Victar was told before entering that his gear had been placed securely in a different location. Directions acquired from his current guide, of sorts, he made haste to his chambers and retrieved the only thing in the universe that meant more to him than duty. What he used to uphold his part of said duty. Storm shield securely buckled upon his left arm, the weight more reassuring than anything, and the power sword named after his chapter strapped to his hip, the space marine made equal haste to return to his new squad. His spirit at peace once more.
Inside the armory was impressive indeed, but few of these items caught his eye. 

For his sidearm, he grabbed a simple bolt pistol. Unadorned and plain but well suited to what he needed it for. Not ever foe would be wisely engaged with a mere sword and shield. The honorless cowards. Upon his hip was 4 krak grenades and 2 clips of ammunition for the pistol. 
The last item he required was essential to his core beyond the sword and shield. Any fool could run headlong into a fight and die in a hail of gunfire, but only the brave would engage from the sky. Jump pack secured, Victar made his way to where the others had begun to wait. 

Glory and Honor awaited.