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Mother Confessor:

After taking up the rigid position after the Ober-Commander had stepped in to the room with the General and Sergeant. Captain Graxis and I watch as the wounded Sergeant makes her way out a few minutes after he had entered.

Emerging from the room a short period later he motions us to join himself and the General inside. We obey the silent order, I leading the way. The Captain close at my heels.

Upon entering I notice the red faced General sitting somberly near the wall facing the door. The Ober-Commander standing just the right of the opening, gestures we sit as well. My mind reeling with what this is going to be about.

Marckus:

While the two of them entered, I did my best to calm down. General Volkov still red faced sat looking annoyed. Taking a seat beside her as Captain Graxis and the Private had moved a pair of chairs to sit across for us. Letting the air clear a few moments before diving into this dilemma that had taken place in my absence.

“Alright children, what is going on here”, I begin addressing them,” by the looks of the soldier I sent to get patched up, something harsh has transpired.”

Graxis:

Clearing my throat,” Sir, I was witness to the abuse of the Private, during a sword fighting exercise. Sergeant Nimix was simply bludgeoning her responsibility with a training sword. I challenged her method of teaching the Private. A dual ensued, between Nimix and myself. I then ended the dual by removing the ring in her nose, wounding her pride and knocking her down a few pegs.” Displaying the heavy metal ring in my hand, the blood had coagulated it to my hand.

Marckus:

Taking a minute to mull over what the Captain has just explained. The event seems plausible. It also explains why the soldier had a torn up face.

Turning my attention to the pale blue Private,” And you can vouch on behalf of the Captain?”