Jayne surveyed the 128th. From the weeks she had been assigned to them thus far they seemed like a strong unit. Perhaps the strongest they had seen, give or take a few Karskins. She was proud to be assigned to them and dreamed of perhaps leading a unit like this one day. Of course all this strength wouldn't help this world if they couldn't pick their way through this rubble faster. The Emperor had watched them through the warp and meant it took them mere days to respond to the distress call, but they had taken a too safe landing zone, and because of it may not be able to reach the battle in time. 
Perhaps she was wrong and sending Cadians straight into the firing line was a waste of resources, but she doubted the remains of the PDF would be so understanding as they were butchered.

A Cadian collapsed into the rubble hard next to her, it wasn't easy carrying large munition crates through such a wasteland and Jayne wouldn't have been surprised if he broke his leg. She didn't give him the opportunity to explain himself, and picked up the crate for him. It was damned heavy, but the front line forces needed resupply, and the Emperors will pushed her on.

Even in her cool armour, her visor was steaming up. She shouted to those alongside the munitions crates "Switch out lifters, give them a break!" She was glad to see they relieved the carriers of their crates and shifted her burden to what looked like a half Ogryn. She moved up to the Commissars position. "How goes it sir?"