Nathan handed over his weapon to the skinny, white and weak woman and allowed her to man handle his gear. He gave her a strong smile in return as she began to show the man how to actually use the laser weapon. After she did her tutorial, the mute - approached Hall and showed him how to use the weapon and how to handle it as well, with her non-verbal instructions. [i]"Sisters... Sisters! I know how to use the Emperor's will - I just needed clarification is all. You may rest well knowing you've helped a fellow comrade in arms, as this is a step towards our eternal redemption. For the Emperor!"[/i] He stands up thrusting his rifle into the air for the rest of the barracks to see "[i]For the Emperor!"[/i] he says again echoing out to the empty husk of the void ship.

It wouldn't be long until Nathan began to tune the others out, they didn't really care about him - did they? Regardless, he began to work with his carbine. The weapon had seen use, the paint seemed to have been worn down after years of fighting and seeing combat practically everywhere. It didn't take too long for Hall to prep it, loading ammo into the mags and prepping his kit. He wasn't an organized or professional fighter but he took pride in preparing for the end even if it was his first time. His gear looked okay, in okay order for what a conscript would have - however his personal appearance didn't seem that well. Uniform untucked, boots and trousers a mess. The Commissar would eat the man.

Yet, that wasn't who walked into the room - a Sergeant one of the red bandana wearing thugs that weren't conscript soldiers. He spoke roughly and coldly, Nathan kept an eye on him but stayed to his bunk to maintain and work his gear. Something about being ready for two hours, that's why everyone started to go to sleep. The lonely outcast made sure his gear was secure by his bed before he rested his head, only for a few moments. By the time he woke his squad was already on the move to wherever they had to be, in full kit and marching onward. Nathan scrambled to his feet as he picked up the rest of his gear, the young career criminal didn't know it but he was heading off to war.

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[i]"For the Emperor!"[/i]

Nathan screamed, he dropped the frag grenade and the pin stuck to his index finger like a wedding band. The frag dropped as the side of his foot connected with the explosive device. It went soaring for a few seconds before exploding above a group of enemy Legionaries. A moment or so later Hall rallied a dozen guards and the group to him and the band of men pushed forward with other guards into the horde of enemies. When the tides turned against them Hall made a run for it, not before a hand grabbed his left leg causing him to trip. It was one of the guards he was with, he was injured and incapacitated. Hall did what any reasonable guardsman would do if they were left in that situation.

Dragging him by both feet he ran back to their lines, being singed by laser fire on the way back as he dragged the half-dead man to their side of the mock battlefield. He had seen his squad enter a building earlier, albeit, he was too busy kicking ass on the other side of the battlefield to care. However, now that he was reunited with the building his squad might be in Hall ran to the other side of the building to run into. Frag in hand - it soared into the back door as the explosion propelled a gored corpse out the back and near Hall. Carbine raised he ran into the building, immediately impaling one of the defenders who screeched before his guts were fucking liquifed by his carbine.

A brute turned the corner on Hall and as he was pulling his bayonet out of the fresh corpse he had prepared for himself as an oaf of a soldier barrel into him. The two struggled before Hall's carbine fired a shot into the man's crotch, goring his lower region. Doubling over in pain, Nathan stepped over the giant and proceeded down the hall as he fired off another blast from his lasgun at some poor fucker's crotch. 

[i]"Yum yum yum yum yum!"[/i]