"Sir." Bolter saluted and stepped out of the room, walking briskly to the armory. He slid his helmet on as he went, adjusting to the interface of its visor. His vital signs pooped up in the corner, and the rest of Acolyte Squad's numerical designations followed. Bolter opened his locker and pulled his equipment free from the racks inside. He slid his pistol into the holder at his side after checking its power pack, then moved onto his T-21 light repeating blaster. He slung the weapon's power generator over his back and attached the cables to it. His visor displayed the generator was feeding properly and he rested the cylindrical blaster in the crook of his arm. Curious about the performance of his new squadmates, he hurried to the hangar bay.