Cpl. Cross was unperturbed by the final approach, rising onto his feet, hanging onto the straps to not get knocked over by the shaking of the Valkyrie as it came down to hover over the drop point, LT. Elross was out of the craft and Jericho sprinted out, landing with a roll, coming up to a knee at the sound of screaming cultists, former PDF who had lost their way. The Krieger Grenadier didn't open fire on the PDF cultists that had been scythed down by the loyalist PDF. That was good, some men still followed the true path. It reminded him too much of Krieg's past, brother turned on brother by the fell gods of Chaos. But he focused on the current situation, standing up as the Lieutenant called out about having all the fun to herself, muttering a response for her to hear. "Confirmed, engaging traitor PDF."

The first man got slammed into the ground, a burning plasma wound rather neatly cleaning up the leading man. Normally, the Krieger preferred accurate, effective shots over a spray of las fire but, considering the numerical situation coupled with the fact he had a Type XIV Lasgun, which other regiments would know as a Hellgun, he had the means to effectively suppress as well as do some serious damage, mostly from penetrative properties. So he took a forward position, kneeling behind some debris and switching the selector to fully automatic, taking aim through the optics before squeezing the trigger, sending a vicious burst of las rounds down range, punching through several traitors and sending them stumbling to the ground. He kept firing in short, automatic bursts, mostly to manage the damned heat the Type XIV produced, but it would make a hell of an effect, time enough for Sarge to get in place with his flamer and really clean up.