Kester's jump pack ignited, as he bounded into air, the flames lifting him, the Assault Marine holding his sword to the ready as he touched down on the floor above where the drop pod had to rest. His blade was firmly gripped as his boots came to rest on the floor, the wood groaning as it took his weight. He scanned about, seeking out any foes. Priority one was assuring that the Orks would not be able to to come through the hole, and bypass the doorway.