The hissing of the hangar doors warned the party of the arrival of their latest member, and Kantor smiled slightly as he watched Brother Makradon, the Dark Angel Tech-Marine, walk up and present himself along with the rest of the Marines. Even if their mission would send them deep into Ork-infested territory, and the greenskins were unlikely to place any significant technological impediments in their way, the Black Templar liked being prepared for all eventualities, and as such, the quiet Dark Angel was a welcome addition to their squad.<br/><br/>And even more welcome was the announcement of their enemy. Having fought under the command of High Marshall Helbrecht during the Third Armaggeddon War, Kantor had plenty of experience fighting the greenskins, and had found that while they were often the simplest kind of enemy they could face, storming head first into devastating bolter fire, Orks could often be surprising and unpredictable as well, and possessed a certain form of primitive cunning. Either way, Kantor would slay them with the same determination as any other foe. He would have no pity, no remorse, and no fear.<br/><br/>Their mission would soon be underway, and Kantor made the final preparation by donning his helmet. The pristine, white Mark VI helmet slid down over his face, concealing his harsh features and black hair, and a hiss of air greeted his ears as the helmet sealed his suit into an air-tight environment. The lenses of his helmet activated, quickly identifying all members of his team with simple icons and their names. He could hear his own breathing through the filter of his helmet, and rather than feeling constrained by his all-enveloping armour, he felt at ease. It was like a second skin, reacting as fluidly as his own flesh to the commands of his brain.<br/><br/>"Brother-Captain, what is the plan of engagement concerning the objectives? Multiple objectives would call for a divide-and-conquer approach, but with the probable number of Greenskins present, splitting our small force could prove counter-effective," the Apothecary offered, as always seeking to minimize the risks of losing a precious Battle Brother. Though Space Marines, and particularly Black Templars, would not back down from any challenge to their honour, Kantor knew the value of being careful all the same.