[i]'I offer my life to the Emperor, I pray that He accepts it.
I offer my strength to the Emperor, I pray that he redresses it.
I offer my blood to the Emperor, I pray that it quenches His thirst.
I offer my body on the altar of the battlefield, I pray He grants me a noble death.
I pray for His protection, as I offer all that I am.'[/i]

	As the drop pod shook and swayed upon it's descent, any who looked upon Brother Rand could see his eyes closed with his helmet set off to one side. Though speaking no words, his mere presence seemed reverent, steady, and unaffected by the ever moving vessel. It was only with the heavy sounds of the pod landing that would spark any sort of reaction from the red armored Terminator. Quickly he'd grab his helmet and fasten it to his armor, the hissing of seals and clattering of latches echoing softly within the enclosed space as the electronics inside seemed to flicker to life. Enviromental seals, check. Vital signs for his battle brothers and himself, check.

	"Testing vox communications," His gruff and commanding voice spoke out, resounding on any speakers or open channels connected to his own. Once convinced that everything checked out, he could be seen retrieving his weapons- the familiar hum and droning of a powersword resounding as the blade sprung to life in his grasp. "It's about damned time! Not even the Emperor could've steeled my nerves any longer!" This was the first sign of any sort of emotion from the warrior as he rounded to face his battle brothers. It was then he noticed the servo skull drifting off into the distance, causing the warrior to chuckle audibly as he switched on the pict feed, "Already on the alert! Happy to see you're not all milk-sops fresh from initiation."