<strong>Commissiar Aldous Glanville, in a Troop Transport</strong><br/><br/>"I'll do my best Sergeant. I can't guarantee you much, though, only that I can do my best."<br/><br/>Aldous frowns. The troopers are visibly nervy, and the newly promoted Sergeant Jenkins is only showing his inexperience by re-running over the plan now, at such a late stage. The last thing the men needed now was to be reminded of the dangers outside; experience has taught the political officer that men fight best when calm and collected. A panicked rush out of the transport, guardsmen wasting ammunition in wild blazes of las-fire is the last thing the operation needs.<br/><br/>All the same, a reprimand at this stage would likely do more harm than good, shattering the confidence of the NCO. Better to stay quiet, to calm the men with a show of indifference and boredom.<br/><br/>Leaning as far back as his restraining straps let him, Glanville pulls the peak of his armoured cap over his eyes, fingers criss-crossing on his chest in a casual manner that offers no clue to his instant readiness for action.