I put on a good face for the men, and truth be told I did have a small bit of mirth for this relatively boring (and safe) assignment. The cold was unbearable, as always, but I knew I would likely spend the majority of my time in the spacious, warm manor. At most I might step down into the utility levels beneath it that housed the power systems and the void shield generator. Even now I could see the phosphorus dome in the midst of this latest snow flurry. I was always both wary and comforted by void shields. Passing through one was a strange experience, feeling like a hot shower of ozone and static electricity, but once you were on the other side, it lifting of morale was almost as tangible as its effects on defense. Void shields were designed to halt kinetic and energy weapons traveling at a certain velocity, displacing the projectile into the immaterium. Sparks told me we didn't even know fully how such devices worked, only they did, which was only slightly discomforting. Fortunately, void shields larger than half a kilometer in radius also provided an insulation effect which would keep the ambient temperature inside the shield warmer than the surrounding environment and be relatively effective at stopping precipitation from getting in. Which meant, even outside the manor, it would go from unbearably frozen to merely frigid.
The heights around us rose like the waves falling off an ancient god, giving an archaic, almost mythic feeling to our surroundings. Before I closed the hatch, I fancied I saw a loping hirstus, one of the four legged wooly herbivores that inhabited many of the iceworlds in this segmentum. While Balor was not technically cold enough to be an iceworld, the temperatures were low enough to still accommodate creatures suited to the tundra and frozen forests of less habitable planets like Valhalla.
We passed through the barrier without incident, beyond a small chill that run up my spine. Luckily my mind was on other things, recalling what I had told the platoon before we had set out. This was likely to be an eventless limbo with the seduction of skating one's duties likely high, but it was better than getting your head blown off. They were still the 2nd Gendermes and they were in the presence of aristocracy, and they needed to keep their boots shined, their lasguns primed, and their hustle doubled timed for any problem. It was a good platitude, along with 'do your best and let the emperor do the rest,' but it had worked on him during the academy, and one thing you can count on with the Imperium. It did a hell of a good job at getting men and women ready and willing to serve and die for something. Hopefully, the latter would not be necessary, especially for a glorified kitchen patrol duty like this.
The Chimera group rolled just to the edge of the estate gardens, having already been pre-briefed there was a designated area for the armor so the treads did not sully the cobblestones. Unfortunately, when our Chimera stopped so I could disembark and direct the armor to the cordoned off area, there was a long, exquisite ground car sitting in wait. I felt I could play stupid, but anyone with any sense knew the car was waiting on myself. A butler in a black suit stood vigilant, seemingly unaffected by the weather, ready to open the door. I had to politely decline, having to say it twice so he might hear me. Even inside the shield, the wind whistled and snaked across the cold.
"Tell the Lady Arsenault I thank her for the offer, and I extend her my sincerest apologies, but I must see to the distribution of my men for her own safety, something I believe is paramount." I explained. If the Butler recited it to the letter, then she would likely be pleased, as well as not take offense. As much as I would love to be in the height of luxury, I could indulge such a vice later on. I needed to stay with my soldiers, lest I lose respect in their eyes. A lieutenant with men that neither loved nor feared them did not last very long, or at least, did not rise the ranks with any speed.
The butler was a good man, merely inclining his head and granting an 'of course' before taking the stylish vehicle back to the estate. What followed was a handful of uncomfortable minutes managing my men as they disembarked, the platoon hustling out and unloading their supplies on the small convoy that had followed in our wake, food stuffs, electronics, munitions, all set in uniform crates. Morek stood in the freeze not feeling a throne damned thing, I realized. Well, he could sit out here all he wanted. It took a good twenty minutes before I was able to find the excuse to walk inside and introduce myself to the lady, and when I did I ordered Sel and EGS1 Spade to join me. I left Morek to help the sergeants, and though Private Harmarck and Corporal Bickers were trustworthy men, they also couldn't keep their mouths shut, so I left them to haul. Pvt Elara...well let's just say I wanted to keep her out of sight from the Lady Arensault, or perhaps vice versa. Either way, I could not trust her presence either. Beyond our constant saving of one another, I knew I could trust Sel completely. Say what you will about Corporal Seldon, but she knows how to button her lip with the best of them.
The face of the estate was wide, with a short, grand stairway that led to polished white pillars framing the stained windows and grand entryway. The manor did not look as baroque as I was expecting, but to my approval it was surprisingly palladian in design. Past the carnodon statues and buttresses of cherubs, it looked surprisingly uniform and pragmatic in both expediency and defense. Speaking of which, I knew there had to be a household guard here as well, I needed to make a good impression on their captain immediately. It wouldn't do to start a fruckus on that arena either, as there was no telling how long we would be stationed here.
With a deep breath, we climbed the stairway to the oaken doors, and before we even reached level ground, they swung open.
"Corporal?" I said to Sel as we ascended, my eyes catching sight of the delectable baroness. Even in the cold, I felt my body heat rise. Even were I not to...indulge, in her advances (and that was a monumental if), I would have to entertain her or face political backlash.
"Sir?"
"Keep an eye on the men as best you can, if I am indisposed." I ordered, and sighed. "I have a feeling matters will demand my attention."