Private Durandal
Oh, it was time to disembark? She remembered she was being deployed with the other lancers, but only vaguely caught chatter about a borrowed gunner and the sergeant's pep talk. She needed to focus her thoughts or it might get her killed. Anywhere near a warzone is dangerous, especially for those involved.
She grabbed her gear and disembarked, trusty sword at her hip. It was strange... she supposed swordplay was ultimately meant for war, but here she was and it wasn't even her weapon. She waited a moment for the other lancers to join her before she'd go with them, to their slow advance toward their target.
She had to wonder, what if they ran into an enemy patrol? Not likely, she supposed, but possible. Even a two man patrol might spell trouble for them, but at least she had a mortar, not an armor piercer. But... not a gun among them.