<strong>Brother Crixus, Squad landing point</strong><br/><br/>The boarding torpedo's were practically a signature point of the Imperial Swords. So many other chapters had "upgraded" that it left them being quite the unique point amongst the chapters. For there advantages however, they were occasionally rather inaccurate. Such as<em>now</em>. Sgt. Crixus was supposed to be going after the engine room with the other squads, but this had left them being quite some distance away. Taking up up his Astartes Power Sword in one hand and a blessed Plasma Pistol in the other, his eyes ran over the two squads at his back. He was a member of the Vanguard Veterans, he sat among the most talented of the chapters close combat warriors, while others may have bested him in range warfare he had no care for such a thing. But when the orks were spilling from where they had surely dug themselves in and the fighting was turned into a dirty, vicious bloodbath of dangerous corridor fighting as it almost surely would.....it was his Vanguard Veterans that would walk away with the most kills, power weapons and chainswords proving their lethal efficiency as they'd butcher the greenskins.<br/><br/>"We must move, and with great swiftness." His brother marines responded with their understanding before they started moving towards the engine room, the heavy boots of power armour making a constant and rapid 'clank' against the ships floor. "We cannot delay, if there are any engagements between here and there, end it fast and keep moving." It was for this reason he had his plasma pistol in hand, he wanted to soften anything they encountered before making a charge in a manner only an Assault Marine could.