Baromir, organizes in with one of the three man squads, carrying his storm bolter. The respirator (http://lh5.ggpht.com/_w52z2ezBXbQ/S8wP9Dn4ZPI/AAAAAAAABtM/yDlqdNdx_H8/IMG_0466.JPG) snug upon his face and the hard parts of his xeno mesh pushed against his cloak. It was a little bit to get used to hearing how loud his own breathing was, but eventually it died to a manageable level. "Hmm. We are going to want to hold the West Arterial corridors while we move to the Guard. Time's wasting people. Lets get moving."