"Smiles, I insist you carry around a pistol. Heck take two! And some grenades as well they are always handy. You never know when the fuel can on your flamer is going to run out. Once that happens your gonna look pretty silly when you have to beat those cultists, that are still alive, to death with it!""Sir, could I get more ammo for myself? I'd hate t'run out. Also - where I can have no incinerator due to atmosphere...maybe a pistol with a few clips, if there's one thing I don't want it's to run dry in mission!"
Nick turned to face Pvt Pyro, as the tall mohawked marine asked his question.
"No way marine! Once we hit dirt I want you right there with us. Heck, I don't want you all the way up here when I'm bleeding to death planetside! Your just going to hold off from entering the lifeboats once they are aboard. Your job is to make sure any survivors, once we have verified they aren't contaminated or a cultist, are properly assessed and all wounds patched up. We don't want a serious incident because we didn't look after a VIP properly.""Sir, does that mean that I would not be going with the rest of them on the mission but rather staying here manning this station?"