Július nodded upon receiving the order and turned quickly on his heel to file out of the room. With a sigh he relaxed his shoulders and hunched over once more to fit through the doorway and the following halls. The walk to the sleeping quarters was a short one, but there he found his personal effects, as sparse as they were. He stashed them quickly, in the sack then came with, not sparing a glance to see what he had actually brought, before shoving it into the locker marked as his. Július lingered for a moment, patting the locker with a sigh and hearing it reply with a hollow metallic thud before he turned from it and moved to the armory, hunching his massive frame the entire way.

Straps and belts, clips and zippers all snapped and drawn and pull shut, tight and secure until Július was safe and sound in his suit of custom-sized Grey Plating. It was comfortable enough for a military getup. Snug in all the right places and just the right weight to remind him that he was wearing it. He took up his Psionic Weapon and studied it for a moment, eyes going from the weapon to the crystals being held by his suit and then back again. He nodded his head, satisfied. Today was going to be a good day. He only need do what he did best. Guard and wait. And that is exactly what he did as he stood in the armory, ready to roll out.