The Black Templar listened quietly to the orders of the Captain. As he did so, his armoured finger was pressed to the side of his Diagnostor helmet, adjusting the various settings. A gentle push of a button activated the thermal vision, allowing him to see the body heat of his brothers, even through their thick Power Armour. Additional sensor readings popped up on the lenses around his brothers, notifying him of their physical condition. They all seemed to be in perfect condition, but he knew well that this could change within seconds in a mission like this, and he would have to be always vigilant.<br/><br/>As he stood there, one of his Chapter serfs came over, struggling slightly with the heavy load of an Mk. X Hell's Teeth chainsword, proportioned for Space Marines, meaning it was more than half as tall as the man himself and crafted in solid adamantium. The attendant was also carrying several clips of special bolter ammunition, and the serf took great care, knowing that if he dropped it, the shells could detonate and literally shred him to pieces. Kantor accepted the new equipment with a silent nod of appreciation towards the serf, grateful that the man had gotten here in time. He would have hated to have gone into the mission underprepared.