Diverted off course, not really something Elou wanted to hear. Such usually heralded a mission beyond the scope of most, and with the lack of Karskins in the garrison, it would come off pretty terrible. Just another hunk of meat thrown at the enemies of the imperium. Tactics, apparently, happened to other people. She had no care for the Commisar. She never had care for the Commisars, they seemed to self-rightious, and above everyone else only because their family managed to buy a position in the Guard that lets them shoot other guardsmen. 
"Well, this is certainly going to be-" Elou was cut off by a missile smashing into the side of the Valkyire, shaking the ship to an incredible degree. The pliot claimed they would land, and she thought that it was true, since even hitting the ground at mach ten was considered a landing. Weither they would survive the landing, was another thing entirely.

One guardsman decided not to chance it, and blew his own brains out, like the coward he was. Elou's disdain for such a lack of trust in the Emperor was clear, she wanted to burn his body, rip out his teeth, and crush any ability to ever identity him, but now was not really the time. The spinning was increasing, the guardsmen were becoming more distraught, and the end was closing it. Such a loud ending, she never would have thought this was how it would be. She wanted to go much quieter, in a nest, outwitted by the enemy, but smashed and mangled by a ship. A second before landing, she laughed softly, at how the world was so cruel, never letting anyone die how they willed. Then the ship suddenly stopped moving, as it hit the ground.

Elou was launched from her seat, smashing into the roof and then hitting the ground again with equal force. But, she survived, somehow. If, the ringing ears, spinning head, and inability to focus, hear properly, or even remember where she was could be called living. Her eyes stared unblinking, unseeing, for quite a few moments, before sense returned, and she pushed herself up slowly. The rest of the guardsmen had bit the bullet, or the crash landing, either way. She knew they wouldn't be needing their Las-charges anymore, so subtly helped herself to all of them, and any granades they might have been carrying. After all, the dead were poor shots, and she wasn't going to run out of ammo half way through a firefight just to respect some poor, creamed bastard. Ration packs were also taken, who knew how long they would be here, after all.

Done with her 'recovery' of the equipment, she got to her feet, still a little unsteady, but it was passing, a bit. She then pulled the hood of her Cameoline cloak up, and tugged it around. It would be hard to focus on Elou, to stare at her would bring a sort of nausea one gets from staring at something that was not quite there, but not quite not either. It suited her. Checking that her Longlas had survived the crash - which, her primilary checks gave a positive response for - she nodded at the rest of the team.
"Well, seems we aren't dead. I like how this mission is going already"