Warren listened to Paige's story and couldn't help but replay the dozens he'd heard before.  While not the exact same, any of them, they went along in a similar enough manner that he knew exactly the type of situation she had been in.  Hell, he'd been in that spot once or twice himself.  As a NCO and Officer.  Because unfortunately, glory seeking lunatics with no regard for the men, were not just a symptom of the lower rank officers.  Warren had come across more than one Captain, Major or even General that couldn't give two shits about the lives of the men under him.  And Warren himself had been ordered by such men to take his soldiers into the fucking maw of the beast time and time again.  He knowing maybe a fraction of them would make it out alive.<br/><br/>It was a bit different now though, the Captain he was under was a good man.  One who cared about his company and the men in it.  So he mitigated the danger they were going into best he could, when he could.  But the fact came down to it though, that if the regiment was sent somewhere, they all had to go.  And if they were ordered by command to go into a fuck storm, well they had to.  Such was the beauty of the Imperial Guard.<br/><br/>"I'll take that under advisement Sergeant.  I haven't rightly met the woman, nor have I seen in her action.  So I ain't promoting no one till that time.  But your words have some weight so don't think it isn't for nothing."  Pouring himself another glass he would do so for her should she want another bit of the good stuff.  Not that Warren was a snob when it came to his booze, but he did like to spring for the good shit when he could.<br/><br/>"Well, I don't have the exact details of our drop zone, but I do know we will be involved in city fighting.  General bulletin for our mission is get the orks out of every major city we can.  Without entirely destroying the damn things if possible.  It'll be a long mission Paige so get comfortable.  The Fleet’s failed entirely in defending this sector, so the people on this planet had no warning, and the troops stationed here were slaughtered months ago.  Command has already won some cities back, but we are here to do the grunt of the work.  Rules of engagement are if it's not human, kill it.  Civi's we find we send back to the secure lines we create along the way, but we are not an escort service.  We perform immediate assistance and move on.  They lived this long down there anyway, so probably learned a thing or too about surviving.  Now-"<br/><br/><em>"This is the Captain!  All hands brace for multiple impacts!"</em>Came a smoke age voice over the ship wide coms.  Warren looked at Paige, then his phone.<br/><br/>"Get the platoon ready.  I want them in full battle gear by the time I am down there and know what the fuck we are dealing with."  With that he snapped up the phone and began dialling.  It was then they felt the first of many impacts throughout the ship.  Some were just a dull thud, others slightly shook the room.  Nothing major however occurred near them, nor the platoon itself.  In other parts of the ship however, people were being sucked into the vacuum of space or being sealed off buy blast doors to stop further damage from occurring.<br/><br/>"Never a dull day in the Guard, eh Paige?"  He said with a grin before barking into the mouth piece.<br/><br/><div align="center">***</div><br/>"To each there own."  Church said with a smile at Sarah's story, taking a full shot of the stuff back and instantly hating himself for it.  God he fucking hated this shit.  He however quickly took another and missed most of what Irish had said.  And was frankly glad for it as he seemed to be going at another attempted to flirt with Sarah.<br/><br/>Taking his third and final shot, at least for the moment, Church fully caught all that Dust had said.  Not that he knew the man went by that now, such things would come up later.  "Conscience doesn't have any Goddamn place in war.  So maybe you just want to stick to shining shoes."  He said with something sarcastic grin, maybe a little mocking in it but it was hard to tell.  Thinking to take another drink, Church decided against.  Three shots in a row like that made him feel the stuff, but he didn't want to be near somewhere that could be considered drunk.  He'd scene what had happened to soldiers caught drunk on service.  And rarely was the fun they'd partaken in worth the pain of getting caught.<br/><br/>Whether Dust got in a word before the Captains alert to brace for impact came on Church couldn't honestly tell you.  What he did know is what he did right after that.  Put the cap back on his bottle, hid it and glasses where they had been and went to his bunk and started getting his shit in check.  No matter what orders came down for what they to do he wanted to be ready for anything.  And that meant having weapons locked, loaded and waitng to shoot something.  Least in his mind it did.