"My Duty, to the Deathwatch. My Life, for the Imperium. My Chapter, no more. With bolt and plasma are justice served. In service are my sins measured. I am the Black shield that protects humanity. By my sacrifice can mankind endure.  Brother Ruhr sat in contemplation, helmet on since boarding the Thunderhawk. Saying one of the many pre-battle oaths of the Black Shields. His vox set to receive so that non but the commander may hear his utterings. He had just finished when Watch-Captain Vogus announced that they were entering the atmosphere.<br/><br/>"Acknowledged, Watch-Captain" he said switching the vox in his helmet to transmit/receive. He reached down and unclipped the Plasma pistol from the mag-lock on his leg. Checking the temperamental weapon over and ensuring that the plasma feeds were properly connected before connecting it back to his leg. He then picked up his combi-bolter and made sure the breach of the bolter was clear and the action was smooth. Finally he checked that the melta mounted on top was loaded and functioning. If the Orks had a foothold that was claimed. Their crazed tech creators, or Mekaninks as they were called would have begun construction on vehicles and maybe even a bastardized version of the hallowed dreadnoughts. Regardless the blessed power of the Meltgun would reduce whichever they faced into so much slag. As the Watch-Captain relayed the deployment orders he readied his weapon and prepared to move out and engage the enemy.