The Catachan barked orders over the sound of the firefight, returning fire even as he did so, [color=00a651][i]"Yeah, I like this one,"[/i][/color] thought Patrick. He curtly nodded and began to head off to the Command center when hell really did break loose. There was the distinct sound of lascannons and heavy bolters, but that too failed to compare to the roaring of the Demolisher cannon firing, and detonating both itself and the Valkyrie. The sheer force of the explosion threw Patrick though the air, he tumbled over at least three times, he lost count, and then consciousness. When he landed, he did so head first, and the ferrocrete of the landing pad was far from forgiving. He regained consciousness to see of all things, a ratling sniper scurring to his aid, the small abhuman managed to help him to his feet, and lead him through the firefight the rest of the way to the command center. Once inside Patrick was able to regain more of his senses, enough to realize the ratling was talking to apparently nobody. That was until Patrick remembered that microbeads even existed. [color=00a651][b]"How hard did I hit my head?"[/b][/color] He asked running his hand through his hair. Feeling something wet he pulled his hand back infront of his face. [color=00a651][b]"That bad huh,"[/b][/color] he said looking at his own blood. He leaned back against the wall, and slowly slid down it. He was still heavily dazed, and was having a hard time even thinking, there was just, a feeling, as though he had forgotten something, and it was nagging at the back of his mind. He force the thought away, as bad shape as he was in, he could hardly afford to be distracted as well. He placed a hand on the ratling's shoulder, [color=00a651][b]"Thank you, I owe you one, but I do have one last favor to ask, as you probably have to head past anyways, mind helping me to the new toy the Sargent has felt all to polite to give me?"[/b][/color] He shakily got to his feet, steading himself against to wall for support. In this condition he knew that his rifle would be pointless, he slung it across his back and pulled his Auto pistol from his pocket, a belt from the other, and after a minut or so of fumbling, had finally managed to load it. [color=00a651][b]"What do ya say?"[/b][/color] He asked the ratling extending a hand down to him.