Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160111005103/@comment-5543592-20160112201858

The Sergeant eyed Petra as he took the paper. He glanced down, surveying it, before looking back up at Petra with wide eyes.

His cigar hung from his lip as he spoke. "Goddamn!  They made a shrimp like you a lieutenant?  What the hell is this army coming too?" He shook his head as he gathered up Petra's gear. A tri-beam laser rifle, probably confiscated from an American prisoner, a pristine suit of Space Armor, a belt of grenades, a utility knife, and standard pistol. He threw that all in duffel bag and dropped it at Petra's feet.

"There you go, Lieutenant.  Try not to get yourself killed while wearing a million rubles of the Soviet Union's finest."

"The crumbs of namebrand cornflakes." Daniel answered.