>Be grunt in PDF
>Floating along the rest of the LCF (Local Defense Fleet) around one of the promethium extraction zones
>Our boatswain says that we have a couple of months tops until our localised warp storm hits
>We'll barely have enough time to extract everything bef
SLAP
"Ah!" I yell, feeling the burn from the slap on the back of my neck.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING PRIVATE MCLERTY?!"
I see a tall man with a moderately big, feathered hat glaring at me. I stand up immediately and snap into the salute I learned the first day on the ship.
"Making the best of the free-time the Emperor has given to me, Gunnery Sergeant, sir!"
Gunnery Sergeant MacNeils is the only man in this section of the Charcarodon that takes his duty seriously, and being also the highest ranking officer around he believes firmly that he has the sacred duty of slapping and backhanding discipline into us every occasion he has.
He then grabs the net-slate I'm using and glares at it, like he was expecting the slate to snap off a salute too, I'm actually surprised it didn't.
While trying to suppress a giggle at the thought, the gunny hands me back the slate with a stern face.
"What site were you browsing private?"
Channel IV Majoris is not exactly well seen among loyal citizens of the Imperium, so I need to give him a half truth.
"Just an online discussion forum sir, Administratum and Ecclesiarchy approved" I answered quickly and a bit embarrassed, because that fact was that they haven't bothered taking a look at it yet.
"Very well private, carry on, but dare to be late even a second when your guard turn comes, and you're stuck on latrine duty until the next time we dock! You understand private?!"
"Sir yes sir!" I yell in response, by the Emperor, the gunny looks like some character out of a holo-vid.
He then stays for a couple of more seconds glaring at me and storms off.
Such is life in the sea PDF.