Amandine secured her Heavy Flamer, locking the massive fuel tanks away in case of an accident - no one wanted to be in crash with unsecured flamer fuel loose in the drop hold - and took her seat, further towards the back, with the business end of the weapon across her lap. She trusted her Sisters to buy her time, and one to help her strap the tanks on, once they arrived at their destination. It never took long, in any case, as drilled into Amandine as it was, and she could connect and prime the hoses in her sleep.<br/><br/>She also put her 'sabbat' pattern helmet on before the Valkyrie took off, knowing that they were going to an installation on an asteroid and exposure to raw vacuum was a very real danger. Being sucked into space was bad enough, but so long as ones armour was sealed there was a also a very real chance of the Fleet ships detecting and rescuing you.<br/><br/>The anticipation and pre-combat anxiety was really beginning to peak in Amandine by this point. Though her experiences were considerably limited compared to many of her Sisters, she knew that it would seem to plateau on takeoff, level off with this constant thrumming sensation in her head and her heart in her throat, but not fear. She was not afraid. The moment they landed, when her armoured boots stepped off the ramp and she thumbed the switch to ignite the flamer, it would disappear in a wash as the Emperor's light filled her and the only things she would feel would be cool hatred for His enemies, and a distant pity for the unfortunates of the Imperium caught up in their lies.