Auger Trimaine<br/><br/>Auger looked around at the nameless faces around him. He didn't know many of them being recently thrown into the "Lucky 7th". He looked over and saw the vox operator and the sergeant as well as the Commissar. He hoped that he wasn't too big of an Emperor botherer. His last Commissar was one and one of the worst Lashes he had ever met before. Of course, that was a good thing in the eyes of the Commissariat, but who cared what they thought except Commissars? He chased his mind away from the thought and hoped he'd be as a good a bolt magnet as any.<br/><br/>He looked down to his plasma gun and rubbed it gently. He could feel the hum of the machine inside of it and was thankful of the connections he had made with some of the cog boy's. They had been willing to show him a few mysteries so that he could keep it in good shape out on the field and was glad for the small book of the proper prayers and litanies for it that they had also provided along with a few vials of machine oil. He patted the plasma gun gently glad that he had been given so honourable a weapon, and with such a strong machine spirit too. Or at least that's what the cog boy's had told him. He sighed a small prayer to the Emperor and asked him to guide him through the times ahead. He was sure that the Almighty was a little busy elsewhere but knew it was better to put in a small word here and there to make sure one wasn't forgotten in the vastness of the Imperium.<br/><br/>He sighed and leaned back when he could smell the smoke of a lho-stick and wrinkled his nose.  It was strange the way these people did things. In his old regiment it had been bad luck to smoke before a war was won and smokes were only given out to celebrate victory. He didn't like what he saw as cockiness and tried to push it also out of his mind. How he wished he was with Joran and Makel in his old squad, he thought to himself as he readied himself pulling out his book of litanies to be ready to begin the litany of activation. Too bad they were dead.