He's a Legionnaire. You just keep moving.

"I joined the Legion to forget."
"Forget what?"
"I don't know, I forgot."
"Well, glad to see things worked out for you."

Well, you can A.) pretend to be blind in one eye and keep walking, or B.) really be blind in both eyes. A or B, son.

Well, that's what officers' batons are for.

the face kinda reminds me of Corporal Randel Oland from an anime called pumpkin scissors... for some reason

hell yeah, my favorite cat

>Sergeant
>Cat

Nod and keep walking unless you want a similar scar

She's seen some shit. I respect that and nod to her

You need a clean latrine...

Apologise then walk away.

Careers are made and broken on this kind of thing.
Pretend you didn't see and get intel, you never know if this is the trooper that pulled the majors nuts out of the fire in that unpleasantness in Algers a few months back.

Well, if you paid attention in Academy, you listened to the older NCOs on campus.

And you nod, and carry on.

fresh from the academy one would be keen to show authority. "Oh, so I guess we don't salute officers huh? fuck me right? Here's an order, salute me and give me the proper greeting of the day"

Reply back "Yeah, top fuckin' stuff mate, have a good one."

Is that a fucking furry Rule 63 Pip Bernadotte?

Oh and say nothing and report suspicious activity, probably a spy, only spies fail to salute.

Reconsider my career choice, as surely this is a bad omen

I would spare with this insubordinate officer. They win, I let it slide, I win they salute me.

Hmm, I know that hair .That is deer prince.
Only he can do that , right?

*Cue Thrawn voice*

"I assure you Sergeant, unlike the rest of my cohort who come from privileged backgrounds, and some of which have delusions of grandeur, I came from a lower to middle class family. My parents certainly weren't influential politicians, nor had ties to the noble houses."

*He brings out his old rank, a chevron upon a cloth patch.*

"I did not have a choice in the matter of my conscription. It was either military service or prison. And so, I spent large amounts of my life doing activities which those of noble lineage considered beneath them."

"But, unlike those amongst which I served with, I aspired to better, more intellectually stimulating endeavors. Even in school, despite my poor academic performance, I still exhibited better awareness for other unorthodox subjects, like the arts. And in time, I overcame my academic shortcomings as well."

"When my term was completed, I obtained the necessary qualifications to attend the academy. My instructors acknowledged my performance being better than that of those who attended without prior service. And being more grounded as compared to them. My...shall we say...pugilistic skills as well as my marksmanship abilities served me well against the narcissistic cadets of the noble houses who took offense to a "commoner" like me attending the academy. You should see the injuries they ended up in, courtesy of a conscript who was forced to fight compared to a blueblood cadet allowed to party and slack around."

"I do know of one exception, he was one of the officers I took orders from during my time as a conscript. Not only was he very empathetic towards the soldiers under his command, but he was indeed very well versed in both tactics and strategy. His arrangements allowed us access to plenty in the way of weapons, equipment and of course, food. It was he who inspired me to attend the academy in the first place. You should know him, a young stag from a noble family. But not any noble family, the Royal family. Son of the King himself. I occasionally see you chatting with him, and you seem to enjoy his presence. Given his rapport with those of lower status than him, it is not surprising."

"Well, I must be going Sergeant. I have to prepare for my assignment to a unit on the frontlines. May you continue to survive whatever horrors come your way in times of war."

That's okay, I can still suck their dick hard.

Second Lieutenant: Good Morning, Master Sergeant...........Excuse me, Master Sergeant! But I do believe I rate a salute!
Master Sergeant: Well, Sir....YOU can climb my rockers and find your God damn salute!
(True Story from the US Marine Corps. Or wherever you find pissed of Senior NCOs trying to enjoy the coffee in their whiskey.)
Chevrons <<< ))) Rockers
Master Sergeant has technical skills for a particular military occupational specialty.
First Sergeants are within the chain of command.
Both are E8s.
Both are at varying levels of pissed off.