Naval Law & Order @Uriel1339 “Well most regiments don’t have stormtroopers being shot in the head for helping deserters steal food during a refugee crisis a scant few minutes after having a Commissar attached to them but I get your point.” Thinking back on the incident made Abel’s blood boil, even years later. Never before or since had she seen such willing incompetence and insubordination in the Imperial war machine. At least not done spontaneously like that particular occasion. She took a deep breath and pushed the memory into the back of her mind before it could frustrate her further. She simply shrugged at Enyo’s mention of the Indomitus Crusade. “Well I knew some officers who had on my first Navy assignment, the Beast of Burden and my father, Emperor rest his soul, fought in the Plague Wars but me? I’d have to be almost twice my age to have even been old enough to serve, let alone even be born at the time. No, an eventful few days attached to the Guard and some more recent events aside my career has been rather mundane. Sorry to disappoint.” Abel briefly paused to look Enyo up and down and try and get a better read of the man, “What about you?” Briefings and Congratulations @WanderingJester Abel tried her best to look serious during the briefing but ultimately it had proven to be a futile effort. In the end she’d found herself unwillingly gawking like a fool at the Astartes present, staring in awe at the towering superhuman figures standing within spitting distance of her. Obviously the Commissar had heard of the Emperor’s mighty angels of death, even occasionally viewed blurry pict recordings, but never had she actually seen one of them, let alone been in the same room. At the very least Abel was not completely oblivious to the actual words of the briefing but it wasn’t until Equilius handed her the rosette and subsequently called her over with Enyo that she snapped out of her awe inspired stupor. Adjusting her tricorn in another attempt to at least look dignified she strode over to the Inquisitor (though she couldn’t help but get in one last glance back at the armoured giants as she walked away). “What would that be, Inquisitor? What could there possibly be that you would need to provide beyond the assistance of the God-Emperor’s esteemed Adeptus Astartes for this endeavour?” Deep down she felt a slight stab of anxiety. Was this truly the case that they required something more than that? She hoped she was wrong and that this was something more benign. A token of personal gratitude, perhaps, or something that had a more circumstancial use that they might not even need... one can only hope.