Gill sat in the gloomy light of the Tetrarch lander, the all too familiar dull walls of a lander contrasted by the mishmash of uniforms from the various uniforms from the guardsmen's former regiments. Looking at the lander's thick armour plating, he imagined what may be happening outside, how many shots from the planetary defences had narrowly missed them? How many enemy crafts were racing up from the surface to meet them? He imagined the claw of some monstrosity rending through the hull like paper, he decided to take another look at his surroundings. He spotted his commanding officer, he was wearing yet another uniform from another world, the blue of his coat clashing with the red of his his neighbor's along with the many other colours of his comrades. Gill missed his old regiment, 'Back when a uniform was.' he thought to himself whilst suddenly feeling nostalgic.
Trying to keep occupied he fiddled with his autogun, making sure to check that nothing was wrong. Just in case he muttered a quick prayer "Emperor, please keep up the good work of keeping me alive and such. I'd appreciate it if my gun didn't jam again, I don't think I'd get away with just a limp this time, though I guess I have you to thank for that..." he went on some more; Gill's prayers had always been slightly informal, he'd figured that if the Emperor was always watching he would probably be just as offended by you pretending to be all pious as he would by you just behaving normally.
In an attempt to relax Gill closed his eyes, though he was rudely kept awake by the humming of the lander's engines and the periodic broadcasts on the speakers.
“Soldiers of the Imperium, Do not be afraid....”
He sighed and started to tap on the armour on his leg with his gloved hand, each tap making a metallic ring which echoed eerily. This calmed him and helped him focus, 'taptaptaptap, beat, beat, taptaptaptap, beat, beat,...', before long he became only dimly aware of his surroundings zoning out from reality to the sound of the taping.