[i]The field of Mars[/i] "Claudius, your farm on Syracuse IV, describe it to me again." Tribune Quintus spoke with his counterpart who would command the Auxlilia and mercenarius. Three years younger than Quintus Tullius, the boy had inherited a large farm from his family, whenever the man was nervous, Quintus reminded him of it and the boy drew strength from it. "The wheat, it spans the hills, like a sea of gold. There's a river, I used to play in it as a boy, I built a bridge over it when my father died. He always said he meant to do it but I was never around to help him. My older sister runs it in truth, she always was a stronger person. The workers, they're all different, some eldar, some human, even a tau. They work the fields, day in day out, earning every bit of what they're payed." The younger tribune fell silent as the two kept walking, straight out of the door and onto the field of Mars. The legionnaires and Auxlilia were all arrayed in formation, they stood in armor, the legionnaires in Lorica Segmentata, and the Auxlilia in lighter flak armor. The centurions and optio kept order and rendered the salute of the Romans. The tribunes walked to the platform and ascended looking down on the men arrayed there. The sight was impressive, and the tribune was filled with pride. "My fellow Romans, Auxlilia, and those of you who accept the republic's coin, I am tribune Quintus Tullius, and this is tribune Claudius, we are the men who will fight alongside you, for the glory of the republic. The emperor of man's enemies are ours by honor, and now the vile corrupted eldar hold a vital manufactorium, and hold prisoners. We will go and take them both. They want pain, we shall show them what it feels like to die. We take no prisoners of our own, we cannot risk the corruption spreading to those eldar among the Auxlilia and local population. But the manufactorium held a great deal of loot, loot that if you can carry is yours. Roma Victor!" The last shout echoed amongst the men and the tribunes went down to inspect their men, and the mercenarius. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]