Avitus gripped the rubber grip of his bolt pistol with a vice-like grip, his ornate power sword grasped in the other hand. Before him were his Death Korps Officer Cadets, they were each clad in pitch black officer's trench coats and wore the distinct gas masks that were synonymous with the Death Korps. Each man was stood tall, each one of them had no fear visible upon their exterior, for such was the indomitable will and courage of the Korps that no man of their worlds would ever falter in his duty.<br/><br/>"Cadets of the Commissariat! We have word that the most vile of the Emperor's enemies is present on this very planet. The putrid Greenskins have made part of this world their new pit of existence. I trust unto each of you that you will serve the Emperor as you know how to do." Avitus said to them all, a steely determination readily visible in his eyes. "To your stations!" He bellowed shortly after, and in a practised and drilled fashion their boots making for a rather thunderous sounding march.<br/><br/>Drawing in a deep breath, Avitus made the sign of the Imperial Aquillia over his chest. He knew full well that his men could stem the rampage of the Greenskins, they would fulfil their duties or perish in the attempt to do so if such is the will of the God Emperor. Adjusting his peaked commissar's cap, Avitus left his command structure and joined his men upon the front lines of the fortress. He would see first hand the competence of his men...and remove those that proved useless.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Vadug was fully aware of the decent sized space battle occurring right outside his very mek bays. It wasn't his ignorance, so much as he didn't give a damn about it. He knew that his fighta-bommaz were more than enough to batter the puny Human fighters an spacecraft with relative impunity. If all else failed, there was always a steady stream of air-mekz to fly in his vehicles. Throwing a glance out of nearby window, Vadug had taken it upon himself to at least do something to organise his boys in whatever way he could manage.<br/><br/>Clanking his fairly massive bulk up to his 'best talkin' spot' Vadug bellowed to get the attention, whatever there was, of his boys. He then shouted to them all. "Now ladz. Dem oomanz outside dis 'ere ship iz gettin' blasted by our dakka. Soon enuff, we'z gotta get down dere and get ta krumpin da rest ov da gitz! I want dem Rokz ready soon! Whichever git dat ain't working iz getting fed to da squigz! Move yer 'selves!" It was a brutish speech for a brutish leader and his brutish soldiers. Short, riddled with orders, and generally vague. But it did it's job as his mek boyz and cybernetic orkz got to their stations.