Ian began sitting up.<br/><br/>"Och! I would really be catchin' it if I hit an officer...not quite myself at the moment..." he said feebly trying to grin. "Master Sargeant Ian McKendrick at your service."<br/><br/>Staring at the women. "Those aren't standard marine issue uniforms ya' got on there. What is going on here? And, what do ya' mean the ranks don't matter anymore?  We have to get out of here.  I am a part of rescue operation.  I know where there is a com link and the rendezvous point. If we can get out of this outpost, I can get us all home.  I am afraid that I am not much help right now."<br/><br/>Laying back down.<br/><br/>"God, my head hurts like bloody hell."