<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Nicodemus</strong></span><br/><br/>Nicodemus had been prepared for this order since they entered the warp. As such wasn't surprised when the order finally came down.  He nodded in acknowledgment of the order and went about prepping him self mentally and physically for combat. Being from a tribal world he had always kept a few rituals he always did before combat.  One of which was he still dawned face paint before battle. His other was he always said  two prayers while dawning his war paint.<br/><br/>Nicodemus donned his armor while he prayed to the Emperor.  "Emperor guide me.  Emperor protect me from the rigors I am about to face.  Bless me Emperor as i carry out your will.  Emperor guide my blade, and should i fall Emperor receive me unto your blessed throne."  Upon finishing his First prayer he grabbed his helmet and put it on. Making sure his vox unit was off Nicodemus started into his second prayer to his ancestors.  Speaking in his native tongue Nicodemus prays" Ancestors guide me and look down upon me as i go into battle against my enemies." He grabs both of his chain-swords and places them by on his hips."Ancestors, I will not disappoint you now."  With that he grabs his plasma pistol and places it into its holster on his right thigh.<br/><br/>With a high pitched war cry, Nicodemus runs down towards his Deployment Station<br/>