Kiratai wore the gore of battle casually, only pausing in the tent to clean his sabre.
"You do that. I'll grab a shovel and see about digging a trench or two."
He was just thinking it'd be most useful for him to be in a trench. He liked it up close and personal, so a trench would keep him most likely safe until the greenskins hit their ranks. The additional cover he had and attrition the orks suffered due to fire from trenches made it easier for him, didn't have to worry that much about enemy fire.

Roy would shout and cheer with relief and joy as the orks fled before turning and giving a Weary smile to the cadian behind him. "That was a helluva good job on the field there Sina , and thanks for not letting me get ventilated by those greenskins back there even when i was driving you absolutely mad with the work load" he said offering her a hand up from behind the cover before they followed after their commanding officers

Roy grumbled and hummed at the droll meeting as they spoke about all the options that troubled them. He hefted his tool kits and shook his head "pardon me folks but we have a smoking chimera that needs some serious tending to" Roy bowed his head as he headed out. He was never one for much company especially not after the last battlefield. He cracks out his tools and tries muttering chant he half remembers as he tries to help repair the damaged chimera almost zoning out completely

A faint smile was on the Company Commander's face, her head nodding momentarily as she heard their votes. Some of the others that had come along spoke their own as well - agreeing in favour of the landing pad, others deciding that others such as the medical facility or the vox array would be of more use, though over a third - even nearly half - had voted for the Landing Pad, and thus, it was so.
"Right, then - the Landing Pad will be our objective. I'll see to making that our priority for th' time being, and pray to the Emperor that the blasted greenskins don't end up having flakk nearby. Too much, nearby anywhom."

"That's that, then - Sergeants, remain here for the time being, I've plans layed out and we'll see to them. Everyone else- you get out there 'n help, or relax. Whichever you wish, as you've earned it. Bloody good work, Gamma Squad did out there." Belinda gave each of them a nod of approval, before two veterans would usher them out - even the Commissar was nudged (figuratively, as they didn't feel that brave) out of the Lander.

All the same, Gamma Squad found themselves with plenty to do should they wish it - Roy would have found many nods and words of thanks as he did his best to help with what damage was done, primarily with fixing treads and transmission problems. The more serious damage such as the giant hole in the Taurox would unfortunately be too far out of his league.
Tents would be set up almost immediately in some vague sense of alphabetical order - 'alpha' being the closest to the Lander and the largest (even if only marginally), marking it as the Command Tent with its significant length. As the basic defenses were finished up, now it was up to Sixth Company to create everything else- walls were finished and from there they had basic sensor arrays set up at critical points, mines would be layed and soon, tents would be removed to be fitted with bunkers.
On the nearby hill within their fortification, more than half of the company would get to flattening it and bring materials up; barricades were set as was an up-angled vox array, specifically created for communications upward to the Navy - rockcrete slabs were brought together with forms of adhesive, a set of significantly large platforms were created, each large enough for a Valkyrie to set down upon them. Some Guardsmen even humoured themselves with spraying words such as 'Land Here' or 'Amasec Please', and other slightly more vulgarly humorous phrases for aerial view.
Better yet, bunkers were even placed into the hill as well - using its superior height to their fullest, heavy bolter teams were set inside and a single mortar crew was placed atop the landing pad furthest from the platforms.

By midnight, a few large bunkers would have been made, forming themselves as makeshift 'barracks' for the Company- the third of which was being used by Gamma Squad. Korallia made her way over to their own bunks with a water bottle in hand, her left arm covered in bandaging and her flak armour having been removed a few hours earlier. She flopped down upon her own assigned bunk and gave a sigh of contentment. The beds were firm and almost uncomfortable by civvie standards, yet for them it was marvelously better than would be enjoyed out in the field.
"...So-- anyone up for Mordian-snackfoods?" She asked aloud to the group, reaching to her footlocker teasingly. "Cards? Anythin? We're gon' get out in the field by noon, so we may 's well enjoy ourselves fer the time being and not be... Strangers. Gangers instead- our own group."

'Snackfoods'?


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The craft threatened to shake itself as it rotated around on afterburners arresting its velocity to a stall before landing. Manouver would be graceful if it was not stomach-lurching. The craft was a metal bird not unlike her bulkier cousins back home that transported minerals and other raw materials to the ever-hungry processors, smelters and refiners. Unlike her bulkier cousins the damn thing was a lot faster, producing a helluva lot more g`s.

Or so it seemed to a terrified Vostroyan as he clutched the interior intake fuel-line as Valkyrie started, mercifully to land.
"Emperor`s Nailclippers! " came pilot`s crisp and mocking tone as she watched with some amusement the discomfort of her passengers "Relax fur-coats! We are almost there. I thought you Vostroyans were supposed to be quite fond of machines."

Cyka blyat! - he kept to himself as the frustration welled up deep within his stomach, burning like a first batch of newly distilled razhok - threatening to overwhelm him.
"We fond of machines - yes! But i do not like being in one as she hurls at sonic speeds!" Vostroyan screamed at the woman across the compartment, his voice drowned out by crafts roaring engines. Despite the noise, pilot apparently heard him as she just nodded her head and turned back to her console.

As the passenger compartment opened, the Valkyrie`s single passenger disembarked, prying himself loose from the fuel-pipe that was his lifeline for the past hour. The inner side of his sleeves was a little singed but it dont matter! The thermal mesh held and he managed not to be shook apart like some toycan solider with the neckbreaking piloting. Not looking back he looked around the temporary encampment, asking around for the direction to his next post as assigned to him after his new squad in this rag-tag regiment was obliterated. Thats the second time he was the last one standing.

I miss home.

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Removing the tent-flap that was the entrance to one of the large shacks, Vostroyan looked around the assembly with a quick glance, hearing pieces of conversation and tired groans.
New comrades, huh?

Removing the respirator and goggle-mask and letting them dangle from the tube at his throat, he took a whiff of air. Smelling the person of authority, he approached a woman with her arm encased, giving a casual salute, seeing that she was only in fatigues. No need to play soldier during down-time.

"Specialist Yuri Aslanov formerly of 1054th Vostroyan Firstborn, reporting for duty ma`am!" he added in a thick Gothic-accent, clipped yet quiet tone seeing as most of the squad are either waking in these early morning hours or still grouchy from lack of sleep.
"And...snacks good!" he added nervously, hearing the pieces of the conversation as he walked in. With the comment he ruffled his thick and wide mustaches.

Kiratai had his gear and coat dumped on the floor beside his bunk. His lance was outside, near his mount. He had nothing but Attilan fatigues on, stretching his legs and lance arm in front of the bunk. Horse riding was good for posture but damn could it put one's body in a jam. His t-shirt had holes and obvious wear and tear, like he had worn the same clothes for forever.

He glanced up at the Vostroyan when he arrived mid stretch, then at Korallia.
"Last time I played cards with my clansmen we got to dig a ditch for three days straight." He switched his legs to stretch the other one as well. "The Commissar then was a sore loser."

Seemingly summoned by the very uttering of the word 'Commissar' Siegfried entered the room. His immaculate uniform and hat switched out for rather plain sleep wear. He had just finished his own private prayers he always did before he was to go to sleep. Simple things about doing well in battle, the well being of the Imperium at large, the lives of the guardsmen, and other less noteworthy things. "Your former Commissar sounds like a petty man, Rough Rider. I assume he is among the dead now, or perhaps he is one of the other ten surviving Commissars in our regiment?" He asked as he went to his own bunk which was marked by his cap which was placed upon a slightly dragged out footlocker that was his.

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Seras shook her head as the sergeant voiced herself. “Niet sergeant, plenty of wounds yet to heal, unable to give thanks and prayers to holy god emperor and blessed Tathagata Omnissiah-

Before Seras could continue she heard someone approach their tent and trailed off her speech. After seeing the new guardsman another fellow Vostroyan and hearing his name from his introductions Searas gave a brief nod to him before continuing.


“Ah yes, as saying before need to pray, need to heal, many things to do but never enough time. No need for drinks or snack, just don’t take my bunk and all fine.”

"I don't exactly know if he is alive or not. He was a prickly bastard but tough." Kiratai stood up back straight, slowly lowering himself to touch his toes. "We also might have provoked him a little. A few pranks." He laughed wistful at the memory. The subtle smile soon faded when the reality of never seeing the warriors of his clan he had fought beside since childhood came back as a grim truth.

"Guess it remains to be seen what kind of a bastard you're going to be, eh?" He continued after he finished his stretch, slowly straightening his back again.

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The Cadian gave little more than a chuckle, rolling over onto her front and resting on her elbows. "He ain' so bad - already showed he isn' gonna go executing us for the sake of 'improving morale', at least. He's one of the good sorts." Korallia said to the Rough Rider - a bit humorously, a bit reassuringly.

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"Improve morale." Kiratai spat it out and laughed loudly at the notion that executions improve morale mockingly. "Sure, let's call it that!" He fell backwards into his bunk and kicked his boots off. He put his hands under his head and belched.