Bjorn started to read the answers, taking note of their relations. Then he reached for sabre with baffling speed, unsheated it and soon flat side was on Julio's neck.
"You, comrade... excuse me, sub lieutenant Quinetillia, should go to the third deck, its lunch and I believe Muhadrem or someone of his is still handing out this delicious kebabs." Said him, removing the sabre.
"Oh, and I believe you should look for your uniform and gear in 9th barrack. You are now member of the gold wing, under my command, your partisan is being constructed as we speak." Rising up from the chair, he put sabre back to the belt and put the questionare into the machine behind him.
"Welcome to the coalition comrade. Its not something we can say often, you should be proud."
