'Just doin' my job, ma'am,' Dale offered in response to the Louise's thanks. He wasn't quite sure what she meant about homoerotic undertones, but then he'd never really played any sort of ball game, either before the Schola Progenium or whilst in training for the Commissariat. Arguably, he was still in training, but that was beside the point. The point being, Orks. Goddamn Orks, ruining every location they show up at and infesting the area with their spores...

But, other than that, it sounded like the Guard would have a lot of backup, both from the Adepta Sororitas (or "Bolter Bitches" as they were called on Texanis - and in fairness, that wasn't a wholly inaccurate description of many of their number, but woe betide whoever said so to their faces) and none other than the Rangers, and hoooo-nelly, wouldn't that just improve everyone's survivability several times over? Any Space Marine was worth their weight in gold, and the Rangers in particular would make damn sure their own men wouldn't die needlessly. He couldn't help but smile as he shed a small tear of patriotic pride for the boys in tan power armour, though he quickly wiped it away after the fact. They still had a lot to cover, and this one was a doozy.

'Alright, 'boys and 'girls, settle down now,' he uttered as he sat down next to the Louise, working to get at least his squad quieted before he could give out yet more sage advice on how to kill the alien. 'The big green bastards have their own set a nasty bullshit we gotta talk about, totally separate from the blue space Commies... namely the fact that they're big green bastards, and about as strong as they come. I know for a fact that the, uh, the Primer's a little, ahem, [i]out'a date[/i] on that topic,' he stated, hoping not to alert the less intelligent, more easily shook members of the squad to the fact that it was actually completely wrong, seemingly on purpose, at least on the topic of greenskins: true, they were somewhat clumsy, but that hardly mattered when they were able to cave your entire body in with the ease of a sledgehammer, and the speed of a different but somewhat faster sledgehammer.

'So, basically, all you gotta know is that they're the opposite of the Tau: they're nasty up close, so you don't get into close combat with 'em. Instead, ya pop 'em from a distance, or let the Rangers and Bitches deal with 'em. Their guns are basically garbage they clobbered together, and the bark on those things is [i]way[/i] worse than their bite.' Again, all technically true, but that didn't mean that bite wasn't powerful nasty... it was more that, whilst able to blow a hole through your liver just as keenly as any other weapon, any given Ork gun was very unlikely to sink its teeth into you specifically out of so many other Guardsmen, with how absurdly inaccurate most Orks were. Well, the solid projectiles, anyway... he couldn't say for any energy weapons they had, for he'd never encountered them nor had the lack of common sense to ask about them in training, but he was sure they sucked just as hard.