Finally he came on something that would be rather dumb and not something to remember to anyone else except for those there. “Remember when I first came on and got the name Inquisitor Jackrabbit? I took on your Ogyrun and I didnt hit to hurt him only to cripple him by putting my metal arm against his with fast well placed hits... Your men thought i was going to be a soft target because i was short.”

Lowering his head, Rantune let out a whine as they waited for the humans that feed and took him for a walk since his human had been taken. Waddling back to its pillow the red panda curls up an lets out sad sounding whines as well. Up in the higher shelves Shelob, the y yellow and blue spider like creature chitters as it spins its self a bigger nest.

The comm sputtered and come to life in reply. “Greetings Colonel. I am Adept Rebeckah Lethivan, Chymist and captain of the Falchion class, Caliburn. Welcome to the system.”

The smell of ozone suddenly permeates the air, and the hair of everyone in Hangar 3 of the Torch of Will starts to raise a little bit. A sudden CRACK similar to the sound of a lightning strike pierces the air, coinciding with a large flash of light in the corner of the hangar bay. When the light quickly subsides, a large heavily equipped ork wearing an odd smoking contraption on his back is revealed, as well as what looks like an armored grox trying to pull itself away from the swearing ork, obviously panicked from the trip between ships via the orks homemade long range teleporter.

“Good man. Well let me start on the formal stuff, check references,  then clear up the paper work and things should be heading your way.”

“Ah. Well I will see what I can do. Just have to contact your currant inquisitor attachment for the niceties of all this work. Less paper work for both of us of this goes smoothly. Maybe if im in a proper area I can drop in with basic ceremony… Eh… small one really. All that flare costs money and well time. I am sure you will want it over quickly.” The sadness that flashed through the other man’s face spoke of a similar experience. “Yes well here is to their memories and a new promotion eh?”

“May not be yours but I can… Do you know how short lived guardsmen careers are? Living or dead ones! Emperor’s shining balls! How many people have you seen die in droves? Not to bring up bad noise or any thing but lets face it it is true.” His smile saddens as he tips back his old warn military hat. “We don’t normally last very long especially on the front lines. Don’t let my position fool you but I was a private once. I remember the terror of hugging my Laz gun while in a fox hole with my squad mates. So how many other people on the ship haven’t had a boost? Also got a recent list of people I am afraid my data might be out dated. By a bit.”