[@Lady Selune][@Eisenhorn]

Near the end of the ration pack, 415633-983223-17-Zhatka found it increasingly difficult to continue eating, as the soldiers in the area made an increasing ruckus. Unprofessional. He'd wanted to eat silently. Even seated in a distant hab unit, the celebrations drilled into his ears like chainswords. They had been offered an official celebration already. They did not need to celebrate further. They did not need to celebrate at all.

He persisted, and eventually consumed the full ration pack, dessert pill included. The waste was discarded, the mask was replaced. He had intended to practice bayonet drills. He could not do so under such circumstances. 415633-983223-17-Zhatka proceeded out toward the front of the headquarters, where the noise was clearly originating. He strongly detested it. He had it in mind to try and put a stop to it, in fact. Though, given how weak the Guardsmen of other regiments were, it was possible they wouldn't. Inability to follow orders. Insubordinate.

If only that were so. The officers were likely as weak as the front line. No such weakness would be allowed in the Death Korps. No others of the 382nd Siege Regiment of Krieg were present. This was a blessing. Not tempted by such weakness. And yet, it showed their own inability to demand the proper routine of others. Surely they found it bothersome too?

The question did not need asking. Only results needed to be obtained. Shortly, he encountered a Commissar, speaking with another soldier. Physically strong. Poor posture. Surely being berated for the latter. Salvaging of carapace armour peformed. Unacceptable. Theft of materiel. Loose caparace armour ought to be returned to higher authorities. Why had he not been shot? He began to approach, then recognised that he had been misled by the female soldier's uniform - this was a member of the Mordian Iron Guard. But, he further recognised as he moved around them, an officer in turn. High-ranking. Perfect. She, too, must be on her way to put a stop to matters. Adopting a proper ready stance, he waited until he was given permission to speak, then stated his case with a firm salute, citing his identification rapidly to ensure time was not wasted on pleasantries:

'Sir, Grenadier 415633-983223-17-Zhatka 382nd Siege Regiment of Krieg, Sir. The celebratory proceedings outside are excessive. They are unnecessary. They are interfering with proper combat drills. Requesting they be brought to an end, Sir.'

That should be convincing. Though she would not need convincing to start with, if she were as disciplined as he hoped.