Warren watched his people got themselves sorted and into their respective shuttles.  A lot of them were going to die...A lot.  It was the way of war he knew, but being the tip of the spear every single fucking time did get old rather quick.  Still, they had a job to do and no one else was going to fucking do it for them.  Might as well quite bitching about and just get into the shit as quick as possible.  Least then you didn't have the time to think about how shitty things were;  you were too busy trying to keep yourself and everyone else alive.<br/><br/>All other shuttles closed and sealed, Warren did the same within his own and strapped himself in.  He looked at those in his command shuttle, looking each in the eye and quietly wondering which ones would make it and which wouldn't.  Fuck he hoped the PD got hit, it would really just save his day.<br/><br/>Turing on his mic, Warren addressed the entire platoon over the air.  "About to go into now people.  So whatever your ritual do it now."  Warren knew that could range from prayer to Emperor to tossing your cookies, he didn't really care what it was so long as they followed these words.  "Because after that moment you are not you.  You do not miss home, you do not miss your girl, you have no family.  You are a soldier in the Imperial Guard, you care only about the mission, you care only about your objective.  You are focus, you are skill, you are Guard.  Follow your training, follow your orders.  Boots on the ground, bullets in their heads, hooah!"  And with that, Warren clicked off and the shuttles lifted off.  Infantry didn't want to be late for the date after all.<br/><br/><div align="center">-On Hamilia, Outside City of Capino-</div><br/>"Send another flare!" Warren shouted to his staff, two more redlights erupting into the air, illuminating the cluster fuck going on all around them.  The company was doing well.  Warrens entire platoon with the exception of his sniper team and Paige when he needed were all focused on the south side of the line.  The rest of the company held the north, east and west, with Paige's unit running in to assist in hot spots when the Major asked Warren for backup.  She and her people were getting tired though (not that they'd admit it), and would soon need a rest.  The sun was almost completely down now, and while the landing so far had been a success, the formation of the square a thing of beauty in Warren's mind, things were far from peachy.<br/><br/>The ride in had been hell for all, Warren's interpretation from the pilot being that it was a gigantic cluster for up in orbit.  The bio-ship fleet was bigger and stronger than when first met in deep space, and it would be with high loss that the Fleet and Royal Navy were able to fully secure the orbit of this planet.  Unfortunately more than one grunt knew both could bug out if it got real bad, Fleet having a particularly poor record in sticking fights out, even against lesser opponents.  Entire Divisions of Imperial guard didn't even compare to the cost of one Fleet cruiser or carrier, not by a long shot.<br/><br/>"Paige," Warren said over com, "Swap position with Church's squad and rest up."  Not that Church and Daniso were sitting with their thumbs in their asses, they were laying down constant study fire into anything that even stuck a hair out of the tree line.  While demanding of concentration, it wasn't the exhausting running around of support Paige and hers were doing.<br/><br/>"Cosinara, keep on the damn archers."  Warren said to her quickly, though it was an act of praise as yet another orc fell to sniper fire before releasing the deadly arrow in his bow.  It was at this point he came to triage that had been set up and looking at Tanaka's backside as she was bent elbows deep in some poor bastard who'd been stabbed.  Even in the heat of battle one couldn't help but admire that ass.<br/><br/>"Give me some good news Doc.  I need one of these artillery guys up and moving just so our people don't blow themselves the fuck up."  Warren needed someone who tell him what he could and couldn't do with the five giant fucking guns currently just sitting behind and being absolutely useless.  Could he use them for direct fire, or would did he have to belt the enemy with indirect fire at a steep angle?  And if so, how close could he get that indirect fire to fall just ahead of his line.  The arty boys were barely hanging on when they'd arrived, and if Tanaka couldn't save at least one (a good one at that), those guns out of there really were just big toys.