Well. That was a dismissal if she'd ever seen one. Maybe she'd get a visit from the quatermaster to get her new banner, or maybe she had just recieved an unofficial demotion. Either way, that was that, and they had orders for tomorrow. She sighed, knowing that the 132nd would not be happy campers at this new information. She glanced down at her watch and breathed out heavily, her body sagging as she saw the time. 23:43. If she scrambled now, she could get three or four hours of sleep, praise the Emperor. She had survived worse than an inspection on far less sleep. She fiddled with her personal comms and sent a message out to her squad. 

"Ladies and gents, we've got a real hardass of a company commander who wants to see us all shipshape by five tomorrow. Don't let me down; get that armour clean and those boots polished. Weapons too."
There was a predicted chorus of groans over the next minute, which she weathered with a thin smile before following up with "and by the Emperor, if you have forgotten everything about being a Cadian, I am all too happy to wake us all up at 02:00 during our next starship trip."
This was followed by a deafaning silence, followed by a series of 'yes ma'am' from the remeaining soldiers.

She turned back to the militiaman and pulled the bolt pistol out of her hip holster, before slamming a magazine into it and racheting the slide backwards. "Let me make one thing clear. There is a reason the Cadians are the best shock troopers in the galaxy, and it ain't because we faff around in factories all day. We train, we train, and we train a bit more, and then we use said traning to fuck up anything that moves when we get sent out. I've fought against things that would cause your mind to blank out and you to become a gibbering wreck, and shot them until they turned into fucking dust. If you cuss out me or any other Cadians again, or [i]dare[/i] to threaten one of your superiors now that you're a guardsman, we'll see how much protection your home-made fucking junk armour is against a plasma round, won't we?" She nodded her head towards the male commissar before striding away. The lho-stick in her mouth having burnt down to the filter.

She approached the older man cautiously, aware that he was a commissar, yet wanting to know more about the infamous Silence. She saluted, before asking him. "So. You served with the 143rd sir? I assume I won't be seeing my half-brother again if you're out here alone." [@Hank]