Commissar Darius witnessed the Vox-man’s gruesome death.  The shot through the poor bastard’s head was perfect, his brains splattered onto the Commissar’s previously immaculate uniform.  Wiping away brain splatter from his face, Darius followed up Jenkins’ order, “Who can work a vox?” he shouted at the squad.  A guardsman motioned that he could, but it was evident that the man was either pinned down or too afraid to move.  Darius cursed the man and purposefully strode over to him and snatched him over to the vox, using his own body as a shield to protect the now valuable guardsman.  Upon reaching Jenkins and the vox, Darius thrust the anonymous guardsman behind what cover there was and grunted at Jenkins with a nod.  Taking cover with Jenkins and the guardsman, Darius pulled his plasma pistol and glared at the Guardsman.  The Guardsman immediately went to work on the vox.<br/><br/>(if Darius gets hit with any sniper fire I will retcon this post if necessary to reflect the action – otherwise if action continues, I will delete this ooc)<br/>