The Captain looked first toward Belepheron with a simple nod of approval for the question.  Space Marines required equipment to function and the concern made sense.  So he turned slightly to gesture toward the servitors packing the drop pods along the far wall.  One in particular seemed to garner their immediate attention with stacks of ammunition being placed nearby and the storm bolter cannon atop the pod being put through paces.  “Each of you will carry two melta bombs in order to ensure the destruction of the guns and the aircraft.  Aside from that you are free to draw upon the resources of your brethren.”<br/><br/>Again he would turn back to them when the Apothecary spoke.  Weathered features considered him for a minute before a simple answer was given.  “Your choice of leader will determine that decision I am sure.  Still I do not think the green skins will be so many.  We will conduct an orbital bombardment before you are sent down.”  As if to punctuate the statement a shiver ran through the entire ship.  “This should clear much of the surface creatures, but we each know well that the orks are a stubborn thorn in our foot.  We want assurance that the weapons and craft are down.”<br/><br/>A look of disgust brushed over his features at concern over civilians and non-combatants.  “The casinos have seen no use in centuries.  Where you land will be infested with orks at this point.  As for the colony we count maybe a hundred or so families and souls.  That will change once we evacuate them.”<br/><br/>----OOC---<br/>80 requisition points per Space Marine.<br/>