Marcus broke his salute as they were dismissed. His ungloved hand that had wrinkled puckers if burn scars upon it reached up and pulled the cigar from his mouth, tapping some ash on the ground he pointed to his troopers. "Get the rest of that gear loaded Guardsmen or I will beat you so bad you will wish you were going into the eye alone!" His head swiveled as he noticed the Mordian Sergeant and stuck the Cigar back in his mouth making the cherry flare brightly with a deep inhale. Smoke slowly filtered out Marcus nose as he walked over to Sergeant Dorian a both hands resting on the holsters that held his last pistols. The power maul strapped to his back. "Wasn't aware we were fighting beside royalty." Speaking gruffly the Cigar sticking out the side of his lip. "Sergeant Anthony, Marcus Anthony." His hand extended towards the Mordian Sergeant in a gesture of Comraderie.

The rest of the Cadian troopers had taken to loading their Valkyrie and finishing up checks. Cerra Vatao was finishing up her vox checks making sure all instruments were working properly, while the rest of the squad was carrying boxes back and forth. Corporal Kadar stood over to the side watching them all closely. "If you guys moved any slower we would miss the whole battle!" He pointed to Private Tundrish and started yelling. "Get your arse up Tundrish move that damned power pack crate inside or I'll make sure the Sergeant gives you to the sisters for a lesson in duty!"