The Colonel stepped up to Trooper Marbo. Marbo’s eyes were empty again, like they always were when he wasn’t stalking through the jungle or carving his name in some enemy’s internal organs. Inwardly the Colonel sighed – there was something wrong with this boy; blood and death had warped him to the point where he could only be normal with a blade in his hand.
Once again the Colonel pronounced the well- rehearsed words, “For valour in battle and service to the Emperor of unbounded courage you are hereby awarded the Star of Terra bear it with pride that you may inspire others to worthy endeavour in the service of Man”. The Colonel completed the dedication in a single breath before pinning the ribbon onto Marbo’s chest.
This one was for wiping out a whole squad of aliens, killing their commander and capturing their command post single-handed.
He leaned closer to Marbo and asked “You want me to look after it for you son? Like the rest?”.
Marbo nodded solemnly.
“Alright son, you can go”. The words had barely left the Colonel’s lips before Sly Marbo had plunged back into the jungle as smoothly as a fish slipping into a stream.