<strong>Pontius "Iron Gut" Condis, Landing Zone</strong><br/><br/>Pontius felt the lander touch down and no sooner had it done so were all the officers and sergeants hoping to action, urging those under their command to hurry and get ready to face the orks. Pontius slap out his last lho-stick and placed his inhaler mask so that it hid the bottom half of his face, a waste of a lho but he couldn't really smoke it with the mask over his face, and then hit the release to his restraints and stood, stomping out the lho-stick in the process. Quickly he went over a mental checklist, tapping each piece of his gear, and then nodded his head. As a Penal Legionnaire he had gotten into the habit of checking all of his stuff before and after a fight to make sure that somehow it wasn't "borrowed" from him and then never returned.<br/><br/>The wait wasn't long before the ramp clang down and all of the guardsmen were storming out of the transport to take up their positions at the and he followed Sgt. Jenkins to the established barricades and took up his position near the Sergeant. His blood boiled and the combination of the narcotic gases that was transferred from a tank on his back, which was placed while still allowing him to carry the 5th squads vox-caster, and adrenaline for the coming scrap almost made him fearless, but he knew he needed to be careful. He would feel like he was invincible and could take on the whole ork waaagh if he didn't keep himself in check, but that wouldn't be a problem since he had fought many a fights in a similar state on other plants and wars.<br/><br/>He looked towards Sgt. Jenkins awaiting for any orders as the Stormtroopers who had dropped ahead before them soon joined the rest of them Guardsmen at the barricades. He snorted behind his mask as he, like many of the Guardsmen, believed that they were nothing but a mob of glory snatchers while the rest of them did all of the hard work. But he was snapped out of his thinking when he heard what sounded like heavy footfalls and looking towards the blast doors he saw the orks coming but for another go but in greater numbers. He didn't panic but took up his position next to one of the stormtroopers who started to fire on the orks. Pontius's shotgun remained silent though, not wanting to waste shots shooting at them at such a range and he knew that the round he would fire would most likely save his life from an ork choppa gutting him like a grox.