[@The Lioness]

Castor acknowledged John's apology with a polite nod and watched the burly man leave without another word. The Commissar shook his head at the zealot's behavior but said nothing further of it. After Captain Weiss finished addressing the troops she requested his presence at her tent. "Of course, ma'am. I will be there shortly. Just going to finish making my rounds." He saluted the Captain and turned to make sure that the Guardsmen and women were packing up their gear and leaving, muttering a few words of encouragement as he sauntered throughout the dispersing troops. 

[@Dannyrulx]

That was when one of the women approached 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," Angel asked. Castor regarded her for a second before he replied, taking in her solid build, bionic eye and blond hair. Contrary to the pretty Junior Commissar, this was a woman that looked like she knew how to handle a stiff firefight. Castor liked her immediately. 

"Probably not, I'm afraid. There were only two dozen survivors of the whole 143rd," Castor replied, took of his cap and bowed his head. "May the Emperor watch over their souls. They were good men and women. What was your half-brother's name?" the Commissar asked and jammed his cap back on his head. "And what's yours, for that matter?"