Gor grunts as he is shoved from the craft several metres above the ground to an ungracefully heavy landing even with the aid of the 'chute. He reaches for his Ripper the moment his feet touch the ground, but somehow manages to scrounge up the effort to leave it at his side. He follows behind his comrades, eyes downcast with the knowledge that he's not allowed to shoot people up or bash their faces in.<br/><br/>The Ogryn sighs loudly and trudges along, trigger finger itching most unpleasantly. "Yes, boss."