Alex stepped out of the back of the Valkyrie, taking a moment to take in the scene around him. He completely ignored a man that looked like a sergeant and spotted what most interested him. Cultists. A lot of them. That was pretty much it. Taking the grip of his hellpistol, the Junior Commissar gave a tiny chuckle without any kind of mirth whatsoever as he drew his sword as well, breaking into a run.

"Emperor, ive been waiting for this."

Alex drew his pistol, firing several shots almost lazily. Two cultists fell, the majority of their torso's obliterated. Before the corpses hit the floor, he was walking along slowly, firing shots every step and killing another two cultists.

No one was running. On either side. That was good, Alex thought, as a autopistol round buzzed past his ear, only for the shooter to drop his gun as a nearby guardsman turned his skull into ash. Despite all the chaos going around him, Alex couldnt help but smile.

"Really? This is i..."

His words were punctuated by an explosion. The Valkyrie he had just exited was blown apart in a explosion like he had never felt. He felt the heat blister his face and shards of melted metal hit the floor like a lethal rain. He was on his side on the floor, somehow. Slowly, he got up. His shoulder hurt. He wondered if a piece of metal had struck it, but decided against trying to ease the pain. It was his left shoulder. He rarely used that one anyway.

He got up, and looked at the offending enemy unit.

"...oh. Wonderful. How in holy terra are we going to bring that thing down?"

HE turned around, about to yell a command to find him a lascannon team or something that could destroy the baneblade, only to see several drop troops falling towards it. As he watched, the troops landed on the baneblade, and began to place something. Alex was almost controlled by the sight, but his training came back to him. He aimed his pistol and shot down a cultist nearby, then another, and another, and...

The baneblade exploded. THe drop troopers had moved away, but several cultists hadnt. THe explosion completely obliterated everything near it like it was determined to take as many lives in its own death as it had with its guns in life. For the second time that day, Alex was thrown on his back, narrowly avoiding impaling himself on his own power sword. He recovered much quicker this time, looking around. The cultists were running, much to his irritation. Pathetic. How could they hide behind a baneblade and not consider the fact they might lose it? Cultists and rebels were all the same. All the intelligent ones never joined in the first place.

He felt his face, feeling a shallow gash above his eye. It wasnt too bad. He could deal with it until he found a medic.

Then he remembered the sergeant. He really should have introduced himself first, but duty had called.  He found him next to the vox, talking to one of the drop troops on it. How nice. One had survived.

"Ahem." He said, clearing his throat and attempting to look affable despite most of his face being covered by his cap and the face that wasnt covered by the cap being covered in blood. Not to mention that it was near impossible for a commissar to look affable, even a junior one.
"You seem to have lost a few men, but no one ran. Im pretty impressed by that. Usually i would expect to see a few cowards in a force this size. My pistol didnt need to kill any of them." He said, genuinely trying to be pleasant and failing badly.