[@Andreyich][@NecroKnight][@Hank](specifically)[@mackielars][@Dannyrulx][@Bright_Ops](specifically)[@agentmanatee][@The Lioness] (specifically) 

He listened to the words of the Captain, ineffectually trying to stop a laugh. [i]She[/i] dared to threaten [i]him?[/i] Boy people in the Guard were daft! [i]She did not even notice he could have vaporised them all there and then.[/i] This was why he joined the Frateris Militia, rather than waiting for the PDF to regroup and re-recruit. He felt he did wrong by Castor though, and overreacted just a little. Saying he would be ashamed to have such a man for a father was too much, and horribly insulting. He gave him a quick glance before muttering a vague apology to the Commissar, though not to the Officer. The man had also arrived after the situation already escalated, so him being unaware of what was to happen was not nearly as trivial to his character as was that of the Officer, and the other Cadian. He also knew that Cadians picked to go off world were Conscripted, and thus pathetic, horrible wretches in his eyes. Unless stopped, he went to leave these cowards and go back to the camp of his Brothers; true heroes. 

When he would reach his camp he would greet those he knew and nod to those he was for one reason or another not acquainted with yet. Another thing he enjoyed about the Frateris Militia. People had a sense of brotherhood, people did not have to fight in several battles together to feel like they were part of a greater whole. He would go to where he slept, and unearth his buried foot locker. Knowing he couldn't keep his stuff here, he simply put the heavy thing on his back. His heavy stubber along with his footlocker made even the enormous man grunt with effort, he had a lot of things in there. A set of fancy clothes sealed to prevent the weather from getting to them, several bottles of old and expensive amasec, so on and so forth. He put his armour back on along with his helmet but didn’t not lower the gas-mask. After all, he was nearly unrecognisable with it. He sat, and sang some hymns with his brothers, the men firing their weapons madly into the sky. He would share the amasec with his brothers, and some of the older treats he had. He kept a few bottles and some of the candies away, he had other uses for them. 	

There were two people he had to give a gift to; the Commissar and the beastman. Both helped in the fight for his world, and behaved well (honourably in the case of the abhuman).  He walked to the abhuman camp, huffing a little as he carried all the weight on his back. He didn’t know if he would give the other beastmen a taste of the stuff, he supposed it depended on how drunk he would end up. He would stomp over to the beastman camp, if he would notice the Commissar he would approach the man, if not he would just have to go to him later.