Vala had the most irritated expression on her face that was nicely hidden behind the mask of her helmet. She just watched in complete absurdity how these imperium fools were destroying valuable technology they could simply disable and then reuse later after they clean up the Orks. So what if they killed a handful of Orks now. A few orks for a anti air turret of this caliber was a MASSIVE DAMNED WASTE. No longer she the imperium was in this state. They didn't value what they had and destroyed everything just cause it's convinient and later when they would need these guns, they would be without them and then they will simply exterminatus the planet cause it's convinient and there goes another habitable world with it's resources...

 She had to struggle with the overwhelming urge to shoot the psyker right in the head, but held it. The mess was big enough already. She just sighed, flicking the switch on her las cannon from firing mode to standby, it automatically folded up some parts, making it a lot easier to carry.

 The order to get the hell out before the greenskins show up was given so she didn't waste any time in doing so. [color=f7941d]'I wonder if not dying on the interrogation table was a blessing or a curse after all...'[/color] She thought in her mind.