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Lord Nikos turned to the assembled soldiers. “You’ve heard me drone on long enough, so I’ll keep this short. The 707th will be tested in days ahead, and so long as you keep faith and scorn in your hearts, the Black and Reds will see the Eye of Terror itself close in fear of our righteous might! DISMISSED!” he boomed. Guardsmen cheered raucously.

At the mess hall, raucous drinking and celebration was heard throughout the ship. In one corner in particular, the 6th platoon began to celebrate their new-found status. Ace was batting the bottom of an empty ammunition container as a makeshift drum. Ises had her strange fiddle instrument out. Hiras was playing her lute, playing a small ditty from her homeworld.

Colbert was at a table, staring into another tankard of amasec. He could not shake his own feelings of disdain after the ceremony. Sila had mentioned that the inquisition was the only organization that could clear his name. That secretive organization was hardly the type for leniency. So here he was, drowning his sorrows in booze, hoping to forget that his doom likely would be on it’s way.

Araleth Hiras, however, upon finishing her song, looked to the forlorn Commissar. She then handed over her lute to Varius. “Remember that one song I showed you, Gunny? The Wraak?” Varius nodded in response, grinning from ear to ear.

Hiras strutted to the Commissar’s table, letting her hair down as she did so. Colbert looked up, giving a feigned smile. “I want to dance with the real hero of Piroth.” She stated, offering her hand. Colbert shrunk away.

“Oh no, Sergeant, I’m no hero. Besides, I’m not brave enough for dancing.”

Hiras merely grinned. “I knew you’d say that, Jacob.” Hiras then motioned to the crowd, who promptly started chanting. “DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!” Colbert still shrunk from Hiras’ gaze. Araleth then turned to Brutis’ and Sila’s squads, waving her arms to get them to join in the chant to get her Commissar to dance.

Brutis returns after putting Tiberious to bed.  He see’s the crowd gathered around the commissar table chanting “DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!” He walks over to Colberts table. “Come on Commissar dance with the pretty lass, your amung friends here go enjoy this night, for it may be awhile before we have it again…” He chuckles and looks at Hiras giving her a good eye up, and down “If you don’t dance with her I will.”

Juno sits on a table with Ace, Ises, and Varius “Hey guys they need some mood music follow my lead.” Juno strums up his violin, and starts to play a slow, somber yet beautiful piece.