On the ride down Tarkus was quiet much like everyone else, this was quite the somber bunch. Between them no one seemed to engage in the typical nervous chatter. While that suited him fine it unnerved him since he relied on such chatter to scope people out. Even as the thing rocked back and forth he looked at home. Leaning back in the seat the guardsmen treated the seat like one would his favorite chair.  Propping his feet on his pack which lay before him he lit a smoke on the way down. It was an old habit even in non combat drops. Sort of like the last meal prisoners get which was a more apt analogy then he intended.<br/><br/>Reaching into his webbing he pulled out the photo unfolding it quickly. Laying it on his knee Tarkus pulled out his notebook flipping it open. Despite the rough conditions inside the Arvus he managed to write pretty well. Sketching what passed by the small windows in the lander with deft strokes to pass the time. For him this was still a vacation from the bloody reality that awaited him. Chuckling to himself as he realized the double meaning behind such words. When the party landed with a sharp jolt from the impact followed by a creak from the landing gear Tarkus snuffed out his lho stick. Folding up the photo and closing his notebook he was the last person to make it off the ship.<br/><br/>Sure enough the pilot didn't spend another second on the ground. In a cloud of smoke he was off leaving the four to themselves in the hellish landscape. It was nothing new to him to see bloodied men in the middle of pure carnage. In fact it reminded him of the only home he ever had. Taking a deep breath Tarkus closed his eyes smelling the sulphate,steam tinged with oil,blood and cordite. Yep it was all the smells of home alright albeit better smelling then the swamps of Dusk. However one thing rang weird that no one else seemed to catch was the pilots parting words, what game? Ah well he was sure it wouldn't bite them in the ass.<br/><br/>"I suppose you think I'm just the muscle here but what you don't know is that I was recruited for my looks." Responding to the gearheads quip with a grin that twitched the scars on his face. Looking over at the nobleman he shrugged shifting the lasguns strap higher on his shoulder. "Now I'm not one for formalities but I would like to know some names, just in case"