Darius entered the room to help with the loading, but paused by the corpse of Sergeant En before the navy arrived, bending over to pick one item from the body... his refraction field.  Darius was hardly squeamish, having been born on a rather infamous "Death World"... and the dead had no need of such things.  The living, on the other hand, could use all the help they could get... and he could foresee a need for a force field, even a minor one.<br/><br/>Gathering the squad he had led for most of their mission together, Darius nodded to each one.  "Job well done, men.  I appreciated working with men of your caliber.  I think you five will go far, given some guidance.  All you need is the willingness to devote yourselves to that end.  I can see the need for a group of men, such as yourselves, to form a more elite group of warriors... one that would aid me in similar missions in the future.  I believe, if I could find men willing to be at the front lines in our mission to tame this part of the galaxy, that those men would find the rewards for such valor to be worth the risks.  Are you such men?"