"Lost a bet against my commanding officer," Donal began, "And to pay him back I had to dance the Imperial Salute on the lead Russ of an attached Support Company. Somehow, it brought me here."
Donal looked at Jesse for a moment - his face completely blank - before he smiled. "I'm kidding you, lad. Trying to lighten the mood. In all seriousness, we were taking on Orks and my Regiment was deployed to the rearguard. And before you claim coward, Artillery doesn't fare well in front of an Ork charge. At any rate... Them bastards out there came outta the sky and snatched up a bunch of us. Ended up leaving when they got caught. Made off with about a Platoon of men... And yourself, Jesse?"