Ansgar hated flying, there was nothing he could do while in transit. Doubly so considering the Thunderhawk they were in, in question, wasn't even armed. He had been mildly surprised to see an unarmed Thunderhawk when boarding the craft, considering the things were weapons as much as ships, as far as he had been aware. Then again, his experience with anything not based on the ground was extremely limited, and anything outside what was loaned to the Guard itself was even more limited in knowledge. Pretty much, he recognized the Thunderhawk and that was it, anything specification wise was beyond him. But a military craft that was unarmed was strange to the Krieger. Thinking on the flaws of the current craft he was on was not doing him any favors, considering he did not appreciate aerial craft to begin with. Sister Aviza mentioned being strapped in due to the expected lack of smoothness in the landing or descent, for that matter. Lovely, thankfully the ever present rebreather mask he wore at all times, no one would be able to make out his expression of distaste with the statement, rather, all that was visible was the ever omni present lack of expression, grim as it was. [color=598527]"Understood ma'am, harness and kit remain secured."[/color]

It was about the time that the power and, with it, the lights cut out that prompted Ansgar to sigh quietly. This, this was why he hated flying. One thing goes wrong, you cannot just get out and march the rest of the way, unless you could fly he supposed. Which he doubted anyone, barring perhaps the Psyker, present here could do. Which meant they were completely in the hands of the Emperor now, and whether they would die or not was firmly out of their hands. Not a comfortable position to be in, and most experienced enough soldiers could likely agree with the sentiment. However, beyond a firmer grip on his gear, nothing overtly changed with the Krieger. He really could not do anything about the situation, as much as he would rather be able to do something at all, so he resisted the urge to break his professionalism regarding the situation at hand. Keeping an ear on the Sister as she spoke on the given situation, bracing the moment before actual contact with the ground happened. There was no sense closing his eyes, it wouldn't help if they were doomed anyways, but he kept looking straight ahead as they finally came to a halt.

[color=598527]"Still in one piece, ma'am."[/color] Ansgar had gotten the harness keeping him in place off and was on his feet, checking over his gear. Type XIV Heavy, functional and undamaged. Explosives, at a glance, looked fine, none of them were sensitive enough to warrant concern due to the rocky landing. Nothing was missing otherwise, seemed like everything was in order then. Good, the Krieger thought as he followed the Sister out of the crashed Thunderhawk as she dispatched orders. Taurox Primes, they were not popular with siege regiments too much, the Primes mostly were the territory of proper Stormtroopers, not regimental Grenadiers. However, they were faster and heavier armed than average Chimeras. Problem being, of course, was the minor fact they were more fragile and, therefor, more interesting targets for hostile forces. Either way, there was little that could be done to fix the problem, so he began the march for the twin linked autocannon Taurox once the rest of the group was moving, sweeping their surroundings constantly for trouble. [color=598527]"I'll take the gunner's spot upon arrival at the Prime, make sure the weapon systems are not damaged beyond repair."[/color] Benefits of being an Engineer prior to assignment to the Death Korp Grenadiers, was a familiarity with a wide range of equipment employed by the Guard. Which meant it was also easier to tell when something was broken or about to break, and how to quietly patch things up to prevent it from breaking down, even though the Cogboys hated that kind of tinkering and quick patch jobs.