Sven watched the conversation, with a confident smile on his face. The rotating hologram of the moon meant nothing to him. He had been on a hundred different planets, a dozen different mining moons. He had seen terrifying warp rifts, and twisted daemon cults, impossible ork fortresses, and colossal imperial factory complexes. And now he was being sent to some little mining moon, with four battle brothers from all across the Imperium. And something was up.<br/>Marius just nods to her when she finished and turns back to the kill team. "Let's get this done." He ignores the inquisitor's statement and courtesy but the Imperial Fist, and the Storm Falcon echo "The Emperor Protects" While Sven echoes "All-Father Protects" all putting their fist over their primary hearts. The Astarte, as one squad, make their way down to the landing bay. They stay there, checking weapons and performing final rites on armour.