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Youre late. Commissar Raege stated flatly. Tardiness is a symptom of idleness. Do you know what grows from idleness? The youth shrugged. Whatever. Raege winced, well aware that the Cadet was trying to get a rise. My name is Conrad F. Raege, but you will refer to me only as Sir or Commissar. You have been selected from your unit to be trained and inducted into the imperial commissariat. The reasoning is beyond me, but one of the higher ups seems to think you have what it takes.
The cadet certainly looked the part, despite his slack expression. He was remarkably long faced and chiselled for one scarcely over 16, he also already had an impressive timbre to his voice. Wait, Commissar Raege? Of the Kuluth 2nd to none? The Legion of Murdering Bastards? the boy smirked incredulously Id always assumed you were male. He said all the while unsubtly observing evidence to the contrary.