Imperial Guard (WG) The 103rd Atachilian Reserves

There is a common saying in the imperial guard, that kit comes in too sizes.
Too big, or too small.
In effect, this owes itself to the common standardisation of forge worlds and production blocks, each producing armours and clothes set to mean standards of the local segmentum’s average heights, masses, foot sized and bodily morphology, so that while a good forge master may account for many different sizes, the guardsman tends to only find the two.
In some especially rare instances, two sizes alone may not present themselves. Often as the result of abhuman traits or particularly unique, and thereby unconsidered morphologies.
One instance of such happens to be the 103rd Atachilian Reserves. A female regiment standard drawn from the ice world of Atachilia, which typically provides two other regiments per tithing due to overpopulation, with the Reserve being made up of those forces seen as unfit for combat duty.
Due to cultural and environmental nature as a resource low world of biting cold and high physical exertion, members of the population have adapted to a hyper-efficiant digestive system and low metabolism. Typically, this kind of adaptation is seen as ideal in imperial forces, as soldiers can survive for longer without food, and still function to a standard, and when fed normal amounts are capable of heightened combat ability. Even the vaunted warriors of the Adeptus Astartes, boast of a similar adaptation to fuel their extremely active physiology.
In less disciplined regiments however, in particular the Atachilian Reserves, this adaptation reliably results in extremely impressive displays of obesity, even for their sturdy people, once the Regiment has left the planet.
Typically, this is corrected somewhat, once the Commissariat gains placement in the Regiment, though the obesity is rare to correct fully, and the resulting regiment can be deployed to moderate effect in garrison or patrol regards.
However, in the case of the 103rd, the transport ship “Lockheads Whale” they were posted to had developed a shipboard culture, an occurrence common to the myriad tribes and societies located in such large bulk hauler craft, where lineages of void born may live and die and succeed each other. In this instance, the culture came with a sexual selective preference for individuals of mass or bulk, seeing them as more healthy, fertile, successful or sexually erotic.
The 103rd, already spilling out of their kit, or unable to do up their uniforms over their bodies at the time, took on an almost fetishistic role to the crew of “Lockheads Whale”.
Three Commissars were dispatched to the regiment, under the guidance of Commissar Perulan Devatos, whom based on his recovered log files, did not approve of the state of the guardswomen presented to him. An excerpt is presented within this summary to detail his personal opinion, but also more adequately describe the regiment.
-Commissar Preulan Devatos. Memoirs.

“The sight of them is an affront to the good image of his Imperial Hammer! It is almost a miracle how a bunch of women, Guardswomen no less, can be so comedically immense. They barely seem human with such heavy jowls and bloated forms and the sweat! It’s a testament to the glory of the human form that they’re still able to walk under all that bulk, though they puff and wheeze and cough and splutter for air, whining and grunting and snorting like pigs under the terrible exertion of wobbling themselves forward.
They can’t even dress themselves in their own uniforms. They wear these skirts, made from strips of dyed cloth that hold enough material for a man to sleep under, yet still cannot give them dignity. Their flak armour hangs from around where a neck would be on any human woman, and sits over their fatty sternum's like a feeding bib for an infant, while their buttoned shirts, far too small to close across their bodies, barely sit over their sagging breasts by some mixture of luck and gravity. Their bellies sag down past their knees, and thrust out from their bodies far enough to move and sway independently of the rest of their soft bodies.
Arguably the worst of it comes from the damn ship crew though. At least the Lieutenant in charge, a woman called Alexia, whom I refused flatly to respect in any kind of command sense, at least had the awareness to look ashamed of herself and her mockery of a Regiment. The ship crew seem to treat the sweating insults to Imperial might like they’re Saints sent by the Emperor himself. They have youths and aids who carry their lazguns for them! Who carry food for them and help them to shamble their immensity from point A to B! Children rub their bellies for luck, while any crew member pampers them at any provocation.”
From here, Commissar Devatos devolves into an increasingly emotional rant on his dislike for the shipboard culture, irritation at his duties, and plans to rectify the issue, which did seem to excessive cruelty.
It is believed that Commissar Devatos, along with his contingent, were slain shortly after arrival by disgruntled shipmen, as no further reports were found, and a dock workers report of a docked ship matching the “Lockheads Whale”, seemed to confirm women of a similar size.
-Dockworker Ishmael Jennings. Report 126428/2389402.03

“I mean, it aint that weird, ya know. Voidborn ‘nd ship crews ‘nd all all have their things goin’ on in ‘em. Part o’ why I like the job. See all kinda people. This one, I was just done makin’ sure there was a good connection between a couple a servo’s, and I come across a bunch o’ crew standing around this one figure. Big las, an’ I mean big big lass. Was only her movin’ her arms around that told me she was actually a person, she looked like loose storage an’ there weren’t many clear give-aways. She had this big ol’ gut, going down to where I guessed her shins would be, an’ the rest o’ her weren’t any smaller I tell you that. It looked like they were trying’ to help the lass get up. Weren’t haven’ an easy time of it though, ’specially not her, she was red and sweating all over and in a fair bit of distress, where a lot of ‘em were trying to calm her down. I’d a taken half a look and gone for the power lifter myself, digression be damned she was a damn big lass. Funny sight, had a chuckle a bit, but I moved on.”
This would seem to suggest the 103rd Atachillian Reserves regiment did not undergo remedial training, and remains currently at large, pun intended. While this case is concerning in some regard, the effort and resources required to track down and perform remedial training on the regiment, would exceed the predicted best case results the regiment could provide for the Imperium, and thus, convenience and practicality would have us forget them, as their influence is low, and the chances of corruption is negligible in practical measures. But their example can serve some measure to provoke thought and prepare members of the order for exposure to myriad cultures and situations, and thusly are included in these annals.
-Inquisitor Jennita Leshy, Ordo Hereticus. ‘The myriad Military Cultures of the Imperium."

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