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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

The Commissar
Main Tavern Floor - The Tavern

Raine awoke in her chair with a start, her scabbered painfully clattering against her leg. With a groan, the brunette-haired officer winced, clutching at the area for a few seconds, allowing both her senses to return and for the pain to subside.

Once she was sure she was fully lucid again, the took up the glass she had partaken of - seemingly hours earlier - and frowned.

"Throne of Terra; empty!" Severina cursed, banging the glass back down on the side table. "I shouldn't even be imbibing amsac whle off-duty! What's the ..." Biting down any further complaints, the Commissar gathered herself and got her cap straightened once again.

Once she was sure she was somewhat presentable - by Commissariat standards, anyway - Severina started for the tavern's front door, intending to get some fresh air before any thoughts of return crossed her mind.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Sorry for the sudden drop out I experienced over the past week, guys. My work went into a slump the past couple of weeks nd I only just got in enough pay today to settle my bills.

I'm going to have Raine say hello to Sal and Ruka - if they otherwise aren't engaged - but is there anyone else here looking for someone to bounce a few interactions off someone? I know Commissars have a reputation for being scarey, trigger-happy NKVD wanna-bes, but they're human beings too. :D

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Next post with Severina coming up shortly. She'll talk to the father-and-daughter duo in due corse ... But she has some hard stuff to knock back first.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Commissar Raine
Main Tavern Floor

Despite being somewhat miffed at Krin's flat dismissal of the Commissar's remark, Severina left the aquilas where they were and, in a trice, poured herself a glass of amsac. Drink in hand, she found herself a recently-vacated table close to - and facing away from - to the roaring hearth and took a seat, drawing the brim of her peaked cap low as she took a seat, crossing her jackbooted legs in the process and letting her sword rest against her thigh as she took a brief sip.

Occupied though she had been earlier, there were a few among the tavern's patrons tonight that had caught the studious Commissar's attention. There were multiple questions running through her mind over each of them, but without being able to establish who's who and what they were here for, Severina couldn't take action of her own. And as much as she hated and knew that a Commissar's black-and-white dogma would never fit for any situation she'd encountered across her career, one question remained prominant in her mind as beneath her cap's brim, her grey eyes lingering on one patron after another like a patient hawk:

'Ally of conveniance ... or foe fit only for destruction?'

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

I love that everyone thinks Krin is the bartender now xD @Dark Cloud

@timelord1101

Hey, Raine can't QUITE be fully faulted on her case of misidentification. After all she WAS also trying to pay for the damages her improntou arrest of her wayward Guardsmen caused! :D

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Commissar Raine - Main Tavern Floor
@Dark Cloud

Finding her way to the bar (and kindly keeping clear of the other patrons for now), Raine waited until Krin was unoccupied before - shaking her head - she fished into a trouser pocket.

"I must apologise for my ... performance, earlier," the Commissar explained in crisp High Gothic, her head bobbing briefly to one side where the table still laid keeled-over and smashed. "I'll ensure that the Guardsmen responsible for their poor discipline are severely punished."

She placed a number of Aquilas - one of the thousands of variants of Imperial world currency out there - onto the counter with an onyx-coloured glove. "For the damages and any outstanding bills my men had not paid." She thought momentarily before, placing her cap on the table - the winged skull leering above the brim - she placed another coin across to the bar. "And for the stiffest stuff you have that won't put me on the floor in one go."

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Intro done. Apologies for the broken table, but a Commissar doesn't brook insubordination or fisty-cuffs. Even if you ARE drunk!

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

The Commissar

The door to this nameless tavern banged back on iron hinges; the newest arrival on the landing heedless of the pairs of eyes that swung her way as she calmly stepped through and swung the door shut again.

She cut a menacing figure among that eclectic crowd, being clad in a severe-cut red and black uniform overcoat. An iron cuirass topped by a two-headed eagle gleamed from her chest as the remaining rain water sluiced across and down onto the floor and her knee-length jackboots. There were few identifying marks on this woman to tell exactly who or what she was. But to those who were in the know, their hearts would have sunk as the the brunette's darkened eyes glowered from beneath her peaked cap.

She was Severina Raine - Commissar, 11th Antari Rifles of the God-Emperor's Imperial Guard. And she was here to ruin someone's day.

Her gaze swept across the various tables and booths that populated the ground level until she located who she was looking for. Placing a black glove on the pommel of her power sword, she calmly strode up to one of the tables and sternly cleared her throat to the three men who sat around it.

"Gentlemen," she curtly cut in, interrupting the trio's game of cards. "You're overdue back at barracks."

The Antari Guardsmen froze. One of the men dropped the cards he was holding out of shock, while another - wisely - immediately got out of his seat and left, leaving a credit behind where he had been. The third man, back facing to the Commissar, made no move.

Severina glowered, her burrow furrowed beneath her cap's brim. "Guardsman Verrak!" she reiterated. "You will return to barracks immediately."

Verrak turned in his seat. "Naht until ah finish ma game." the man slurred, his breath reeking of overindulgence in alcohol.
"Giles, don't!" his compatriot warned, scraping his seat back in preparation to leave.
"Ah, sha' down!" Verrak rumbled clumsily to the other.

Severina's patience broke.

A hand shot forth, grabbing Verrak by the lapels and heaving him out of his seat, sending the latter violently clattering onto the floor. Verrak - despite his state - struck back, shoving the Commissar out and away from him and cracked a fist forward. Years of Scholea training took over for Raine; she ducked the clumsy blow and hammered a fist into Verrak's chest. Verrak landed, back first onto the floor, his inebriation rapidly giving way to blinding rage as - with a shout - he shot to his feet and charged forward.

A fatal mistake. A second blow sent the man flying back into his table, sending both man and the booth's contents to the floor with a violent crash. Verrak's will to fight finally gave out; concussed and bruised, he could only stare stupified as the shadow of the Commissar cut into his vision again, swallowing the tavern's lighting in his sight whole.

"90 days confinement to barracks, penal duties and loss of month's pay, Guardsman Verrak. Consider yourself fortunate that you're not up on a charge of assaulting an Astra Militarum officer!" Severina growled. She shot a glare to the other Antari and gestured to the fallen Guardsman. "Get him back to barracks, Guardsman Eckhart, or you will be joining him!"

As the two men limped out of the tavern, Severina removed her brimmed cap and shook her scarred head sadly to herself. Realising that the brief exchange of blows had caused some damage to local property, she tucked the cap underneath one of her jacket's arms and strode up to the bar counter, intending to settle the matter.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

OK, got my character app up. Hope she doesn't become a handful.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Commissar Severina Raine

Appearance

"Your lasgun’s power cell is full; you haven’t fired a shot! Jonah Vir, I find you in dereliction of your duty to the 11th Antari Rifles, to the Bales Stars Crusade and to the God-Emperor. The sentence is summary execution; do you have anything to say in your defence?"

Age:
Late-30s, Terran Standard (estimated)

Gender:
Female

Occupation:
Commissar, 11th Antari Rifles - Imperial Guard, Imperium of Man

Skills:
Knowledge and capability in military command and discipline - in line with norms of the Imperium of Man’s Commissariat and Imperial Guard - adequate markswoman and a fierce duelist. Basic survival skills, but nothing extraordinary.

Personality:
Outwardly, Severina is the picture of what a Commissar should be - no-nonsense, harsh yet fair, and an inspiration and intimidation for her fellow soldiery. Beneath that fascade, however, Severina is still a human woman; virtues, flaws and all. In particular, she does feel the weight of her responsibilities weighing on her; particular attention is paid to the names and faces of those that she has lost during the Crusade, or the faces of those she was forced to dispense the Emperor's Justice (ie: summary execution for cowardice) upon.

In short, if you are someone who is dutiful to your ideals and doesn't run when danger comes knocking, the Commissar will fight by your side. Try and hurt her, fall below her standards, or impose your beliefs on her or others she cares for and you won't even register the bolt round erupting from her sidearm 'Penance'.

Biography:
A political officer charged with the maintenance and leadership of her assigned regiment, Severina has known nearly nothing outside the cold confines of her Progeniship on Antares and the grinding years she had spent involved in the wars that criss-crossed the Bale Stars area of conflict. One of two daughters to her mother - the latter serving as the last incumbent of the title of Lord-Militant in command of this Crusade - Severina stifles her fears of failure and letting herself and her regiment down behind an iron facade of discipline and duty.

As the conflict against a Ruinous Powers cult known as 'The Sighted' - which the reclamation is charged with destroying - has ground on, Severina has allowed herself few attachments with her ward-regiment. Further and further, however, the conflict had began to show signs that not all as is what it seems. Subversion by the enemies of Man - and the vices of mankind's own flaws - were constantly everywhere; even as far as the very top of the Crusade's leadership.

Whether Commissar Raine and the 11th Antari will survive to see the Crusade's conclusion, however, is yet to be seen ...

Likes:
Nothing out of the ordinary. Just find any common ground as best one could and all will be well.

Dislikes:
Over-indulgence in vice, laxity, unnecessary fighting and cowardice. The last is usually summarily answered with a bolt round through the offender's skull, if warranted by Raine.

Fears:
Betraying her oaths of loyalty to the Imperium of Man.

Weaknesses:
Has the same likelihood of and vulnerability to falling victim to disease, death and other slings and arrows of outrageous fortune that the universe can hurl at a human being.

Other:
Information on wargear carried by Commissar Raine, for reference:
’Penance’ (Bolt Pistol)
’Evenfall’ (Power Sword)
Refractor Field Generator

Theme Song:
"Retribution (Asteria Trailer)" by Legio Symphonica