M41.20469: Today has been.. Eventful. I have absolutely no idea how to describe what I've just seen, but I suppose I have to start somewhere, so.. The crates opened today, at four thirty PM ship-time. The whole of the old crew was there; Mordechai, Thale, even Anastasia poked her head in. Oh, and Sigmund was there of course, grinning his head off as the chronometers on the first crate ticked down the seconds. As the countdown hit zero, Thale swept forwards and struck the activation rune on the side of the crate. There was a hiss of depressurization, a gust of stale air, and the front of the crate lowered itself slowly down to the ground.. And then there was a shout from the darkness, and down the makeshift ramp marched a group of men in trenchcoats and gasmasks. There were about twenty of them in total, marching in perfect synchronicity, and they just waltzed right up to Sigmund and snapped to attention! Like they were waiting for him to order them around or something, I guess. Anyway, we open up the rest of these crates, and wouldn't you know it? Each and every single one of them has another twenty of these bloody toy soldiers living inside of it!
Sigmund sputtered out a demand for an explanation, "What is the meaning of this?!" or some other ridicuously arrogant Rogue Trader spiel, and the man he was staring at ripped off a salute so crisp I could swear I heard a little crack of thunder. "SIR, KRIEG STAND READY, SIR! WHAT ARE SIR'S ORDERS?" he bellowed. Strange accent. Didn't help that he was wearing a mask either, I suppose, but he made up for it by being ridiculously fracking loud. Sigmund obviously thought so too, as he muttered an "Er, right. Er.. Very good, nothing for now. At ease." and fled the bay as quickly as possible. I was the last out, and I swear to the Emperor himself I saw the 'leader' scratching his head. I don't think they actually know what 'At ease' means..