His footsteps thudded as he strode into the armory, full face helm still upon his grim visage. Herold was still unused to such talkative companions, but he guessed he was getting more [i]used[/i] to it as time went on. At least they had good tastes in weapons, and a knowledge of them from what he heard. 

Speaking of weapons...He was very much impressed with the stockpile of munition platforms here, not to mention equipment and sheer ammo this facility held. It unnerved him, to say the least. He'd been on this planet for only a few years, but he had no idea such a place existed. He lifted up what he knew to be a Power Sword, and examined the blade. He was sorely tempted to take it, but in the end he shook his head. He'd keep to his trusty Shock Maul. All he'd need to do would be to turn up the power in it and he could blow off limbs if need be. The Power Sword was simply overkill. 

However, his Combat Shotgun was notoriously short ranged. Not as short of a range as many thought, but firing over 30 meters was sometimes needed. He doubted his Autopistol could fire further. His eyes next fell onto a Mark II Ragefire Pattern Plasma Gun, and picked it up. He let out a grunt as he held it in his hands, feeling its weight. 

"Not bad..." he breathed. It was at that moment the sound of fire outside reached his ears, just as the tall Psycher and the Guardsmen were walking by him. He eyed the Grenade Launcher on Ansgar's back, then looked to his Plasma gun, and then to the Grenade Launcher... He'd rather hold a weapon he was familiar with, and decided to go with the Guardsmen's choice. He grabbed more than a few Frag and Krak Grenades, loading his own Grenade Launcher as he hustled to catch up. 

'Likely an uprising ma'am' he heard Ansgar say as Herold fell in line with them. "It's bad luck for them we're here," he muttered as the Guardsmen continued to speak. To emphasize his point, his weapon 'snapped' as soon as he put all 6 Grenades in place. Frags this time.