Post Op Debrief and Decompression Events
(OOC: Quite possibly taking place in jump or during secure off duty time in garrison on Avastan but recorded here).
1) A grinning Voss calls
Frank to the troop deck with a knowing wink to
any other officers who may be present “Something you should see, sir”. Frank attends noting the rhythmic drumming on mess tins and bunks together with chanting as he approaches.
Bam bam - bam bam bam, bam bam bam bam "Collace!"
It seems that the unit have received the forecast of their projected pay and earnings from profit share and are clearly as pleased with that as they are with the minimal casualties. They cheer their Colonel and break into a well known Collace anthem:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92Dqy3YWblQ
(OOC: Hopefully Frank can pull off his Mr Bridger/Noël Coward successfully! 
)
2) At a “dinner” held in the “other ranks mess”
Jess finds herself the guest of honour. After grateful consumption of the basic scoff Corporal Able produces a microphone and attempts the role of Master of Ceremonies which initially includes a ribald “prize giving” which it's probably best HR don't find out about. He concludes that particular part of proceedings with
“Er... and cheers for coming Ma'am”. He then grins at Baker and Charlie who carry out a stretcher bearing a veritable pile of silver chased goblets and canteens of cutlery.
“We thought that this would 'elp make the unit respectable”. He pauses for a moment and then adds triumphantly
“And... we 'as a Candylarbra!” The silver multiple candle holder is greeted with somewhat baffled cheers from the common soldiery as someone comments
“What the fek do they do wiv that???” Able regains his audience with
“Shut it you canutes – we're just warmin' up! Charlie, old son, bring aht... the “Sex Aid”!" Most fortunately Jess has attended Regimental dinners and, having a passing knowledge of the “accoutrements” of a well appointed officers' mess and Regimental baggage, recognises the latest object as a silver chased snuff horn. Nevertheless, its appearance is cheered to the rafters – quite possibly for
very wrong reasons by the assembled drunken soldiery.
With almost visible embarrassment Able rather bewilderedly adds
“Um... Kingy says you needs some sort of webbing belt to wear it proper but we thought officers would... er... know all abaht that sort of fing and... ah... wot to do wiv it... er... Ma'am”. He seems anxious to distance himself from the assumed debauchery of the officers mess instinctively adding a cautionary
"Just mind they don't 'ave someone's eye aht wiv it, eh?" Some wag then unhelpfully shouts
“Fek, I wouldn't like that up me trumpet!” Amongst the ensuing hilarity Able grapples for etiquette and decorum once more with
“Fekkin' shut it, 'ecklin'. We're tryin' for gravitarse 'ere like in a proper mess!”
With dawning realisation Jess notes that the "BGI" cypher on all the silver very likely stands for Baronial Guard Inchin. At her side Gaughan notices her realisation and says casually
“If I had to hazard a guess I think that would buff out and tidy up sure enough. Make the B into an S and the G into an E and with the I you're well on your way to M and C - but I hadn't thought much on it".
Then
“Point of order, Mister Chairman” Gaughan's stentorian voice silences the non comms' babble immediately.
“As a guest in the Mess I'd like to propose a toast to the other ranks generous gift to the QSM, here representing both the Regiment and the good Colonel. Some proper Regimental Silver will surely raise the prestige of the unit no end”. The toast is cheered and Able quits while he's ahead and gives the nod to start the dancing and access to the bar/stored drink. As Gaughan sits back down he says to Jess carefully
“Now, I might be biased but I'd say that's a fine gift to the Regiment. Of course, I've very little idea of how it all got here but I really hope this will go some way towards making good any misunderstanding over any recent and accidental “expedient issues” from your stores that you might well find out about when we get back to Collace, QSM. The lads were just excited so they were and may have overreached a little bit but it's all authorised and above board. I'm aware that there's a report of an insecure door in the armoury which we'll make good and ensure that no one else with a thermic lance can just casually come breezing in”.
