<strong>Victor Orestes, Drop Point 3</strong><br/><br/>Leaning back in his seat, the straps running over his shoulders taut from the weaving of the Valkyrie in which he rode, Victor took a few moments to observe the other members of his squad. They had served a lot of years together and overcome some difficult odds. Still this mission seemed to be a bit more one sided than they were used to, especially for an initial mission in the crusade. Normally this kind of reckless throwing of life came later in the sieges and during times of stalemates. Victor pushed the thoughts away and ran his hand casually over his hotshot lasgun, double checking the weapon that he trusted his life too. It rarely failed him and he held that as a good sign that the Emperor was ever watching over him.<br/><br/>The Valkyrie seemed to shutter slightly as it slipped into the automated atmosphere of the star fort and Victor knew it was time, as did every other member. He was only partly conscious of the commands being called out, his body settling into that warrior state that he had been trained into since youth. Every muscle flexed and relaxed, testing its alertness as he rose to his feet. His left hand move unconsciously to fire up his grav-chute as his right hand gripped the handle of his lasgun, trigger finger tensing and release slightly with the eagerness to dispense the Emperor's blessed fury on the orks below. As the door slid away from the sides of the Valkyrie's cargo hold, the men quickly rushed forth, Victor not even hesitating as he dove out over the green swarm…<br/><br/>The air was filled with bullets, gun shots echoing in the massive landing bay and reverberating into a deep thunder. The sound was almost deafening, or would have been had Victor and the rest of the squad not been wearing their jump gear with protected their ears. Following his training, his left hand shot to his belt, loosening a frag, cooking it and hurling it down as he held a five second hover. In the wake of the explosion he dropped, cutting the thrust to plummet towards the ripple of bodies that had been caused from the frag. At the last second, he slammed the thrust, easing his landing somewhat but still coming down hard and in a crouch. The rest of the squad fell around him but he wasn't focused on them. Already he was selecting targets, gun ready as he sighted in the nearest orks that were recovering from the Storm Trooper's entrance.  Knowing that he would need to hold the line until the regular guard arrived, Victor sighted in his first target, focusing between those narrow, bloodshot eyes and green sloping forehead. With a grim smile, he pulled the trigger.<br/>