Ben pulled the trigger of his weapon. A soft sigh. He looked down, and the small display on the weapon was a weak 00. Bad ammo discipline. Awful. Commissars had killed men for less. A waste of time. He spent seconds trying to fire that he could have spent reloading and firing again. 

Ben stepped up from the truck, his finger pressing the pack ejection button. As he strode forward at a brisk pace, he was drawing one of the jungle power packs from his shoulder slung bag. He slide it into the magazine well, and looked at the hud as it powered up.

Ben dropped to one knee and looked down, and brought his hand up to protect his forehead and face as the truck ripped apart in front of him. Ben followed the sister's bloody swath through the mob. He grabbed the wire stock of the lasweapon and folded it forward so it lay against the body of the rifle. Carbines. Mankind's greatest invention after the armored personnel carrier. 

Once Ben made it through the arbite line, he took a moment to take a breath. He watched the Valkyrie descend and the techpriest step out. At this point, Ben wasn't surprised by what imperial servants joined them. He remained silent on the issue. 

Ben stood by listening and watching as the squad members more capable of handling the issue at hand discussed it, and handled what they could. While doing so, Ben looked down at his leg and saw a small piece of metal sticking out. It had ripped the pants, and embedded itself in his metal leg. He reached down and yanked it out. He threw it on the ground as if nothing had happened, and looked at the group. If any had noticed he would just shrug at them.

When Zhevon mentioned that people were needed to search the building, Ben would board the valkyrie and search for a rebreather. His search would prove fruitful, and he would come down the gangplank adjusting it to his face. He took off the medical bag he had worn, and left it on the seat. He had also left behind the lasweapon. Excess straps that could catch something and cause his death. 

Ben would take a deep breath, sounding like a wheezing to the others, while looking at them, his red bionic eye glowing like a jewel with the reflection of the fire. "[color=aba000]Well. Lets crack on, shall we[/color]?" He asked, before striding towards the fire.