Helmuth sat with his hands clasped together in prayer, there were looks towards him offcourse. There were always looks, not strange considering his garb, pitch-black and hugging his body tight. On his hips hung two pistols, one a laser the other an auto pistol. Hanging loosely at his side was the auto-rifle and his large sword and knife were strapped to his lower forearm and back respectively. As the shuttle-craft came to a hold Helmuth's eyes rose from prayer.<br/><br/>The older man stepped onto the doorway leading out onto the large platform, staring around as they dismounted he saw everyone was quick to leave. Even the pilots, as for docking bays, having come from a wartorn world he was used to seeing such few supplies even so he walked towards one of the boxes before the voice rang out. Looking around Helmuth quickly spotted the Barracks they were designed to arrive at, his feet carried him swiftly. Not a bounce in his step, now as the doorway turned to a bright green Helmuth stepped infront of the door. Waiting for it to open, if it refused, he'd find a doorhandle to pull it open himself.