Platonus grabbed the vox-box, but accidently looked at some of the content on the holo-desk (not sure if it's on or not, if not then just ignore this part). Though his curosity peaked, he resisted the temptation. Curiosity kills more than just cats on Amazonia, it kills everyone. So he sprinted back to Sergeant Fenigha and hand over the vox-box, standing rigid at attention. "Your vox-box Sergeant!"
OOC: denied, the vox-box is not to be found, since it was to begin with that Astartes don't use vox-boxes. The Vox-unit is built-in the helmet
OOC: Well, let's try that again then shall we? Platonus looked and looked and looked, yet couldn't find the vox-box that the Sergeant requested. He searched high, low and in the middle for it, yet it eluded his sight. Finally frustrated, he decided to have a peek at the holo-desk after all. If he was to be punished for failure, he would at least gain something in return for it.
The battlefield information was still displayed and he learned enough in things of language to maneuver and control the holo-desk for information. At the moment he could see the initial deployment zones and the route where the scouts would go, as well as red circles that zoned Kroot activity. Certainly he could maneuver the desk to gain more information about the Alien, the own forces, available resources and different stratagems.
Platonus quickly attempted to memorize every information available to him, the took a quick glance at the entryway. It would only be a matter of time before one of the Sergeants burst through screaming at him, he had to make the most of his time while available, he then tapped the desk for further information, hoping he could get as much of an edge over their near future enemy as possible while the opportunity lasts.
Tukson thought simply and responded with; "Fire the weapon point bank upon the new target? He'd have to not loose focus and reload almost instantly... is that even possible?" The sniper rifle had limited shots, compared to the standard auto-fire bolter.
OOC: Just so you know @Donairian you won't get a reply, so just go ahead and act The Physiology of a Kroot popped up with different lines coming from their overview, naming various organs. Location of heart, description of their beak that can even dig into flak armor of Imperial Guard, their lack of excrements and that they sweat it all out rather than having 'the urge' as well as their oily skin and that specimen can vary in size, talents and color due to their genetical adaptions. Just when the young scout was reading over the deployment zones and that they expect to encounter a Kroot tribe of around three hundred to five hundred individuals, Platonus could hear steps in the distance - drawing closer. However from the sound of the steps he knew, it was nobody in Power Armor. <Sergeant Thrax Fenigha> "What was his order, though?" The Sergeant asked them, no matter of the enemy that popped just out before their so-far-designated-sniper.
