Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-33521582-20191115115741

"Glory to his Name!", answered Kuzvert as he stepped forward in a business-like manner and took up the envelope. He stepped backward, saluted the officers sharply, before doing an about turn and leaving the chamber.

Once he'd left the presence of the officers, he neatly stowed the leather envelope in his fatigues, before breaking into a brisk trot towards the armory. He had his orders, there was no call for walking on base. Within minutes, he was standing at attention before the base quartermaster, identifying himself and requesting the transfer of the reglamentary Rebreather.

With it in his campaign pack, he quickly made his way to the engine bay, to inspect the Chimera before their departure and to await the rag-tag band of recruits before opening the sealed leather envelope.