08/02/2011 Image:Doac jpg.JPG Chromia still hasn't learned to execute a sharp salute when she enters Horizon's office off the end of the barracks. She doesn't even bother to knock, either, and just barges right on in. Her new anti-aircraft rifle is slung over her left shoulder, and she's obviously showing it off, still petting it affectionately now and then. "Horizon," she nods towards him. "I have the report you wanted. It's not public, but it will be in a few breems." Chromia smiles pleasantly, obviously cruising for a bruising, both figurative and literal. "What's the magic word?"