Death is the bullet into le vache's head before you farm it's meat.
Pops open his own drink.
I got none I want to share, Madame. They blur together too much after a while. I only know what happens after the combat report is filled out and I am to sign it. I command my ship and crew as I wish and get the job done the best way I think is possible, which may be why I'm put on so many assignments. I don't fit the military flock.
He leans back.
What about you? I can't be arsed reading those papers on your little group here. You're mercs, and I'm being assigned to you because someone upper up doesn't have any balls to do any work himself.