggage on his back, and entered the bunker.