The barrels of his assault cannon had begun to spin and the teeth of the chainfist had started to come to life just before Avorn’s voice hit his ears. His eyes, though still behind his armored helmet watched the former Kasrkin walk away. The fingers of his chain fist gripping the arm of his throne for a bit longer, though it would be the piece of steak on his royal purple armor that would defuse the situation for him. He couldn’t help but laugh softly at the Dark Eldar’s words, they did have a sense of humor after all, a bit twisted and dark, but humor none the less.  His armored head would tilt and watch Syn as she snatched up the piece of steak and ate it, letting his eyes appraise her for a moment before turning to glance to the scans. She surely had the frame of a beauty, though what was in her mind made her that much more deadly, a mild curiosity of what she sounded like in the throes of pleasure played across his mind.<br/><br/>Though these thoughts would find the back burner quickly as a chance to kill, maim, burn and maybe get some loot was brought forth. His veteran eyes scanned over the floor plan of the building, in truth his suit of armor was recording the projection and making a copy for him.  To be honest this was the kind of mission Soul Drinkers excelled at, close quarters raids in the tight confines of set space. Though it was not the hull of a ship, its tight spaces would be very similar and his tactics wouldn’t need to be changed much.  He glanced to Avorn “where are we entering the building, how many bodies are estimated to be in this building, and what kind of skill are we expecting?” not once to he ask if they should be doing the mission, simply what they where up against and where they would be deploying. Once a marine set his mind on something, only its completion or his death would be the end of it, and as it was, he had his mind set on turning that building into a kill zone.<br/><br/>“though might I suggest a more stealthy approach, why not learn the times of delivers, hijack one of the delivery vehicle during its way to the warehouse, and drive right inside the front gates, jump out and catch our enemy unprepared? “ of course this was an over simplification  of the entire battle plan, but it would favor their smaller numbers if they could get inside and among their foes. This plan was playing on their units almost over whelming numbers of close quarters fighting. He smiled softly “or we could simply have the vehicle driven into the base full of explosives, triggering it once it reached its destination and attack during the ensuing confusion , though the final decision is up to you Avorn”. he was itching to be among his enemies once more, to be spilling blood, and reaping death from those that would dare to stand before him. To better his skill as a warrior and a Space Marine where always welcome, he just hoped these rabble might have a few mutant or some other creature worthy of his time in combat.