From the heart of the jungle comes a savage cry of victory. This is Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. From the black core of dark Africa, land of enchantment, mystery and violence comes one of the most colorful figures of all time. Transcribed from the immortal pen of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan, the bronzed white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of Hunter's Fury. In the background one could hear the trumpeting of an elephant, the howling of a hyena, the roar of a lion. And yet this was no tangled jungle, but a collection of concrete and steel buildings that made up the zoo of a modern American city. One of the buildings housed the administrative offices, and Douglas Hamley, a young assistant curator, occupied a tiny cubicle on the second floor. At the moment he wore a look of pain and consternation, almost as though he were to face to face with one of his savage charges. But actually he was alone in his office, and he was merely talking on the telephone. Talking? Well, for the most part, he was listening. Yes, dear. Yes, I know, but... No, but Esther, we can't afford it. No, we're overdrawn now. Well, I'll try to dig up the money somewhere, but... Hello? Hello?  Riggs, where did you come from? Well, that doesn't mean you can storm in here like you owned a place. Oh, take it easy, Doug. I didn't mean to intrude on some private matter between you and your wife. The door was open, and I... I'm sorry. I guess it's just that Esther's got me on edge. She keeps forgetting about the size of my salary. She's got sort of fancy ideas. Don't they all? See, talking about fancy ideas, we finished building that stone archway for the special new polar bear cage. I thought you might like to okay it. Well, I can't get over there for a while. I've got a sick panther cub I've got to take a look at. But, incidentally, Riggs, it's not a cage. The man who's contracting the job ought to know that. Well, I keep forgetting there's not an iron bar and the whole contraption. But it seems sort of automatic to call a place where you keep animals a cage. If I had any, I'd put my own money into improving the quarters for all the animals. No iron bars, no concrete floors, no cages. Only natural barriers like pits or water to keep the animals on the inside from the animals on the outside. Well, this animal sure hopes they build a million of these fancy contraptions. I'm making a nice profit on the deal. I sure appreciate you're putting the good word in for me. Your bid was the lowest and your specifications were the best. There was no reason why I shouldn't have insisted on your getting the job, Riggs. Well, Doug, I hope you won't take it wrong, but about that phone call I borrowed is done on... Yes? Well, it looks like you're in a little hot water financially. I'd be glad to help you out with a couple hundred bucks. Thanks just the same, Riggs, but I'll manage somehow. I heard you say you tried to dig up the money. Well, what's a good friend of yours? He won't give you some dough. Give me? No, I couldn't accept a gift. But, of course, a loan of about 200 would help me out of a tough spot. Oh, that's more like it.  Then we'll walk down and take a look at that swell job you threw my way. I'll meet you there right after I've taken a look at that sick panther cub. Thousands of miles away, deep in the heart of the African jungle, at exactly the same moment, another man nucked by the side of an ailing panther cub. And while Tarzan poured healing herbs into the animals' wounds, Torgull, his small native friend, looked at him curiously. Why, you do that, Tarzan?  Unless we do something, he'll die. Tarzan will know that. Not what he means. You mean, why am I going to all this trouble to save his life? The deal. Tarzan often kills she to the panther. Why not kill this one? I've often told you, Torgull. I kill only when a jungle animal threatens my life or when I need food.  Tarzan kill every animal in jungle? No. I have plenty of help.   Tarzan got me bad. No, no, no. Not all white men are bad, but they don't realize that when they kill more than they need for food, when they fired every living thing that crosses their path, they're destroying the jungle. Destroy? The animals furnish our food. We make clothing and shelter of their hides. Their skins are used for our sleeping mats, and they feed on the rodents and insects that prey on our fields. Once Africa's animals are gone, we too are doomed. Animals gone soon? Well, many kinds of animals are already extinct. That means that there are no more of them. That's why we must nurse sick animals back to health, and why we must fight the white men when they come to kill. The Panther cub Tarzan nursed was soon healthy and strong again, and so was the cub Douglas Hanley had nursed. But the troubles of civilized life were more complex than those of the jungle, and now Douglas Hanley was faced with a serious threat. It was in the form of his friend, Herbert Riggs. Did you see that newspaper article about the animals? I gave the reporter the information. Then it's true that an African elephant's worth $6,000, that a giraffe brings $4,000, a hippopotamus is worth $5,000, and that a white rhinoceros is good for $15,000? Of course it's true. Good specimens are almost unobtainable these days. You know all about animals, don't you, Doug? Well, it's been my life's work. And you stand in with these zoo officials. They'd contract for any animals you'd bring back. That I'd bring back? I'm not a hunter, Riggs. Yeah, I know. You and I go to Africa. Oh, but that's ridiculous. We're not... Well, it ain't ridiculous to me. There's a million in the racket, and you ain't turning me down. I'd like to oblige you, but my work's here in the zoo. And if you don't give me the OK on this deal, you won't have a job here. What do you mean, Riggs? Just this. I've got a cancel check I made out to you for $200. But I paid you back in cash. And you didn't get a receipt. If I should give my version, you didn't pay it back. You got me that job building the polar bear contraption. And that was your ray call. Why, you... Now, easy, easy. I suppose it would look like that. We'll contact every other zoo in the country, too. We'll supply them all. When we get back home, there won't be an animal left in the African jungle. In just a moment, we'll continue with our story of Hunter's Fury. Many months had passed since Tarzan had nursed the Panther Cub back to health, and he was on his way to the Punya village once again. He traveled rapidly through the upper level of jungle growth, and at his side, leaping from branch to branch, was Nakima, the tiny monkey, who looked upon Tarzan as a god. From time to time, Nakima scurried off on expeditions of his own. Now, as Tarzan dropped from the tree inside the Boma of the Punya Crawl, the chattering monkeys scampered away.  Jumbo, Tarzan. Why Manu run away? Oh, he distrusts men. The only reason he accepts me is that he thinks I'm half monkey. Is right for animals distrust men, for men distrust animals, not right other way. What are you getting at? Tarzan, member of Panther Cub, he saved after Borgani, the gorilla killed Panther's mama. Of course. When Tarzan leave Punya village, they play Torgo keep on like nurse to Panther. Well, I can see nothing wrong in that. I'm happy that Torgo's begun to realize that animals can be our friends as well as our enemies. Panther and Torgo, too much good friends now. Everywhere Torgo walk, Panther come. Now Panther grow large, is dangerous. Already, he claw Mama Nagama, not want Torgo's own mama touching. I'll see what I can do about that jealous Panther. Nadia, Tarzan do something. For Sita, the Panther killed someone of tribe. Torgo, can't you see that he is dangerous? He's even snarling at me. Not do anything if Torgo tell him not to. Perhaps you're right, but I... Is right. Watch. Sita, not make noise. Quiet.  Well, you do seem to have him well trained. Now lie down, Sita. Well, that's wonderful. You've done a marvelous job of training him, Torgo.  Yes, but that because Torgo left him alone. Not leave him again. Sita not hurt anyone when Torgo with him. But you can't be with him night and day and a grown Panther is after... Tarzan! Tarzan! I'm inside the Hema. Come in, Mabuki. Tell me, Chief Tarzan is here and Chief says he's here. Watch out, Mabuki! Watch out! No, Sita! No, stop, Sita! That hurt Mabuki. Good Sita. He'd do what Torgo say. Torgo, I have tried to reason with you, but I'm through with words. Anyone who'd seen Sita leap at Mabuki as he came through the door would know that he's not a safe pet to keep in a village. Now, Torgo, you may keep him with you tonight, but in the morning I must take him deep into the jungle and set him free. Oh, no. Take my Sita from me. But when Tarzan and the people of Punya were asleep, Torgo fastened a slender rope with twisted vine around the neck of his pet and crept from the village. But when the two strange traveling companions had reached the tall grass and the dense undergrowth of Sita's birthplace, the animal lost all vestiges of domesticity. With a deep roar, he broke from Torgo. The slender rope snapped and the magnificent beast plunged into the jungle night with Torgo attempting vainly to follow. And a few miles away, a safari led by two white men plotted through the Congo night with the aid of flaming torches and train guides. Douglas Hanley and Herbert Riggs were hunting for animals to take back to the zoos of America. Hey, you! I wouldn't shout at our guides, Riggs. We're pretty dependent on them. Besides, shouting is after frightening away any animals at night. How about those torches? Were they frightening them? I don't think so. The jungle animals, like men, are curious. I think they may come to investigate the bright lights. Say, this little ravine here might be a good place to stop and spread the nets. Our expert says this is a good place to stop. We can mark off a small area and then take the nets and suspend them. Answer! Give me my gun, Douglas. It's a magnificent specimen. Maybe we can capture it. I'm not taking any chances. My gun! I used to be a good shot now. I can hold my arms steady, get a bead on it.  Hold it, you hit the boy! Good, cheetah. Sit. Good. Now lie down. Hey, get that! It's amazing. Lead the panther to this cage over here, little boy. No, not what she did. Cage? Now, just until we've had a chance to talk for a few minutes. We'll let him out later. Sure? Yeah, sure. That's the fella. Right in here now. Go in, cage cheetah. White man lets you out later. There's a kid that can handle why he can, why he'll be a big asset for us. He'll be right handy to have around the camp. White man, keep Togo with them? Well, sir, he looks like he goes for that deal. You mean you'd like to stay with us? Deal. Togo, stay with white men. If men called Tarzan come look for Togo, you tell him you not see him. Togo, why are you afraid of this Tarzan? He won't take my panther and set him free. Oh, one of those birds who's against capturing animals, huh? Well, don't worry. Well, don't worry, Togo. We won't tell him you're here. And if he starts trying to set the animals we kept you free, you'll get more than any bargain for it. The white men had made camp and Togo was fast asleep in one of the tents even before the hunters had spread their nets of steel-like cord and taken their sentry posts. In the darkness of the Congo night, a deceptive calm descended upon the encampment. But in the village of the Punya, all was confusion. All the cabins had been discovered. Tarzan took to the trees following Togo's spore. And as he traveled through the upper level, Nakima the monkey joined in a pursuit, dancing ahead, chattering duriously. Suddenly Nakima screamed.  Tarzan leaped to the aid of the small monkey and he too was soon enmeshed in the steel-like nets of the white men. I wouldn't fight those nets, jungle man. What? We had them specially designed. The more you fight them, the tighter grip they get. Well, you're responsible for these nets. You're our hunter who has come to rob the jungle of its animals, huh?  And you're not in any position to start insulting people. Why are you raising that gun to your shoulder? We've been expecting you. You're Tarzan, ain't you? Yes, but... And you don't like the idea of people capturing animals, huh? Well, this gun will guarantee we won't have any interference from you. In just a moment, the exciting conclusion of Hunter's Fury. In the name of heaven, Riggs, put that gun down. This is my business. And mine. Up until now, I've taken all your orders, but I'm not going to stand by and see you commit murder. All right, Doug, I won't shoot him. But I can tell you this, we ain't setting him free. You! I've got heavy cage over here. Hey, Riggs, the monkey slipped through the bars. Yeah, well, monkeys don't bring much anyway. And Tarzan won't slip through. But he's got his knife arm free now. Well, he can cut through those bars. Well, I'm turning in now, Doug. You keep a watch over him. And if he escapes, you'll answer with your life. Where's Tarzan? I heard the other man call you Doug.  That's right. You seem strange, partners. Yeah. I guess we do. You don't seem like a man who hates animals enough to want to capture them and keep them behind bars for the rest of their lives. I don't approve of bars and cages at all. But I think a number of animals should be taken back to civilization. Why?  You talk about animals as though you loved them. I do. I've seldom met white men with that feeling. You speak as though you weren't a white man. Oh, I'm white all right, but sometimes the actions of men like Riggs make me ashamed of my race. Why do you take his orders? Well, that's sort of a personal matter. It's obvious that you're afraid of him. Yes, I am. If you were to set me free, I'd guarantee he'd not harm you. I can't set you free, Tarzan. I've never pled for my own life, but when I was caught in your nets, I was searching for a small native boy by the name of Togo. He ran away from his home, and he may be in great danger somewhere here in the jungle. Togo's safe. He's sleeping a tent on the far edge of the camp. Togo's here? Does Riggs intend to take him home as a zoo specimen also? I don't know what Riggs intends to do, but I guess I'll have to go along with whatever he plans. Well, Doug, how are things coming? Everything's repacked and ready. Mr. Safari will be ready to move along in a couple of minutes. What did you do with the boy? I bought him some breakfast into his tent room, then sent him ahead with one of the porters. I don't want to take any chance on his seeing Tarzan. Just what do you intend to do with Tarzan? We're just going to leave him here. We can spare that one cage. What? Snakes can get into our scorpions, or even if they don't, he'll starve to death. Maybe you think I ought to let him loose so he can mess up our whole expedition. But you can't leave him. I came here for animals. They're worth a fortune, and I intend having them. I'm going to fill every one of those cages, and I'm leaving that last big one for the white rhino. $15,000. And I should let that jungle man free. Ha! Come on! Goodbye, Tarzan.   It was very kind. Very intelligent of you. I'm afraid I can't live long on the food you'll be able to carry to me. If you could bring me a file, so I can... Wait a minute. Nakima, do you see that stone over there? Done? Get it for me, Nakima. Get me that stone. It took quite a bit of coaxing, but at last Nakima fetched the stone. It was too soft to make any impression on the bars. Later, Nakima fetched a second and a third stone, but they crumbled with the first touch. Not until the evening of the second day did the monkey bring a stone that was hard enough to serve as a crude file. And even then, it bit in slowly. Painfully so. Nakima watched his god with animal curiosity, and then he too began to file away, imitating Tarzan's monkey fashion. Nakima began to chatter happily, but Tarzan knew that it might be days or even weeks until he could free himself and follow the trail of Torgo and the hunters. And in the meantime, the safari moved further and further along the Congo trail. Weeks passed and fortune seemed to smile on the ambitions of perfect rigs. Well, there's another elephant to take back. See that he stayed down well. He won't get away. Nothing gets away from us. Yeah, you said it. Look at them all. Each one just a nice deposit in the bank. What a rigs! Now I'll bet last cage filled. Oh, so?  Yeah, that's right. Hey, you've been a big help tracking down that game, Targo. You promised if I help you let Sheet out of cage. Yeah, he's a good specimen. We're keeping him. Rigs, we're not turning that boy loose in this wilderness. Oh, ain't we? As soon as we got our white rhino, we're heading back and not, not being held up acting as a nurse mate ready. Hey, what's he saying? What's all the excitement about? I see him and I can shoot him from here. But you want to capture him? He'll get away if I don't shoot. But if I can plug him in the leg and throw him down, risk their lives trying to tie him up. Even the roaring beast was less fearful than the now almost insane rigs. We're running into the water into the path of the charging rhino. Just when the death of a dozen of them seemed inevitable, a white savage leaped from the trees at the river's edge. His knife found the vulnerable spot between the soft folds of the rhino's belly and the knife plunged again and again and again. Tarzan headed for the bank. But the weeks of privation and near-fasting had taken their toll. He staggered uncertainly and fell to the ground. All right, men. You can put Tarzan in the cage we had saved for the white rhino. Unlock the boy and... Rigs, you're insane.  Now, do what I... And so the safari started back toward civilization. But a small monkey had decided that he liked the game of filing iron bars. Only this time he worked under Togo's supervision with a steel file he'd stolen from the safari's toolbox. And noticed by the crazed rigs, he worked in the dead of night until finally several of the bars were almost cut through. Togo think maybe Shita can break through bars now, Nakima? Quiet, Nakima. Quiet, Shita. Good, Shita. Now break through cage. Please, Shita. Understand, Togo. Break through cage. Here. Right here. Good, Shita. Now we can find Tarzan's cage and then... Hey! What's going on? It's all right, Togo. I know you would have stopped him if you could. Not even rigs deserve to death like that. What are you trying to think about? Free Tarzan. Right. That's the first thing. I'll let you call the place, Tarzan. And I know I don't deserve any consideration from you. If I hadn't been weak, I would have done something about rigs. No weakness can't be overcome in an instant. But I hope you'll gain strength now. I'm willing to free the animals, all of them. Tarzan, Togo want his Shita back. Togo... Shita repaid us for saving his life when he was a cub, so we can find... And most of the animals you've captured, Doug, must also be free to join theirs. But I do think you should be permitted to take some of them back. A pair of each kind, perhaps, so that boys and girls everywhere, like Togo, can learn to know and understand the animals of the jungle. In just a moment of preview of the very unusual story of Tarzan. Somewhere in the jungle, the drums beat ominously. Tearing off the demons that have brought them. For more firmly implanted than any other superstitions, are those surrounding accursed twins. And on their way into the jungle are two beautiful American girls, also twins, who are doomed to meet the strange consequences of these jungle superstitions. Tarzan, the transcribed creation of the famous Edgar Rice boroughs, is produced by Walter White Jr. Prepared for radio by Bud Lesser with original music by Albert Glasser. This is a Commodore production. Listen to our next story. Trouble comes in pairs. Another thrilling episode of The Lord of the Jungle.


A popular brewery in Niswa announced this week that it will be closing at the end of the year. Gull Dam Brewing opened in October of 2014 and will officially close the stores on January 1st, 2019. Owners Mark and Barb Anderson are retiring from the business to focus on other ventures. Gull Dam was the second brewery to open in the area following Jackpine Brewery and Brainerd. Gull Dam beer was distributed to over 330 bars, restaurants and liquor stores. It's been fun, but it's time. We've decided, my wife and I, that we own three other companies, so that's four total. Let's sell this one and focus on the other two. It's not like we're doing a full retirement, going to go off to the beach somewhere, right into the sunset. It's just that this one here, it takes a lot of time and it is positioned right now because of our brand name to sell. The Anderson's plan to host a retirement party December 29th, the Gull Dam taproom featuring the Lamont Cranston Band.


Ranged against the gathering might of the Imperial Siege Army, were the defenders of Rax, the disciples of the renegade cardinal Zafan and their assorted militia wings. While intelligence provided to the Imperial Segmentum Command noted that this ragtag army was a little better than an armed mob as of the time of the failed Ophysio-Assassinorum mission to eliminate the cardinal, senior strategic adepts advised that this would not be the case by the time any such retribution army made planetfall. In this they were quite correct. Know then that this is a further record of the calamitous siege of Rax, being in part the discussion of the armies mustering prior to that dreadful battle. Cardinal Zafan and his second-in-command, Deacon Maman, had prior to their rebellion inducted into their inner circles a great many of Rax's planetary defense force officers and these individuals the task of making an army out of the faithful was rapidly delegated. While the cardinal's forces occupied defenses second to none and had at their disposal entire crusades worth of arms and armaments looted from the Departmentum Unitorum training would be necessary to make them capable of resisting in any form of coherent fashion. Cardinal was fortunate indeed the Deacon Maman's efforts with the PDF had been so successful as it would form the core around which the vast waves of new Vraxian militia were drafted into the armed forces and ultimately integrated into a wider strategic plan. While the heretical PDF officers drilled their new soldiers into something ever more resembling a coherent force of arms the disciples of Zafan moved amongst them preaching the cardinal's word. Retribution would come they declared unjust legal aggression against Zafan and his true word. The soldiers of Rax could expect no quarter and were instructed to give none. The cardinal desired the world to become a slaughterhouse of the non-believers a charnel pit where the unworthy would perish in the fires of his will. Those that fought for their cardinal would be greatly rewarded the disciples promised while those found shirking their duty would face immediate summary execution at the hands of the brutal enforcers. As the ponderous wheels of imperial logistics turned the army of Vrax mustered trained and practiced in all manners of defensive siege warfare from infantry formations to artillery ranging drills and grew more prepared with each passing month. At best imperial estimates the population of Vrax at the time of its fall had been some 8 million souls. No exact figures were available and none besides would allow for an estimate of just how many of these could be considered of fighting age but as the many traitors to the emperor and it must be acknowledged the imperial itself is want to use child soldiers as well as the elderly in the infirm with no qualms each citizen of Vrax was considered by imperial calculations as a traitor and an enemy combatant. In reality the force that would eventually coalesce under Zafan's rule could be divided into four distinct tiers. The disciples of Zafan expanded their role into a full military formation no longer merely the cardinal's inner circle they were now his finest soldiers their dedication rewarded with the best equipment and their loyalty to Zafan absolute in its integrity comprised of the core of the traitor PDF they were by strategic estimates easily the most capable and dangerous of the cardinal's forces and unfortunately for the Imperium no estimate could be made as to their present disposition following these in the line of hierarchy was a planetary defense force also known as a garrison auxilia as unlike regular PDF regiments across the Imperium these were on permanent station at the citadel of Vrax even during peacetime similar to other PDFs they did not possess the regular training or equipment that frontline astromilitarum regiments did but these issues were generally mitigated in the eyes of imperial strategic planning by two factors in the case of training the Vrax auxilia possessed a higher than average percentage of combat veterans in its officer core than regular PDF regiments owing to Vrax's importance within the department of immunatoriums supply chain in the case of equipment this was entirely mitigated by the plundering of Vrax's armory supplying the entire PDF with a dozen regiments worth of equipment artillery ammunition and vehicles all generally of routine imperial guard issue but some of rarer quality how well drilled the garrison auxilia would be was considered a question imperial operations could not account for it's generally considered however that amongst command officials even the most coordinated operations may be outside their reach their ability to defend a highly defensible and as one Colonel noted fundamentally idiot-proof position was solid rendering the PDF a far greater threat than their pre-war status would typically rely as a significant part of the Vraxian population two more groups were considered within forward planning for the siege the labor corps as technical non-combatants were placed below the PDF on the imperial estimate of threat but included regardless the department of immunatorium had maintained a significant indentured servitude division upon Vrax containing an also significant amount of abhuman mutant strains suitable for labor notably augurans their function was direct and their jobs thankless and punishing many had lived lives of nothing but brute manual labor constructing and maintaining the world's infrastructure transporting goods maintaining warehouses storage vaults and ammo dumps all under the eyes and lashes of their immunatorium overseers many had been sentenced to this life as punishment for one crime or other under the lex imperialis on worlds far far away consigned to the barren planet of Vrax as a prison to make their restitution to the god emperor through hard work they wore their masters no love and adjoined the Cardinals uprising incredibly willingly seeing if nothing else an opportunity to shuck the yoke of the immunatorium and punish their overseers for their brutal quotas with appropriate punishments reality many had simply exchanged one master for another as the disciples moved quickly to put the labor core to work on shoring up and improving Vrax's defenses and infrastructure ahead of the impending imperial invasion however many my imperial estimates as much as 25% volunteered to join the garrison auxilia and were organized into their own ersatz divisions becoming known as the vraxian militia members were guaranteed privileges above those of laborers namely more rations a day as well as a reprieve from the worst of manual work making the position relatively quite attractive with training officers seconded from the pdf and equipment doled out from the armories their sheer quantity if not quality made them a considerable asset to vrax's defenses allowing the better trained troops to occupy the most vital positions in the defense lines while the militia could be relied upon to hold the bulk of the fortifications as a third line force finally existed one more human resource zaffan's traitors could call upon the massive horde of itinerant pilgrims present upon vrax either for worship at the citadel's cathedral or because they had followed the cardinal there their numbers were utterly impossible to estimate as many were considered fallen through the uncaring cracks of imperial bureaucracy but they most certainly numbered in the hundreds of thousands if not potentially the millions lacking anything even approximating military training and not considered priority in any way to receive what the pdf and militia were being doled out they were nevertheless numerous and more importantly fanatically loyal to the cardinal these wretches almost certainly knew not who they would be fighting or why but zaffan's preachers rove through their ranks great tales of coming enemies heretic monsters coming to take away the cardinal unlawfully even the most careless person when armed with a gun is dangerous and the disciples knew that these pilgrim hordes if armed could serve as mobile cannon fodder helpful distractions should they be needed in summary while the defenses of the citadel of vrax and its environs were not manned by what could generally be considered professional heretical soldiery they had many advantages that served as potent force multipliers in their favor superlatively defensible position abundant manpower and an armory overflowing with potent and reliable arms and armaments all of this was both supplemented and indeed bound together by a shared fanatical ideology while it was not shared with equal zealotry by every single individual the cardinals agents and political officers were everywhere monitoring the loyalty of all and dragging away those suspected of deviance for punishment torture and execution the gospel of zaffan united the defenders of vrax instilling within the most obsessive a self-annihilating fervor that would be tested soon against the inverted but likewise powerful loyalty the death core of creed the position they were occupying and the finest defenses the imperium could have devised and for all their lack of training and discipline fortifications and equipment made up for any shortfall in the previous entry in this series humble servant elaborated upon the serving members of the death core of creed as well as the origins of their regiments so for a fulsome account of their history acolytes should pursue that record at their leisure as discussed the creed were selected for deployment in the vrax theater for their aforementioned loyalty essentially suicidal dedication to duty and for their experience in fighting the attritional warfare the siege would meet out upon any attackers their equipment would reflect this each Krieger was outfitted based upon the standard precepts of their regiments but the most recognizable aspect in their panoply being their distinctive great coats mark nine plastic helmets and gas masks the coat a product of the hell world of creed itself was designed to offer little in the way of ballistic safety but instead rather robust chemical biological and radiological protection during its manufacture any of these coats were treated with a variety of chemical processes to ensure that the soldier once swaddled within their heavy depths was afforded a surprisingly comprehensive ward against chemical and biological agents as a side effect the scent of the garment was incredibly pungent and unpleasant which of the creek have ever considered this an issue compared to the protection it afforded it was never mentioned completely waterproof and incredibly warm the great coat would additionally serve the creek well in vrax's bitterly chill and occasionally very wet climate the lucius pattern number 98 las gun was a weapon of note for the average Krieg linesman a workday last rifle that runs on a slightly higher charge than the standard issue military one does for what is considered a better trade-off in killing power over shots per clip by the commanders of the Krieg additionally as a preferred mass infantry tactic of those self-same commanders is the headlong bayonet charge the number 98 came with a 45 centimeter long sword bayonet and secure attachment the dreadfully iconic Krieg gas mask is managed by a chest mounted regulator unit which features a battery operated fan in combination with filtration systems to allow for a positive flow of air through the gas mask at all times the Krieg soldier is also equipped with frag grenades a backpack that could unfold into a rudimentary half shelter and an entrenching tool to allow each soldier to contribute to the construction of battlefield trenches and fortifications as a siege such as vrax would be won or lost by imperial estimation in the realm of artillery the infantry regiments of Krieg were supplemented by an extraordinary amount of field cannon and howitzers each Krieg infantry regiment would contain within it its own artillery companies comprised primarily of large numbers of self-propelled Medusa siege howitzers and often static earth shaker cannons there would additionally be dedicated artillery regiments to man the heaviest guns such as the mighty imperial bombard siege weapons armor was given far less priority in the imperial forward planning a strategic command did not expect any mass tank engagements to be likely given that any armored Sally from the Vrax citadel on the part of the defenders would be beyond suicidal armor divisions comprising of Lehman Russ battle tanks with bane blade super heavy support whenever the less attached to the siege army to supplement infantry offensives and gorgon armored transports included for the secure delivery of infantry elements to the front lines should they come under heavy fire almost all of the regiments that made up the imperial siege army were reconstituted they had long and proud histories of service to the imperium but given eye-wateringly high mortality rates typical of krig regiments they had been rotated back to their radiation soaked homeworld surviving veterans either transferred out to other frontline battalions or promoted and retained as officers the overwhelming majority were fresh recruits although one must of course put aside concepts of what fresh means in this particular case the world of krig or at least its surface was a nightmare hellscape occluded under seemingly interminable nuclear winter a blasted wasteland of planetary scar tissue left over from the civil war that made it so in this crucible where the krig trained their entire society given over to the production of more bodies more souls for the emperor's eternal wars their quarter masters were harsh and exacting beyond any measures the astral militarum set krig youth were shuttled up from their underground hives and thrown into exhausting mock battles and grueling training regiments to craft them into the dehumanized fanatical soldiery the world apparently demanded they become this self-same soldiery that were embarking upon the mustard transports to join the siege army were no callow youth they were disciplined through traumas beyond the standards of the vast majority of the astral militarum whatever their actual age may have been climate of their destination world was in fact milder than their home world with its darkened skies and radiation storms although verax itself was no pleasant shore a barren world with little in the way of distinguishing well anything the tectonic and climatic stability had been a large reason for the immunatorium selecting it for their purposes the arid surface was covered in a layer of sulfurous dust the presence of which when excited by the wind created daily if predictable electrical storms rainfall from which would turn the land into cloying quagmires not indeed unlike the sucking a poisoned mud of krig's own surface the theater of war would be made up of these self-same sulfur flats as the imperial army had selected for its approach the entire 5000 square kilometers of the van mir's land wastes surrounding the approach to the citadel as it was next to featureless and indeed largely unmapped by immunatorium cartographers strategic command delegated the responsibility of assessing it to the officers of the krig upon their upcoming landing it did not escape the notice of either but this put the attackers on a severe back foot the enemy would no doubt have spent plenty of time evaluating the best positions for artillery fortifications gun nests readouts and trenches in the time it was taking for the imperial muster to gather the krig would simply have to learn all they could as they advanced into the killing fields something their officers took with what sector command was surprised to note was something lying between resignation and relish the board was set and the pieces were moving players were maneuvering in their opening gambits assessing each other's strengths and weaknesses from afar the imperium was fully aware it was running on outdated and inconsistent intelligence something the largest calculator adepts were already factoring into the manpower requirements for the initial years of the siege the traitors upon fraks many of whom did not know why or what they would be fighting were training and preparing daily for the oncoming storm whipped into a religious frenzy by the preachers of zafan both sides undoubtedly knew the siege would be long arduous and bloody both sides arguably were in full confidence that their positions soldiery and various advantages would allow them to carry the day both sides were in their own ways utterly wrong but just how so will have to wait until their best laid plans would encounter each other and for that i must wait ave imperator gloria in excelsis terra this video and this channel were made possible thanks to the very kind donations and support from my patreon subscribers if you'd like to 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We're here at CBS 2016 in Nairobi, in Kenya, and I'm very pleased to be joined in the studio by Andrew Rugege, who is regional director for Africa for the international aesthetic communication and ITU. Andrew, thank you very much indeed for being with us today. Thank you, Max. It's always a pleasure to talk to you. It's always a pleasure to be in your studio. And we're here in your region, so the region that you're director of. So I just wanted to talk to you about this particular conference, this symposium here. We're here in Kenya. Why was Kenya chosen as a venue? It's worked very well, but I'd like to hear from you. For several reasons, Max. Kenya is a great destination, not only for conferences, but also for the experience of the participants. Now the tourism in this country is renowned, but a bit more to what ITU does. It is a great venue because they also have a lot to show. They tell me they have a lot to learn, as you had from the deputy president yesterday. But I think all things considered, there's a lot to learn. There's a lot being done on the ground. Two weeks before I was here, I was invited to their public hearing on the ICT policy of the country. So that is a lot to learn. And in terms of this particular subject, capacity building, why is that important to ITU? Capacity building is important to everybody. And the ITU being the specialized agents of the United Nations, capacity building is very important, not least to achieving the sustainable development goals. But also, the membership when they get together, they determine, for example, the priorities for the regional initiatives. Regional initiative number one for Africa is capacity building, institutional and personal capacity building. But that's not withstanding. I think to come to a continent where capacity building is probably most needed, I think is to encourage that continent to achieve more in terms of capacity building, especially in this area of ICT that is new to the continent. They say the highest growth is in some of the African countries, but that requires that we build the capacity of people. And ITU is the leading organization that provides technical assistance to member states in capacity building. Now there's been some fascinating sessions here, some great discussions. I wanted to find out from you what have been the main takeaways from this? Let me talk about the session that I personally moderated. The one I personally moderated was about coping with capacity building needs in this changing environment. As you know, every day there is some innovation in ICT. Every day there's some requirement for ICT in a development area. So how do you keep up with the skills that are needed? And what came out yesterday was fascinating. I had several capacity building institutions there, but I also had private sector. I had Inter, I had Cisco on board. So what came out was, number one, there needs to be partnership. Partnership from the different points of view to see Cisco and Inter and these institutions coming together to partner on capacity building was very important. But number two, what came out was that we needed to be sensitive as capacity builders, to be sensitive to the demand. What is the demand? Are you going to produce historians where you have the biggest need in ICT or are you going to produce in this particular time rocket scientists when your need is in big data? So what came out was that we needed to be sensitive, that the supply of this capacity building needed to be meeting a certain demand and a certain niche, and that way people can be more productive. And from the participants themselves, have you been getting some good feedback? Absolutely. I ran out of time because there were more questions than there was time, and it wasn't only questions, it was input and appreciation for what was being discussed and the ideas that were being brought on board. And I only spoke about the session that I moderated, but all sessions were like that. We had a ministerial session, a ministerial round table, where we had about the policy that is being implemented in the different countries around the world really, not simply on the continent, but around the world. And that was fascinating. The issues of the need for light touch regulation, the need for public-private partnership, all those things came through converging on the subject of capacity building. It's not just Africa, but we've attracted participants here from a whole global environment here. What do you hope people will go home thinking and talking about? Number one, that they are not alone. We know that this is an issue to be dealt with, but I think everybody learned that there was a little bit of what was required that they were doing, and there was a little bit that they could learn from the other country. And that was an important lesson. But the other important lesson was what ITU does and what it is able to help to accompany. We don't use the word help because we are not helping with anything, but we accompany the countries in achieving their objectives. And in this case, in achieving capacity building, right from the early levels of education through to postgraduate, there is a need for capacity building, especially as the message that we are giving is that ICT is not an end in itself. It is a facilitator, it's a catalyst for achieving goals that improve a better quality of life for people. Andrew, thank you very much indeed. It is my pleasure.