Regimental Commissar. Your chief morale officer is a mute cyborg.
The regiments primary Commissar Butler, was a very relaxed man. His easy temperament made an easy compliment to Colonel Hunter’s leadership, and his general viewpoint was that the troopers pasts were behind them; their sins were not forgotten, but there was no point holding that over them while they strove for atonement.
Until one day, when he was coaching an inter-company ball game, Corporal Kreig and his three cronies dumped a barrel of acid over him.
Commissar Butler is now known as a still figure, the face forgotten beneath a steel mask.
He does not speak, or make any sound but a rhythmic mechanical wheezing. This load gasping breath can be completely halted for several minutes, as startled troopers have frequently found out.
He is accompanied at most times by 4 servitors. Three are horribly beweaponed, one has no hands and speaks on the behalf of the Commissar.
Butler’s leadership style has gradually shifted.