The transport from the medical bay of he last ship took forever to get him to the shuttle then another wait before he shipped out. Then rebels attacked again! And he damned near died again!

Rebel scum, if he ever had the sights on them he wasn’t hesitating. Stepping aboard the new assignment I.S.S. Revenge he followed the deck codes to his assignment and took a seat. once the Captain walked in he raised an eyebrow inside his helmet, otherwise kept his mouth shut and waited. Haha to have inside voice humor.

Once the Captain asked for questions he stood and saluted, his boots snapping with Imperial precision, the sound like a slug thrower rifle shot from some off route rim-world.

“Captain! Sir! Corporal Reanar reporting for duty. Call Sign Twitch, Sir! Scout Sniper specification. Languages: Basic, Shyriiwook, and Binary. Sir! I use a vocoder in the helmet to talk, or the handheld. Sir!. Blaster shot to the jaw and throat sir. Not as pretty anymore. Sir!” Another heel snap and he sat down listening to the other talk. He’d never met this group before so his opinions would develop over time. But it looked like they had a heavy trooper and a wannabe Jedi with a lightsaber!? Fuck shit was serious.

"Question, Sir! What's the first mission? Sir!"