The large doors of the cargo bay slid open and the view of marines lining up for drill greetd Pauls eyes. He stepped slowly inwards as Tarik turned and noticed him walking up. "What are you doing here Paul?" he asked
"I am coming wiv you to zhe zurface." he replied.
"Ohh no.. no you're not!" said Tarik turning his back and walking back to his platoon.
"Gimme one good reason!" demanded Paul
"Your in no condition to go on a combat mission!" stated Tarik. He poked Paul in the chest and he grasped at his chest. "You see?"
"Tarik, I am gonna make zhese bastards pay for what zhey ave done too me! Three times I ave met Son'a. Three times I ave ended up in sickbay! I know you are not just going as a part of your duty. I know you are goin down zhere more for revenge on what zhey did to Kassia!"
"That is true Paul, but I have not just been almost killed. If things were a different, I wouldn't hesitate in letting you join us. But as it is, I can't possibly let you join us."
"But.."
"No buts!"
"I'll see that every last Son'a on that planet pays for what they have done to you and Kassia. But I can't let you end up in sickbay a fourth time."
Tarik turned and headed back to his platoon. Paul knew that he didn't really stand a chance down there, and after all, there would be more Son'a in the briar patch. "Tarik. Kill one for me ah?"
"I'll make sure of it Paul" he said as he began organising the troops.
Paul left hte cargo bay and headed back to the sickbay. He had discharged himself without the doctors consent, so he started thinking up an explanation as he went.