@Rhea
She had, to put it in plain terms, been screwed. Sure, she was rateful that such a muck-up allowed her to continue to wear the colours of her regiment and of her country, as was right and proper, but she knew that such a start was not the sort of thing that boded well for her and her squads' time as part of this force.
When the announcements were done, she would check her watch. The cold bit into her but she minded little, instead more annoyed that she hadn't had a chance to rouse herself with a proper mug of recaff. That was something she would have to remedy immediately, but before that... "I anticipated us to have longer before we were needed to gather here," she admitted this freely to her men. "All of you in my command squad have fourty-five minutes to yourselves. Get yourselves presentable. We will be assembling in the training yard so that I can get a proper assessment of your abilities and talents." She would look around.
"Private McDinny," she said at last, folding her hands behind her back. "You have fifteen minutes. I was intending on punishing you for much longer, but I suppose I'll have to split it into two parts. Consider yourself lucky." She would purse her lips ever so slightly, then clap her hands together once, the noise as loud as any autogun shot. "Dismissed."
Fifteen minutes later, and she would be striding back out towards the training field, piping hot cup of recaff in her hands. The local brew for Vernum was unpleasantly sweet she had found, but by cutting it with the sharp taste of kien juice and, of course, the recaffinated packets that gave the ununiform drink its rather uniform name, it was not only quite palatable, but had enough of a kick to it on its own that the caffiene was hardly needed.
She was, of course, waiting for Pvt. McDinny, and when the woman arrived would look at her without emotion. "McDinny. I will let you know one thing. Normally, someone who lied to a superior officer, imitated a fellow soldier, then tried to get out of their lies by saying even more lies would have my boot rammed so far up their backside that they'd be polishing it with their tongues. I want you to understand that this punishment is my
lenience."
"I do not have large reserves of such a thing."