After finishing work on his weapons, Achilles had stepped forward to address the group, go into a long speech on how petty they all were, only to be interrupted by the opening of the blast doors. The quick gust of wind almost knocked him off balance, but he hastily recovered, standing in a more attentive position. Adding to his embarrassment, the ship approached him rather quickly, forcing him to quickly reel back, or impede the path of the massive hunk of metal, which didn't seem to want to stop anytime soon.

Achilles was almost disappointed when it was Vull who stepped out, not Holdin. Though he still held respect for such a man, Achilles would still have a difficult time taking the mission seriously, fulfilling it to his best capability, not without it being assigned by his leader. Who did these dirt munchers think they were- But no, it would be all to easy to slip into a spiteful, angry state of mind. Leave that to the Knights. If anyone were to keep a level head, he would have to look past their statuses, and consider them as teammates.

Even as he felt this surge of comradeship, it was all he could do to not laugh out loud at the monk who had been sent away. Even with his concentration bundled up, Achilles let out a small snicker, audible only to those listening in hard. Surely Vull was being too hard on the monk, but still, it was ridiculous. He was almost sad that he wouldn't see the poor monk get shredded to bits by hostile fire. That is, assuming they would be under such enemy fire. Achilles could only hope that they would get some action, better hands on training. 

After listening intently to Vull speaking, Achilles took off his faceplate, hanging it off of his chest. It was good for stopping bullets, and speaking over comms, but no link had yet been established, and it would've only muffled his voice. As he opened his mouth to speak, he quickly snapped it shut, rethinking the thought. It would be better to not risk the question being foolish, and him losing respect from the team. So, in a more rhetorical way, to simply show enthusiasm to get started, he spoke, not phrasing the words as a question as much as an exclamation of eagerness. 

"When do we start?"