Paradise Violated by EndMaster R

Well you guess you’d better check on your team. Not doing so would certainly look irresponsible of you, hardly becoming of an officer of the Empire.

You step out of your tent and peruse your team, who are all going about their duties as they should. They’re a good team, sure sometimes they complain, but on this planet its very understandable.

Your Indoctrinator is busily going about his usual brainwashing fanaticism as he tries to instill the values of the Empire to the reptilian natives that live in this village. Salo’s ranting and raving like a mad man as he is apt to do when preaching. The Lizards look at him with a blank expression in a vain attempt to understand what the hell he’s talking about, but you can tell they’re getting agitated.

Meanwhile your inept second in command Lieutenant LaFleur is pointlessly scolding some of the other team members for not setting up their tents by regulation standard. They look annoyed. You swear you think he’s probably come closer to death by his own team members than by any enemy involvement you’d ever engaged in.

Well you should probably intervene somewhere before someone gets killed.