Open sky, artillery shells falling all around, riding inside powerful behemoths, taking the fight to the Greenskins in a blazing inferno of blood and iron. Mounted combat and having mighty steeds was something his homeland was famous for, Seth himself trained into it even before he was conscripted into Legions, so it didn't come as a surprise when he spoke up and placed his vote.

"I vote for the major assault as well. This is what we are born to do Sarge - smite the foul aliens with the hard iron, big guns and lots of explosions. Such charge, alongside the rest of the company, shall indeed be a glorious sight and if we want to make a mark as a squad, we must be present there!"

Seth didn't pay much heed to what Akar said about Perturabo. As little as he knew, Perturabo was a brilliant tactician, strong-willed warlod, but also a cold-hearted bastard. Like every marine, Seth too wanted to mimic his Primarch in everything, that was one of the reasons he always pushed himself forward and forward to achieve that perfection and come a step closer to the Lord of Iron, in every way possible except his personality. Whatever he thought, Seth knew that there was no way he could be as cold as his master and quite frankly, he didn't even want to.

OOC VOTE FOR Iron Without - Captain Brumdar's Challenge

@BruticusTheGoreHound

Once the troopers cleared the trench, Seth jumped in it and gestured Dyzek to follow him. "This looks like a good place as any," he spoke, in the meantime grabbing the unconscious solder and tossing him over the trench, not too gently but not like he would notice one more bruise anyway.

Revving his chainaxe, he grinned. "Any rules, handicaps or something? Or just the old-fashioned way?" he asked and prepared himself, awaiting Dyzek to make the first move.

OOC: Iron Without - Captain Brumdar's Challenge

The Astartes was quiet throughout the briefing and past it; there wasn't much he had to speak of just yet as he patted his chest. The injuries from before were long gone, but it became a habit at this point; such was the first true injury he'd gained, and he made sure to constantly mentally remind himself of his carelessness.
He mentally scolded himself at how dirty and dented some parts of his armour were; though with the constant risk of the Greenskins on the horizon, he never truly found the time to maintain his armour past 'decent' levels.
He hadn't spoken too much to the others; though when he did, he at least did his best to seem sociable and humorous from time to time. In such grim settings, grim humour was usually the most welcome.

When the sergeant came over however he stood himself up and bared his combat knife, expecting something to be moment's away - only to hear that it was merely a mission.

"Aiding the captain would personally, seem like the best bet to do something worthwhile; aiding in stealth and subterfuge isn't my expertise after all." He said, nodding in response. "Unless they're going to hand us all camo cloaks, I'd be pretty sure we'll get spotted by the greenskins in that operation."

"...Besides, if there's a chance I get to use a turret, sponson or something thereof, I'll be a happy man."

Post-Briefing One - Surgery Two: @Vlayden
"Now then Marcus. I won't waste too much of your precious patrol time. Lets get to your own wounds shall we?" Maugan lead the young line warrior into an empty surgery cubicle and guided him up onto an operating slab. "I noticed quite a few punctures on your person. Considering who we're fighting I suspect there is a very good chance that you probably have some slugs and shrapnel stuck in your person. " A diagnostor monitor was drug around and tilted so it aligned with how Marcus had been laid out. "I want you to watch me while I work, nothing like first hand experience to get the knowledge drilled into you. " Another hand reached up and pulled a saw unit down to level, a few twitches of the Apothecary's fingers activating the unit and causing blade to begin spinning with a harsh scream.

"Normally I would advise anesthesia, however I've always been fond of making sure my students know full well just how uncomfortable these procedures can be. Motivates one to make sure their own handiwork is precise, swift, and that you aren't upsetting your patients too much. " A small focusing apparatus mounted on the side of the saw began to bore into Marcus' armor with a laser. "Even if you aren't a fully fledged Apothecary and just the one lugging around extra medical supplies, you want to make yourself as useful as possible. " A square section had been burned into his armor around a penetrated patch of ceramite. "Normally we would just strip away what armor was obstructing the wounds, however you won't have such luxury in the field and I want you to see how to work around the issue. Of course you won't even have the advantage of these tools either, have to make due with what is available. I'm sure you, or someone else in your squad, is clever enough to figure out an alternative if needs must. "

Maugan had begun rambling a bit, eyes focusing in on a clotted bullet hole. Narthecium clinked and whirred as a new substance flooded a syringe on the apparatus and several injections were made around the damaged site. "A little something to retard the effects of your Laramann Cells. Can't go digging around in a wound if your flesh is trying to seal itself up around my tools, no? " Clearly a rhetorical question Maugan carried on with deft flicks of his hands, a scalpel extending from his Narthecium and beginning the process of carving an incision that would allow the legionnaire to excavate whatever foreign objects were lodged inside Marcus. It was a small pain and one that the warrior could easily ignore, but it would only get worse from there as tweezers, clamps, and pins were factored into the equation. Folds of flesh prodded aside so medical tools could wade through bloody innards and retrieve shards of metal. Perhaps the worst of it wasn't any sort of pain, but the feeling of having hands that weren't his own rooting around inside him.

To say the least, it was rather uncomfortable when he was under surgery; the gunshots themselves, the frag's shockwave and the harsh landing afterwards were painful. This was just annoying - a bee sting at worst for his superhuman physiology.
Not that it didn't make him wince as the tools pulled aside small bits of flesh to look for the slugs resting against his ribcage - or 'rib wall' as he called it - his eyes widening as he glanced down at it.
"...So that's what it looks like." He murmured to himself, a bit enlightened. He felt the difference with the segmented, boney plate but never saw it until now.
It was.... Well. Bizarre. But nice to know he didn't need to worry about something shooting between the ribs!

Surgery Two: @Vlayden
Clink. Maugan deposited a bent Ork slug on a refuse tray. Pins were snatched up with a single wave of his hand over the wound and counter acting agents then injected to allow the Larraman Cells to do their job once more.

"One down. " Noting Marcus' expression the Iron Warrior hummed with amusement. "Never seen your own rib plate before I take it?" Las-saw was brought over to another section of armor in need of clearing out. The actual sections being cut away weren't too large. "After we finish here I'll be authorizing the dispensation of a few chemicals and a modification for your armor. " Saw was lowered and began to rip through his armor, Maugan bringing it down with worrying speed before bringing the blade to an abrupt halt when it was less than a hair's breadth from splitting skin. "I'll be issuing you a standard medical kit. You'll be given Detox, some stimulating agents, and a gauntlet of your choosing will be modified with a drill and syringe. " The same Larraman inhibiting substance was injected into Marcus once more, little more than split second stings followed by a coolness that toed the line between numbing and chilly.

"The drill will allow you to bore through even ceramite, this makes way for any injections you may need to make. The stimulants will be a mixture of chemicals meant specifically for general deployment. It won't work miracles, but it'll keep someone on their feet or stabilize a dying warrior long enough for someone like me to get to grips with them. " A brass fragment was pulled from the meat of the left breast. Rope like strands of blood briefly connected body and excavated metal before it clinked down on the tray. Pliers speared right back in as Maugan sought out the next fragment with an educated guess; instantly striking play dirt and plopping the other half of a fractured round down with its friends.

Operations continued for another five minutes before Marcus was free of the surgery. He was curtly ordered off to the ladder hatch on the sub-level. Maugan would return to him after several minutes with a reinforced metal case that was roughly the size of las-pistol holster. Contained within were the budding Apothecary's ration of chemicals, the container itself meant to mag-lock to his power armor wherever it was most convenient.

"Take this over to our Armory unit and bother one of the Tech-marines to get you set up. " A data-slate was handed off next. A brief perusal revealed a series of authorization codes, an electronic signature, and a summary of what exactly Marcus was to receive when his armor was properly modified. "Come find me in the future if you decide that playing middle man for the wounded isn't good enough. Hopefully you've the talent to put my knowledge to good use. "

Listening to their sergeant had given the slight surprise at his brashness when talking of the primarch, though it was not that surprising, he knew that the cold directness stemmed from their gene-farther himself, and he had never been a benevolent man. Grunvil was after all Olympian he new how Purturabo wanted worlds to look and act, and he knew of the decimation he had enacted upon the legion when it had been Terran.
"Aye i agree with Dyzek, Seth and Marcus, we should ride with the bulk of the legion, let some more experienced infiltrate, while we keep our selfs in the forge of battle, hammering the orks into submission properly." Grunvil added.
OOC VOTE FOR Iron Without - Captain Brumdar's Challenge

As he listened to the man he nodded, a bit of glee coming into his mind; being an Apothecary was even better than being a mere Tactical, in his mind; he got to do the typical works of an Astartes and be a medic.
"What if I'd wish to getting to be an apothecary now?" He asked with a brow raised; as much as being the 'middle man' was decent enough for keeping his eye on the combat, he saw already that the group was going to be needing more than just that.
Better safe than sorry.

Post-Surgery: @Vlayden
"Then come back with some actual experience and a recommendation or two trooper. That or bother medical HQ about it once we're done campaigning. Not going to spend precious time educating someone who hasn't at least gotten through some practical hours while we're still mid-campaign. Dismissed, Marcus. "

@DeranVendar
The recruit gave a nod and - without wasting much time on that - went over to find some Techmarine.

...He did contemplate briefly if he could simply use this excuse to go find a tank to drive, or a land speeder, but he knew that may result in punishment instead for avoiding duty.