Our Weapon Specialist was drugged up pretty hard, in the infirmary. A fire broke out and it had to be evacuated, so being a lagger, he was smacked by the MP's (127th Gundrite Rifles), he was pretty bent over it, so he went and found some stimm and managed to pound it before being found again.
This ended in him climbing a tower in his medic swaddles and manning a heavy stubber when we realized the fire was caused by an insurgent attack.
The gundrites didn't care, told him to get down, even though he was cutting down badguys pretty good. They climbed up there, shock mauled the crap out of him and he was like, "Wait, bro...i'm owning..."
Kicks the MP off the tower and keeps killing bads.
Eventually they dragged him away. He got sentanced to execution. I was his Sgt, so i went and talked to the commissar and got his punishment paired down to being transfered into a penal legion (we happened to BE a penal legion, and the only one on planet) and the next day he was released back to my care, but with an explosive collar. The rest of us had a good laugh at him.
Apparently, he managed to lie about what regiment he was in (trying not to sully the honor of Landunder! what a good lad) so the commissar, who didn't really care either way, sent him back. It was all pretty amusing.