you stand shoulder to shoulder with your fellow guards in the muddy field awaiting your new commissar. Your last one got himself killed trying to fist fight a orc, he was never the brightest. This new one is apparently some big shot veteran but you’re not expecting much. Just someone else to bark orders at you.
commissar Vain has seen many guard battalions in her time, from elite specialists made of the best a planet has to offer down to ragtag penal legions. But this is one of the worst she seen. Undisciplined, badly equipped and worst of all full of cowards looking to run at the first chance. She has her work cut out this time but the don’t call her the best for her looks