When the vox speakers blared for ground units to report to their proper boarding stations Marcus wasn't surprised, in fact he was already preparing for that flight to the surface to come. He sat inside the valkyrie he and his squad were to take to the surface. His knowledge of what was to take place lacked as far as what he wished to know on what was to take place. Marcus stood and stepped out of the valkyrie looking to his squad. "Form up!"
His squad moves quickly forming a single line. "Everyone be on their best behavior we will be in the presence of someone truly blessed by the Emperor!" As he heard power armor foot steps and servitors he turned taking position in front of his squad and executing a crisp salute. The troopers behind him did the same all of them holding the position until otherwise ordered by Viqtor. The only thing throwing off the almost perfect discipline was the large burning cigar Marcus still had in his lips that he had forgot about.