Vetora Tragath

Greeting

Vetora walks slowly to the commissar's tent, his bionic prosthetics creaking with every step, waiting for the person he will be forced to spend time with on the scouting mission, whoever that person is. He doesn't like the prospect of too much responsibility, and he'd rather be alone, but the commissar's order can't be violated, no matter what reason it's invented, planned, or whatever else they do with creating orders.