John didn't have an eventful trip, simply inspecting and maintaining his gear, cutting his back and flailing himself, and making sure that he would in fact remember the thoughts of the day he had earlier forgotten. He did not mind the odd looks and potential susurrus of distaste that such self-harm brought upon him; he was doing it for a good cause and that was all he needed to know. Eventually he went to sleep, his hand on his combat knife at all times. He knew people would not try anything but he simply liked the extra security it provided.

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He woke up smacking his lips, the dawning realisation that he had awoken unprepared for whatever may come falling on him. He sat up, knife at the ready to give someone or thing what for, and then realized he was relatively safe. Still, he put on his gas-mask although he did not attach it to the air supply since that would be quite pointless at the moment. In his freshly awakened state he thought they were being mobilised and thrown into the fray [i]right now[/i] so he ran forth, stumbling over himself. 

Noticing the large beastman at the front he lifted his newly provided heavy-stubber and made his way to the front after a series of [color=red]"I'm sorry could you-"[/color] and [color=red]"Excuse me."[/color] like half-sentences to indicate that he wanted, nay needed to get to the front. When finally there he stood a considerable distance away from Khaz but made sure to showcase the newly provided weapon hoping to be recognized by his height. He manually turned the barrels at the top to show what a true beaut' it was while listening to the speech between the two. 

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