Oskar Stepped onto the planet feeling a little uneasy, a convicted criminal stepping foot on a shrine world had to be heresy of some kind. He wasn't sure, and its not like anyone could do anything about it, he was after all with the inquisition. He adjusted his gear, slinging his flamer over his shoulder and resting a hand on his chainsword, now that he was sure that they where not landing under fire. he glanced around the landing pad, still uneasy, and lit an Lho stick breathing and drew a slow drag. The sound of gunfire and explosions was actually oddly calming, the planet was just as much of a battle field as any other. He noticed the Inquisitor jump at the distant sound of battle. He chuckled quietly to himself, 'The Inquisitor is skiddish as a white shield' he thought grinning beneath his environmental mask.

The Inquisitor and sisters where hashing things out so Oskar turned and took up more of a sentry position on the outskirts of group and examining the pilgrims as they walked past. They where all normal as far as he could tell, but he hardly knew what he was looking for other than a crazed maniac with a chaos star tattooed into their forehead. That thought struck him a little too, remembering the penal legion serial number on his own forehead. He sighs, watching a bit of ash fall from his Lho stick while the up and ups figure out whatever they are doing. 

Everyone began loading into the Rhino, Oskar followed everyone in and stood by the door with his flamer in hand preparing to be driven into a warzone. He heard the Guardsman, Elija or whatever his name is, incessantly asking questions. Oskar turns and stares at Elija, 'by the emperor, this kid wont last long' he thinks to himself.