Belepheron sighted down his bolt pistol, slowing his breathing the image of his target filling the iron sights. Targeting data filled appeared in the corner of his vision.<br/><strong>DISTANCE: 109M<br/>TARGET SPEED: .04KPH<br/>DIRECTION:SW<br/>WIND DIRECTION: NIL<br/>WIND SPEED: 0KPH<br/>CURRENT AMMO: 12/14</strong><br/>He took a breath in and fired a shot, sending a bolt down range striking the target servitor square in the temple. The bolt puncturing its skull and then a split second later detonating, reducing the targets skull to little more than shrapnel. He released his breath and lowered his pistol attaching it to the mag clamp at his leg. Satisfied with the result.<br/>"Reset and prepare training program Alpha Pi Four" He stated to the Serf manning the controls. He reached up and removed his helmet, undoing the clasps causing a small hiss from his gorget as the enclosed atmosphere escaped.<br/>As he removed his helmet the full sounds that were originally dulled by his armour's autosenses increased in volume. Thanks to the Lyman's ear implant he was able to separate the multitude of sounds. The hum of the ships engines and even individual voices in the constant chorus. He placed his helmet on the arming table at the side and unclasped his pistol and readied it again. Running through the catechisms of the Codex Astartes as he prepared again. The Codex states that a marine must train and prepare for all eventualities and you never new if you may end up losing your helmet with nothing but a bolt pistol and a combat knife for company. And Belepheron, being an Ultramarine was nothing if not an avid follower of the Codex Astartes.<br/>He readied his pistol and was about to command the serf to begin when the ever present chorus stopped abruptly.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>After stopping at the Armoury to retrieve his heavy bolter and refilling his pistol ammo and collecting several spare clips along with grenades, and after making the proper blessings and beseechments to the machine spirits of his weapons he made his way to the embarkation deck. As he strode through the door easily hefting his heavy bolter as  easily as an ordinary human would carry a lasgun, he noted that he was not the first to arrive. He took his place and knelt before the captain running through the Litanies of preparedness.<br/>“Marines!  Stand you ready to heed the Emperor’s call to arms!?”  The voice of The Captain echoed through the hanger.<br/>"Aye" He replied as loud as any other.