Ansgar noted the fact they were in a storage facility for munitions and arms, of some sort or another, and that there was a vast stockpile here. Curious, for such a world to have such a stockpile. And so poorly guarded too. However, Ansgar had rather wished someone had stayed to guard the Rhino, since it had two key things that most of the retinue did not. Durability, versus small arms at least, and speed. He highly doubted anyone in the group could outrun a Rhino. And if they could, he had to seriously question what was going on in the galaxy that a perfectly serviceable Rhino was being outpaced by someone on foot. Barring psychic interference, of course. Orders were issued, and Ansgar found himself falling in step with the second Sister that had joined them. Solares, her name was? Regardless, she seemed to be looking for something rather specific, while his gaze swept the cargo containers as they walked by. However, unfortunately for anyone behind him, he stopped hard, staring at the markings on one of the containers. Without a word, he broke out his entrenching tool, a shovel to most people, and used it as an impromptu crow bar just as the Sister Solares asked about needing extra gear. Need? No. It didn't hurt to have though.

Sure enough, he had recognized the markings on the container as originally destined for a siege regiment, maybe Death Korp, maybe one of the countless others. Regardless, considering how much dust was on the thing? It was certainly not going anywhere anytime soon. Sure enough, inside the box was quite a few of a [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/51/0f/b0/510fb069e33c71c04cc25590cb4b2957.jpg]model of grenade launcher[/url] that was foreign to the Krieger, who was used to seeing single shot launchers amongst the Krieg rank and file troopers. However, this was a larger launcher that utilized a revolving magazine. Fascinating, he thought to himself, slinging the hellgun onto its sling as he pulled out the grenade launcher, spinning the chamber. Smooth rotation, pump action weapon, lugs for both bayonet and sling. He liked it. And there was plenty of ammo, which he took the time to first load the launcher, using frag of course, and stuffed his explosives satchel with as much extra munitions as would fit. One might be concerned about his ability to carry all of that, but considering he used to carry an entire sapper's kit, on top of weapon and backup? This was light in comparison, doubly so since all unnecessary gear was back in his quarters.

Mentally inventorying the munitions he had for the launcher, he slung the launcher and resumed carrying the hellgun properly, the sounds of conflict causing him to glance in the direction of the noise and commotion. What had he said to the arbites? Right, he smirked under his helmet and gasmask knowingly. He wouldn't go saying that he had told him so, but breaking off into a run to follow the sister Solares in meeting up with Andromedai, most likely, and investigating. He caught the question Solares posed and, in the usual grim tone that Kriegers kept, responded plainly. [color=598527]"Likely an uprising ma'am. Armories are the first thing to be stormed, the munitions can play a key role in following conflict during a revolt. Whether in favor of loyalists or rebels, depends on who wins the contest for the armory. I would recommend using spare munitions here to rig the place, as to deny them the resources if we cannot hold them."[/color] History repeated itself indeed, the Krieger considered bitterly, making himself ready to kill anyone that aimed to do the Imperium harm. And, the increasingly familiar weight of the launcher on his back being a reminder of, he need not have line of sight to bring them ruination.