[@Bright_Ops] John considered going to the camp with Guardsmen, but he reckoned he would not be welcome. He sat alone, watching as these random people basked in the glory of fighting for [i]his[/i] world. Taking a sip of amasec, he thought about the fact that some would be made to stay here to repopulate the planet. He grinned. If he got his old job back, he would be controlling these bastards. No more mister nice guy, oh no! They will find him to be... unsympathetic. 

After a while, he stretched, bored. He stood up, and looked about. He noticed in the distance a camp, strange noises coming from it. It was probably one of the abhuman regiments; indeed it was. Picking up his things he stomped over with his armour. After getting near it he cleared his throat, so that the Guardsmen of other camps nearby would hear this challenge. Entertaining them was the least he could do, considering their future. "Hear me horned half-breeds, do any of you stand to fight against me, a man of numbers and words? Or are you truly such fearful cattle as I wish you are. If not, I will see the best of you approach me in five minutes!" He reckoned this was enough time for a crowd to gather, and awaited the arrival of the audience and oppoenent standing impassively.