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"[color=lightsalmon]Captain, can we expect less chances of friendly fire happening to us[/color]?" asked Meris, thanks to the new armors and everything - she was able to almost blend-in with the other usual rabble. But those whom usually caused the most damage, where those in positions of power - be they artillery commanders, or crazy priests in general.

It helped that most of her equipment got a new and replenished look to them - if nothing, you could atleast count on the Administratum to divide everything based on numbers. As such her new suit of Cadian flak-armor helped in blending into the usual mass - sure by paperwork, she was abhuman. But with their numbers almost very low, they were usually stuck in groupings by skillset and not race. Plus her usual supply of medical equipment was getting very-very low at that. If anything wounds made by ork weapons, required a lot of bandaging and heavy amounts of painkillers.

Still it didn't hurt to ask, since while she only needed to hide her canines in her mouth and wear a pair of goggles to hide the eyes - they had a literal walking goat-man with them. Whom likely stuck out as a sore thumb on any battlefield - and she wasn't in the mood again to be shelled by the Imperium - because some Arty Commander thought, they looked too ork-ish.