[u]Castor Marinos[/u]

Not one to doze off, Sergeant Marinos was the sort to remain prepared and watchful, lest the worst come to pass. Yet, by the grace of the Emperor and his saints, the trek to the front had been rather tranquil; a small blessing, to be certain. As a result, the Janissary had taken the time to survey the men placed under his command. Meanwhile, the young Hesiod checked his equipment, all whilst offering mumbled prayers to honour the Saint and the Emperor in equal measure.

The abhuman and his compatriot were a welcome boon, as an Ogryn's titanic strength was oft matched only by their devotion and bullheaded resolve. [i]Dull of mind, but devastating when given direction.[/i]

As for the Commissar, he seemed to be composed and capable; yet blunt and uncompromising. A Drusian in all but name, so to speak.

Then came the fellows of Münwil stock. While largely unfamiliar with the history behind it, Castor was dimly aware of the animosity between the faithful of Drusus and the Yseran regiment. Gaining his trust could prove challenging, yet the Sergeant was not one to shirk at the thought of difficulty. As for the man's hair, that was another matter entirely.

Finally, Castor's eyes came to rest on the psyker and his minder. The janissary would tolerate his presence, so long as he didn't prove a hindrance. If the psyker were to lose control, one could only wonder as to whom would shoot him first: Castor himself, the psyker's minder, or the Commissar.  

They were altogether a mismatched lot, drawn together either through divine will or a simple clerical error on the Munitorum's part. Regardless, the task of guiding and protecting these men had been delegated to him. In the name of Drusus and the Master of Mankind, Castor would toil to see these men serve the Emperor to the best of their ability.

A chance to enact such a declaration had appeared as if on cue, as the Chimera had reached its destination. Springing to his feet, Castor made his way to the front, with fellow janissary Hesiod following close behind. Once the hatch opens to reveal the trenches and the Greenskin menace beyond, the Sergeant lets his voice be heard at long last.

"Look sharp, men, for we march to war. Ogryn, join me in the vanguard, and be ready to fire upon the Greenskins when they draw close. Now, know that the Emperor watches us even now. Do not disappoint him!"