The cavernous halls of what was once a store room echo with the roar caused by the 106th's daily practice. Almost a full mile of metal crates, shelving and securing equipment had been converted into an obstacle course that challenged even the veterans of the squad. It hadn't been easy, but the squad had managed to shift the contents of the room enough to make a decent obstacle course to keep themselves busy and well practiced in transit to the Damocles Gulf. Standing atop a stack of crates at the center of the room, Sergeant Dorian surveys the troopers under her command with discerning eyes. Raising a hand to her ear she shouts to the lead biker, Joseph, through the vox beads they wear. "Joseph, for the last karking time, ACCELERATE through the turns. I know you're scared you'll screw it up the way you screw EVERYTHING up, but you're risking everyone's lives forcing them to slow down for you, understood?" The youngest member of the squad, and a replacement for their previous demolitions expert, Joseph had big shoes to fill and worse still, he knew it. A muffled response came over the vox as the boy still hadn't learned how to keep the bike steady and use the comms, but Eve could see the frustration on his face. [i]Good,[/i] thought the sergeant. [i]He could use a dose of humility.[/i] But lessons quickly became the least of their worries as the leader of their mission's voice blared over the ship-wide vox, drowning out the rest of the noise their bikes were making, and demanded everyone assemble in the hangar. Despite knowing that a superior officer had given them an order, they waited for Eve to tell them to kill their bikes. "Right, you heard him. Fredrick, get'em packed up and meet me in the hangar." Fredrick responded with a snapped salute, the squadron of bikes slowing to a halt and shutting off their engines as the group began the process of loading up their bikes to transport them to the hanger. It took a few moments, but after climbing down from her perch, Eve stood before the squad and ordered them to attention. "And the next time an inquisitor gives you an order, you treat it as if the God Emperor Himself were speaking to you, UNDERSTOOD?" The squad shouted back their understanding, and Eve dismissed them before turning on her heel to make for the hangar. Once out of sight of her squad, she let out a soft sigh and stretched out her muscles. She was not the young woman she had once been, and she knew that she would be asked to retire soon. Eve removed her hat and ran a hand through her silver streaked hair, knowing that this mission was her last chance to earn a promotion to lieutenant and retire as a proper officer. But there would be time enough to worry about that later, as she was quickly joined by the twins, Arnold and Alli. "Excuse us, Sergeant?" "Yes, what is it, troopers?" The twins always spoke together, for whatever reason. It was fascinating, as the two knew each other so well as to be almost perfect mirrors in action and thought, yet wholly unsettling at the same time. "Ma'am, we were just wondering why you're so hard on Wires." "You'll remember I was just as hard on the two of you when you first joined this unit, and it was through that strict regimen that you became the troopers you are today. Now get back to the store room and help the other two finish, before we're all brought up on charges. Dismissed." That was all the twins needed to return to their duties. In the ten minutes it took for Eve to reach the Hangar, her squad had already reached it and started loading their gear into one of the valkyries in preparation for planet fall. Eve helped with the finishing touches, securing their bikes and making sure they were well supplied for the mission ahead before the squad took its place before the valkyrie in a flawless line, Eve herself standing ahead of them and giving the occasional glance at the cadian troopers they were to be working alongside. She was damned if she was going to be out shown by such rabble, and snapped to attention as she waited for the inquisitor to arrive.