Unit 7's concentration was broken for a moment and his hotshot silenced its righteous fury as his lenses looked over one of his squad mates. A Cadian girl, violet eyes were a dead give away. And yet she seemed to be falling apart at the seams. Quite unbecoming of a Cadian. They were the front line against the Great Enemy, held the line like a Krieger. This was not what he had expected. She had even dropped her helmet. Was that allowed? She would need that. Walking back to the ship the Krieger located the helm, walking back over to his squad in cover and knelt before the girl, placing her helm back on her head, affixing it perfectly as he adjusted the strap, his lifeless lenses looking over her. She was scared, but he could understand why. Was she scared to die? That would be silly, but not all knew the truth like the Krieg. "In life, war. In death, peace. Stand the line, and give your life. That is all you must do Cadian. Ave Imperator." Unable to think of what else to say, the Krieger nodded to the Valhallan, Kasrkin, Chem-dog and Ogryn before standing up and out of cover, hotshot screaming to life once more. @Starcaller @Jammysod @Vlayden @GobMaw_HellSmasha @XV-878
Chester slapped Brock to get his attention, and pointed at the Cadian from earlier that was now part of their squad it seemed. "Hey kid!" Brock shouted over the din of battle that surrounded them. "Thanks for the smokes!" He had a big grin on his face before turning back towards the ruins of what USED to be a gate, The Bruiser belting out rounds into the enemy position. Body parts and fortifications flying, but it was mostly fortications. Shoving the Lho-sticks into Brocks pocket before taking one and lighting it, Chester turned back to the 'kid'. "Get up her so you can see kid. Start puttin the box to some use. Could prob'ly do with some air support or artillery or sumthin!" Pulling out his own binos, Chester started directing Brock to different targets, which resulted in more body parts than before flying through the air. In the short time that Brock had looked back he noticed that the squad was all sorts of mismatched. A Kasrkin, a Kreiger, a Valhallan, a Chem-dog, the kid, and even an Ogryn were present. Seemed like one of those three priest walk into a bar joke gone horribly wrong!
The armoured woman would look down at Alice through the helm's visor - it was uncertain what her face scrunched into, whether it's judgemental, sympathetic or indifference - but she reaached and patted at her shoulderpad roughly, hefting her plasma gun. "Do you have your lasgun?" She asked through the helm, eyeing her over. Yes, she does - even her vox caster! Good. They may need that. "You: follow me. I have no damned idea what's left of this group, but we'll work as we can." She said, standing tall and jogging over to the gunners. "You! You two, how's your ammo count? How many boxes?" She asked firmly. They seemed to think her the sergeant; admittedly she didn't see any as it is. Perhaps in the hit he (or she) was taken out. Perhaps this was why her commanding officer sent her here, she thought.. Fate decreed that she be the one to lead. If so, it's best that she act like it. Consolidate supplies and manpower, and figure out a blasted way to their objective, whatever it was.
Choosing to remain silent throughout the dropship's descent to the planet below, Alexander chose to instead make one final check of his equipment to ensure that it was in proper order. Finishing his equipment check just as the dropship was landing Alexander quickly removed his safety harness and joined the throng of his fellow guardsmen as they rushed down the ramp. Seeing a rather diverse group of guardsmen and women gathering around a heavy weapons team that had setup nearby the Mordian Psyker made his way over to join them. Quickly arriving at his destination he said,"Do any of you know what is going on over here or what our objective is?"
Chester grunted before responding, "3 and 1/2 boxes. We movin'?" He wasn't sure who the Kasrkin was, but she must be in charge if she's asking about ammo counts. "Looks like you got the short end of the stick ma'am. Orders?" Chester wasn't in charge of the gun, but Brock was occupied sending the enemy to whom ever they worshiped. No reason to quiet the gun if they didn't have to. Turning back to the field ahead he saw an enemy unit attempting to flank, with a quick tap on Brock's helmet he pointed out the new target and turned back to the Kasrkin before Brock began raining death on those foolish enough to venture away from cover. "Ready to move when you are." He snuffed out the Lho-stick and readied the gear he had on him, which honestly wasn't much besides his weapon, ammo and binos. @Vanestus Just as he finished another person approached, he appeared to be a Mordian psyker. Could this drop get any stranger?! A new unit, thrown together from the biggest ragtag group he could think of. Well atleast it looked like they had Kasrkin in charge, so they had that going for them atleast. "Looks like we are taking THAT he said pointing to the blown open gate." Chester was about to crack a joke about them hoarding the best boot polish in the galaxy being the reason for the assault, but figured it best NOT to piss of the Kasrkin.
She gave off a small nod at his wording, patting at his shoulder. "Three boxes - gonna get around and see what we have left." She muttered. At his question for orders? Well.. She shrugged, and admitted, "I have not a single idea." Before jogging off to look about at everyone else - doing her best as a makeshift leader of sorts to be sure that the troops were alright and supplied, and whatnot: three boxes? Seemed like it'd not last long in her mind, unless rationed in small bursts. Emperor guide me, this is going to be insane... She muttered: Death Korps, Valhallans, Chem-dogs and Cadians who are barely more than white shields all under her wing... And an Ogryn on top of her wing. She knew she'd best start praying now, because she'll need it later.
Albert simply watched the Kasrkin moving around in an attempt to lead the group and sighed upon the realisation that she didn't know what to do either. He waved her over and attempted to yell over the sound of the gunfire. "Hey, Kasrkin! I have an idea and I know at least one other man and one Ogryn who will volunteer for the damn near suicidal part." He shouted, gesturing at the Krieger next to him.
As if Skud wasn't confused enough already, the human lady from earlier started moving while he was currently firing away. His Ripper Gun stopped as he ran over to where she was going. She told him to follow her, never told him when too stop. "Skud shoot this way now?" the Ogryn said, scratching his head. He looked down at his gun, then up, then down at his gun again as if he was still trying to put two and two together. Though it wouldn't be advised to ask Skud what two plus two is. It could take awhile, and one might not even get a coherent answer. Upon over hearing the two men near the giant gun-that admittingly Skud wanted to try- he believed he over heard their objective. "Empyrar want gate?" He asked not necessarily getting the idea of whether it was supposed to be an order or a joke.
Chester looked to Brock hoping he heard the Ogryn, but he was too busy to notice. "Uh.... yes?" He knew how ogryn were, and this one didn't look like one of the 'smart' ones. "We shoot until that lady" points at the Kasrkin "tells us to charge." Chester was barely responsible enough to keep himself out of trouble, and now an ogryn fell into his lap! Why couldn't Brock be the one to handle this, he was the one in charge!
Brade lies at the threshold of the cover that the squad found themselves in, his body tense against it in twitching anticipation. Lasfire and autoslugs scorch and thud the ground nearby them occasionally, eliciting a snarl from Brade each time they do. Too far away to make use of his combat shotgun, he violently fidgets as he awaits the order to advance, slamming his fist repeatedly into the wet, ashen soil and staring upwards at the gate. He is aware of his squad talking around him, but the salience of their voices is dulled by the roaring haze of nitro-chems.
