Sergeant Crassius was learning more about the men in his squad. He only had a few of his fellow Belkans with him, the rest were a mixture of the other regiments mixed in. He hadn't yet gotten to remember all of their names but he knew a few, Brind Darius was one of them, he was the squad vox operator. He would need to try and keep him alive or at least keep the vox working. He was proud, proud of a chance to make Belka proud to be a part of the Imperium, proud of the chance to prove his troops in combat, and most importantly, proud to show the God Emperor his faith through a trial by fire. He took all of this in and took a moment to pray hoping that his fallen comrades and their beloved commissar would watch over them and guide them with the Emperor's holy truth.<br/><br/>He was snapped out of his prayer as the Lieutenant called for attention. He immediately formed his squad and echoed the order just as the other sergeants. They're boots snapped in perfect unison as the order was given. Now was the time for their orders, the time to prove themselves was close at hand. He was almost trembling in anticipation. He had heard that the Regimental Commissar would follow them into battle. He hoped that the men in his command wouldn't be cowards. They all needed this, the troopers had been on edge ever since they had been crammed because the Sisters Sororitas took their original quarters. They had a strong faith but they were too fanatical in his mind. The men were afraid of them and the attitude of the Sororitas towards them didn't improve the morale. The fight would get their blood pumping again and they would vent their many frustrations on the enemies of the God-Emperor. His mind wandered back into reality as he waited silently for the Lieutenant to give them their briefing.