Sergeant Crassius looked over at his Lieutenant, he nodded at him knowing that this might be last time they saw one another alive. He looked over to Stalwurt and Valokov the two squad members sitting on either side of him. "Stalwurt, don't get too jumpy with your launcher," he said nudging him before stopping a nearby priest. "Father, would you lead my men and I in a prayer to our glorious Emperor?"<br/><br/>The priest smiled, "Of course my sons, Faith is always stronger than fear." He looked at a commissar with a smile and then began, "Oh great Emperor watch over your sons who in the coming battle will give everything in your name. May you see their courage and devotion to you as the slay the Xenos who defile your holy grounds. May you protect them from the foul weapons of your enemies and guide theirs so they may smite your enemies with their righteous zeal. In the Emperor's name. Amen." The priest stood, "The Emperor protects."<br/><br/>Crassius repeated the priest word for word, "And you as well," he intoned after the priest them the best of luck before leaving  them. He grabbed his old regimental flags tattered remains and kissed it once an old ritual that his old platoon had done before it had been swallowed by the 7th. He stuffed it back inside of his inside pockets. He was ready for the coming battle, his leg began to jitter as he became excited to fight for the honor of his planet and his emperor once more.