Aquilla Lander - Aegis Dawn
En Route to Briefing
On Board - Colonel Jericho Cross, Perdition 23rd Armored Cavalry

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[color=teal]"It's never a good thing when the fact the surface of this place being completely airless is the least of my concerns..."[/color] The battered older man sitting in the Aquilla Lander, several of his senior tank commanders, the surviving ones at least, sat around him talking quietly or getting some sleep in before they wouldn't be getting any for some time. Barely six thousand strong, and they had more tanks then men that could crew them. To be fair, his tanks were built to operate in the void of space, most his men, himself included, being spacers press ganged into service before the fall of Perdition.

His carapace armor sat comfortably, it had to since he often was sitting either within the cramped confines of a Leman Russ, or sitting in the commander's copula directing the fight from where he could see. It's how he lost his eye, directing the last stand on Perdition before Ork fire finally hit him, damn greenskins could hit something eventually, put enough rounds in the air. His men dragged him off the battlefield, him and tens of thousands others and they escaped. Over the years between now and then, the regiment dwindled and died off slowly, leaving him with barely six thousand now. They had no homeworld to recruit from, and their unique situation and training left bringing in outsiders abnormally difficult.

Pinching the brow of his nose with a sigh, he focused on the situation as they knew it. Secessionists, no signs of overt Chaos yet, thank the Emperor, but that was about it. His boys were Ork killers, not rebel fighters, but he really had no say in the matter, nor would he shirk from the duty. They would drive into the maw of hell eagerly, every last one of them, and it made him proud every day that he yet lived to lead such fine men. They had nothing left to lose, so they had nothing left to fear, it seemed.

The lander shuddered, indicating that it had docked with the flagship of the fleet gathered to put down this secessionist force. Jericho stood, barking orders at his commanders. [color=teal]"Right lads, let's go. Let's hear what brilliant plan the powers that be have for us."[/color] The commanders nodded, falling in with the Colonel as he walked down the ramp of the lander, following the directions towards the briefing chambers. Sooner this was done, the sooner he could go organize his men and prepare to make war in the Emperor's name.