The turkey on this sandwich is perfect, and you savor every bite. About half a minute after you finish, the door opens quietly and Admiral Kruschev enters. The admiral is easily six and a half feet tall (sorry, bad at metric conversion) and, while very thin, a massively imposing figure. He walks silently to a nearby chair and asks, "Do you mind if I sit Captain? It's been a rather long day keeping High Command entertained."
"Certainly, Sir. You wanted to speak with me?"
"Oh yes, indeed, it's not everyday that I get to speak with someone who has pulled off what you have. After that dropship got past our screening force and we started getting reports of units being wiped out, I thought I was defending a dead world. The IFF transponder on your reaver was the only thing that kept me from pulling the fleet back to Earth." He pauses for several moments, "Do you have any idea how many lives you saved down there captain? After four months of sweeping the wreckage of Noctis colony I can say with certainty that you saved ninety percent of the population of Mars."
You stare blankly for several seconds, ninety percent? "What do you mean sir? Didn't the Ocarai destroy the other cities first?"
"Surprisingly, no. Apparently they decided to remove the defenders, then eliminate the civilians. If you had not stopped them in Noctis, they would have killed everyone on the planet, and nothing could have prevented it." He scratches at his gray-shot beard, "It tooks us most of the day to break the attacking fleet, you had been out for hours by the time we reached you, more than enough time for them to finish the planet. There's very serious talk among High Command about presenting you with honors that don't even exist yet."
Go ahead and post any questions you want answered or anything you want to say to the Admiral.
Mission: Talk to various highly ranked persons
Status: Healthy, damn that was a good sammich
Reaver: unknown
Location: private room, 101st floor, Olympus Mons Federal hospital