As was befitting Cadians, Angelika and her squad had risen early in order to be fully prepared, and stood on the deck, a new company standard limply hanging from the end of a pole in front of her. She had been given instructions that her entire team were to receive training in explosives to form what was known to Cadians as an 'explosive suicide squadron,' but nonetheless she had high hopes. Her team were veterans, and had steady hands and steadier minds, training them into a well-drilled squad of demolitions experts would take time, but not a huge amount of training overhaul. The twins would remain a heavy-weapons team, their autocannon having been replaced by a heavy bolter, all the better to shred light infantry, although that was the extent of the changes.

She watched as a Steel Legion veteran marched in, declaring that he was the new commander. Steel Legionnaires were hard motherfuckers, it had to be said, but she had never seen a more devastating mechanised infantry group than those that were pumped out of that Emperor-forsaken world. Hell, they were almost as good as the Cadians! She grinned a bit, before the smile faded on her face. The nutjob militiaman-turned guardsman had come back, [@Andreyich], and this time, he had a new gigantic phallic symbol.

She shifted her positioning slightly, although the bugger was about six foot taller than her, she reckoned she could take him on in a fight: this time, as the squad had been told to come in full combat formation, she had taken the time to put her heavy flamer on, and given it a clean so the end was shiny and polished. She ignited the pilot light at the front of the barrel and shifted so it could be seen by the taller man, and turned, the mechanism that attached the flag to the twin fuel tanks causing it to shift and murmur as it did so, before she let out a wide grin.

"Hey," she whispered, "Seems to me like you're seriously overcompensating for something with that. Normally, most people put it down and stop playing with it every once in a while."