'Problem is, we only found nine of the ten people in the squad you were with, we're missing one.
Sergeant Jarle never reported in, and we couldn't find any trace of him, we're assuming he's alive for now, but you know what things were like on that Hulk.'
Sig sighs.
'We're redistributing their war-gear, and we thought you deserved first pick.'
'Well, if you decide you want anything, speak up.
We figure they wanted you to live, given that you and Gorm both saw apparitions of them before you found your way out.
As such, we decided that you two get first pick of their war-gear, its what they'd have wanted.'
Sig stands up, and walks towards the ships exit.
'You ever decide if you want to apply for the Terminator Company? I remember you said something about it, years ago.'
'You and the Light Troopers, all dreadfully boring, rather sit back with rifles instead of getting up close to fight.'
He laughs a little, and gives a small sigh.
'Someone's gotta do it i guess, and I'm sure your father appreciates that you choose to fight in a relatively safe manner, even if you're a reckless child most of the time.'