Meris Fixun felt kind of out of place in the 33rd Nightstalker Regiment. Which at that point consisted of only around three people - one of them was holding their torn banner and the second one was a Commisar. Making her the only soldier, who was set to be in attention. The entire campaign had been warmly said, a clusterfuck.

Most of their casualties had been due to either, misfire or being sent into bad engagements by some sub-commander. Which was likely the deathbell for many other Regiments here. She didn't pay much attention, when her regiment was passed by in the awards - likely so, none of the other abhuman regiments would be awarded either for their service. Which was left of them though, chances were - there were only a handful of abhumans left, not including the ogryns.

Her own survival could be contributed to the facts that - she was lucky, quick and was mostly busy dealing with wounded. Her only kills being the few orks that were missed by the initial charge, whom had decided to do some 'sneky killy staf' - only to end up with a shot through their thick skulls, before she went back to fixing the Imperium' soldiers.

It was ironic, when the Commisar was the only sane man - during their campaign as a full regiment. She wasn't sure what his name was at that, only the fact - that when the 'Misfire Incident' happened, that essentially brought their forces down to half, it was said Commisar whom had dealt with 'such a waste of Imperial resources and had said Artillery Commander executed via burning'. So in her books, he was an okay guy - minus the occasional blamming their people did. Luckily, she hadn't seen such sights on her own Regiment when their were whole, so it wasn't much of a deal.

On their way to the Munitorum - her thoughts drifted back to the Siege. Most of her fighting was done as always - forces went in, got grinded down even more with her sneaking through the fighting, killing anybody she could and rescuing whom she could. She wasn't quite sure, [i]where[/i] she had ended up - Meris had originally jumped into a more reinforced building, when an ork shell detonated near to her position - after that, all that remained outside was splashes of red goo.  

But whenever she went to circle her area for any wounded, she always managed to come across some people stll breathing. Her little 'outpost' had ended with around twenty-seven wounded inside - most of them had lost a limb, leg, or a face - but managed to still wither the storm and stay alive. She had even dragged a Commisar back to her outpost, who had taken a round into the chest - he had been rather cordial in keeping their 'bunch' in line. Or as much inline as twenty-six wounded plus one medic were able. Eventually the wounded stopped, and the rest were recovered - with the Imperium claiming victory.