A quiet, annoyed sigh follows your statement, but he drops the box and pack roughly on the ground. Grabbing some things out of them, when he stands up he appears more a rogue Guardsmen then a mercenary. He wears the hard breastplate and abdominal armor common in the Guardsmen, similar to yours, but with red markings across the chest that he must have put on himself. Pulling down goggles over his eyes, he lifts a hefty laser rifle from the bag.<br/><br/>"Screw it. Let's go to work." As I speak, a fireball looms in the distance, towards the front gate, and a small shockwave shakes the ground. "There's our cue."