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Epilogue
Friel's nose was still bleeding slightly when he gave his report to the leaders of the Irish-Cadian legion. He'd managed to stem the flow with a few tissues (which were sticking out of his nose). And it truly was a sorry report. The loss of seven of the finest veterans in the army (though that wasn't saying much) and Sean had broken every single bone in his body in the fall. But thanks to bionics, he'd be back in action within a week. Phil had requested paid leave, which was denied, so he inducted Katie into the army as one of the new veterans. As she'd lasted more than five minutes in a battle zone, she was already a candidate for a position as an officer, so the council was happy to welcome her, and yes she would be allowed to keep anything shiny she found.
No, not O'Riley's Commissar badge.
Duffin had returned to his home world, claiming retirement. How one retires from the priesthood is beyond anyone, as it is kind of a life-long job, but seeing as he now had none of his original ribs nobody really complained.
Jarskan was sent to Terra, to make a report to the big daddies on the planet. They were not happy at the loss of Space Marine life. They all burst out laughing when they found out how many guardsmen had died.
And as for Saris, it was deemed that they should put a slightly saner person in charge. But when they decided that it would be a waste of a sane person, they put Finnegan in charge.
And what happened to little Charlie, Krull's senior advisor? Well, because of his experience, he was immediately promoted to the rank of Captain.
As for Mailey. He woke up and asked where he was, who he was, and what in the name of the most holy Emperor was he doing in his underwear in the middle of a ship's command deck.