[Twi] Twilight VI; Sanity's Requim

[Cracklord]

The Major
The insane battilion commander nods. "Fair enough. Have him fitted for a uniform. Sergent at Arms, SS. Sidearm and rifle. Soldiers are an armed group. Then take him for medical examination and argumentation, and give him a command."
Zorrin clicks her heals and salutes. "Jawohl." She replies, and leads him down a corridor. Ten minutes later, he's holding a neatly pressed uniform fitted to his specifications, boots and helmet, rifle and sidearm. He is then led into a medical bay, where he finds the doktor has beaten him there, and is examining a row of tools. All look sharp and painful.
"Take a seat, I'll be there in a minute." he says, not changing his expression.