In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium there is only war...war and the 10 foot Ogryn girl who is currently starring down at you with an expression that can best be described as confused inclination (or possibly hunger, hopefully not hunger)
"S-Sah!" She seems to catch herself starring, cheeks blushing faintly as she goes into a rigid salute. "O-Oi like yor commy-sah uniform S-Sah!" That was not the answer to the question "name and rank" that you just asked.
As you ponder the best course of action your mind can't help but flicker back to commissar training, how you envisioned yourself leading your men to glory against the xenos, crushing their vile bodies beneath your boot and leading your men with courage and bravery rather than the usual fear most commissars employed. However when entered service as a junior commissar you quickly got dumped into the role of "Ogryn wrangler". And while you had hoped to end up serving in a regiment such as the Cadian 8th, but you'd been stationed in the Cadian 5343th, a smaller regiment of around 5000 men and women, none of which had actually been on Cadia before it fell. Worse off there was only a single Ogryn in the entire regiment, meaning you being stationed as babysitter was clearly a veiled insult.
"S-Sah? Oi was just...wonderin' if ya...uh...uhm, gots a-any snacks sah?" The lumbering Ogryns question snapped you back to reality as she was now slightly fidgeting with her fingers.
