I stepped out into the blaring sunlight, and even under my cap I had to squint for my eyes to adjust. As my vision came back into focus, I saw Morek standing there, idly looking my way as if he had not even deigned to sit down or loiter since I had walked inside. I had always heard abhumans were a strange lot, but they were still tangentially related to us humans, despite the mutation. I noticed he had not even put my bags down, and silently marveled at the stamina or holding up both heavy sacks without even appearing to tire. Granted, I was not going to complain. I'd rather not have red dust caked over any of my effects. 

What was going to complain about was that I had been told transport was here, and other than two military ground cars fit to transport dozens of men, and both seemed very worn and perhaps even inoperable, I was curious on how exactly I was supposed to arrive to my unit, unless Morek was set to drive me. 

"Corporal, where is my transport?" I asked him. 

Morek lifted his left hand, still holding my bag, and pointed at the horizon. Blinking, I followed his finger and saw a plume of dust rising in the distance, and a small black shape slowly growing larger as it approached. 

"Ah, very good. Now, as we wait, what can you tell me of my unit?" 

"Finest men in the Imperium," He said neutrally. I furrowed my brow, unsure if he was mocking me. "Been here four terran months. After the 12th Black Crusade and one of the largest Ork incursions in the Segmentum, a number of the regiments got remade and reinforced. This is the newest." 

"Did you see any of the fighting?" I asked him. 

"Aye. Killed me a nob and a few chaos lads. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get your chance to have a go, sir." Morek remarked, and spat a chunky blob of phlegm on the ground. I had a feeling this was the most delightful he would ever be. We were interrupted as the small military ground car rounded one of the small armories and screeched into what counted as the 'driveway' of military command, which was the same bland pavement as the hanger runway. The door to the driver's side opened, and out stepped a woman, which surprised me. I was not aware this was a mixed-gendered unit. She wore combat fatigues and looked tough enough. She was short, a tad on the thicker side, with close cropped brown hair and a look I couldn't quite gather. Pretty enough, I supposed, not that her looks were any consequence. What I was worried about was fraternization in my unit. 

"Your carriage awaits, sir." Morek said.

"Don't be funny, Corporal Holdfast, and put my bags in the back of the car and get in." I told him, waiting for the woman to introduce herself before I did, as was the standard procedure. Morek did as he was told immediately, without the cheeky grin I half expected to see. Man was like an automaton.