"Ugh, my head hurts," the commisar said quielt,y hung over from yesterday's battle. He wasn't exactly sure of the details, but he knew vaguely that the Guard had won the day, and that he was still alive, if a bit hungover. rolling over, he suddenly fell several feet to a hard rocrete floor, which only served to aggrivate his headache even worse. Checking to see what he fell off, he noticed he had fallen from a Lemun Russ, which was covered with several beer bottles.

Attempting to shrug off the pain in his head, he took out his vox, and sent a message to the Colonol, requesting a meeting. "Damn, I need to find out what happened and what we're going to be doing next," Baxter said to no one in particular, as he stumbled out of the tank armoury and made his way top the elevator.