Lezan closed his eyes as the servitor counted down, relaxing his entire body and ignored Shabran. If they died on the way to the planet below, there was nothing he could do, and he refused to worry about something he had no control over. As the sudden lurching plunged their dread claw down to the planet, their commander provided a pic feed of first the ship to ship combat in orbit, then of the carnage on the world below. The Lion's son open an eye for the first, making mental note of the ship classes along with the names he could spot for each. Lezan also did his best to keep track of best estimated damage and destruction of which individual crafts in the essential melee in high orbit. The traitors seemed to have the upper hand at the moment, then again the Imperials had a habit of throwing as many men, ships and tanks as they have to do in order to accomplish their objectives, so who knows when the next wave of loyalists would arrive. As to the action, or the slaughter, below, only one thing caught the Lion's eyes. The moment the Black Legionnaire appeared, Lezan began making a checklist of things he wanted off of their corpses. Swords, bolters, power armour pieces, anything and everything he could get his hands on. In fact, he wondered if he could 'acquire' some sort of transport to get all the goods back on their strike cruiser. The dead mortals were irrelevant; indeed, the Lion's Son could see the appeal of indulging in some butchery by Abaddon's forces considering the level of equipment they possessed. Sure, Lezan didn't share the same interest for their... hobby, but he could understand. However, that wasn't gonna stop him from sticking his chainsword into their necks and taking their high quality equipment. If they got too distracted by their entertainment, well they would only have themselves to blame. He ignored Terix's outburst, though he made a mental note on his outrage. Perhaps their illustrious leader wasn't much more experienced than they were, if some minor details like this startled him. Something to note when Terix's command slips and the chance to liberate themselves from his leadership comes. Until then, Lezan closed his eyes once more as the servitor announced their estimated time of arrival, and counted in his head every single one of the sixty seconds until they made landfall, his hand subconsciously gripping the handle of his chainsword.