Rolf listened to Commander Wentworth's answer to his question, and his added thoughts on the matter of the information they had recovered. Then, Jacquen asked why the entire platoon had to be at the meeting. Commander Wentworth turned to answer him. For half a moment, Rolf fancied he saw something in the commander’s eyes. A shadow of a look given to low creatures like rats and cockroaches. It passed before Rolf could fully register it though, and passed it off as some trick of the light. The commander answered Jacquen’s question. The answer sounded reasonable enough, though not as reasonable as maybe sending a guard for the ones who had the information. But the will of the Councilors be obeyed. Before they were dismissed, Commander Wentworth leaned close to the platoon and intimated that he believed everyone involved would get promotions. For a moment, Rolf thought of being promoted to corvette captain, which for him, meant command of a company, not a corvette, or any other type of ship. Those thoughts were driven away as Commander Wentworth ordered them dismissed. Rolf stood up to attention, and sharply saluted Commander Wentworth in an old German salute, with his fingertips on the centre of his helmet, palm facing outwards. When his salute was returned, and the official order of dismissed was given, Rolf led his platoon out of Commander Wentworth’s office, and dismissed them to do as they please until the next day.
Rolf first headed to the regimental birthing compartment, to where he slept, a small room set next to the main compartment, where all the regiment platoon leaders slept, and put away the key he had recovered. Next, he went to the showering area, where his armour was removed and stored with his weapons, waiting for him to retrieve them after his shower. After storing his underclothes away, Rolf entered the officers’ showers, and quickly cleaned off. After he was cleaned, Rolf put on his shipboard uniform, a white tshirt with his regiment emblem under a blue single breasted tunic with silver buttons, rank insignia on the shoulders, equipment belt with brace over left shoulder and crossing the chest, blue trousers, black riding boots ending half calf, black gloves ending just above the wrist, and a cap based off the M43, with the Collective insignia in the centre of it. Attached to Rolf’s equipment belt was his pistol and groβe Messer. Around his neck was his Order of the Black Eagle badge
After getting dressed, Rolf brought his armour and his carbine to his office. The office was one of three, in a compartment that was the size of a regimental office, but divided into four. The three biggest spaces were built into three small offices for the platoon leaders, with the fourth part being a hallway from the hatch going past all three offices. Rolf’s space wasn’t very big, but it was big enough to store his desk, armour, weapons, supplies to clean armour and weapons, a few chairs, and a decanter of apple juice. It would be some liquor were it not for the shipboard rules. After setting his weapons and armour on their stands, awaiting to be cleaned, Rolf sat down and typed his after action report. It wasn’t a very long one, thankfully, and after 20 minutes he had sent it to the regimental commander. After pouring himself a glass of juice, Rolf grabbed his carbine, disassembled it, putting the parts onto a mat he had laid out on his desk, and began to clean. About ten minutes later, while Rolf was cleaning a prism, he found himself disturbed by Carlyle. Rolf had forgotten about the meeting he had arranged with Carlyle. Rolf put down the prism and saluted Carlyle back. “Sit down, Jack,” Rolf said, as he sat back down. “Would you like a glass of apple juice? I’d offer whiskey or gin, but you know shipboard rules.” Rolf scooted the mat full of carbine parts aside, and spoke again. If I remember correctly, we were talking on ODS 3, about mourning. I wrongly believed you were mourning for our fallen comrades. If you feel comfortable about it, I’d like to talk to you about who or what you’re really mourning. I want to help if I can.”