Brannon slowly shook his head and pulled his hands back from the lid. A single disappointed glance in the direction of the Quartermaster is all the time he wasted on the man, before turning away towards the exit.<br/><br/>"Ah well, that leaves us few men and women to bring the Emperor's Will to the place where the Imperial Guard failed." Brannon said pulling his shotgun and checking it, then returning it to the holster on his back, "And if we fail, this planet is likely scorched from orbit with every single living soul on it."<br/><br/>Slowly he walked towards the exit, looking back once at the Quartermaster. In his rags, his old shotgun, and the old shoes he stole from a corpse, he made for a sorry looking planet saving hero.