Avolon nodded slightly.

"Thanks for the technology. But if you don't mind I'll stick with my Blast and Smash. I can mod it to make it up to NRSF standard, but I love the little spit fire. It's never failed me, never."

Avolon smiled.

"One question.... sir." The word sir had almost been stricken from his vocabulary. "What am I staying alert for? This little bar doesn't get many bad times and I think I can handle whatever happens here with my eyes closed. But should I be expecting to be called into the front lines anytime soon? Or am I to stay on this planet for the rest of my service?"

Avolon sighed.

"I've always been one to go all the way, or no way. When do I get to shoot first and ask questions later again? When do I get back into the thick of it, get to stick a bambo stick down Charlie's throat again?"