Tigranes was not a man used to Void travel. Truth be told, the only other time when the newly-minted Legionnaire stepped on a void ship was during his transport to the dreary hellhole in which he had lived these last months. At the time he really wasn't in the right state of mind to really pay attention to the finer points of the trip, worried more about not getting himself killed amidst the mass of prisoners and lost souls packed in a hold too small guarded by trigger happy Armsmen. Which, in hindsight wasn't really THAT objectively different from his current situation, save for the fact that this time the hold actually had enough space for its occupants and Tigranes himself was downright giddy compared to his previous stint in the deep, unlit bowels of a spaceship.

Of course, the former miner was very much aware that he wasn't exactly "out of the tunnels" yet, as his folks used to say back in Hayk. And if anything, by the end of the shift, he had just traded a slow death of hunger and overwork for a much quicker one in the battlefield. But that did not bother Tigranes, even death in battle (though not the ideal result) would be better than staying and wasting away in chains. By sacrificing himself for Him on Terra, Tigranes would at least be ensuring the salvation of his soul. And wasn't that the whole point of this? His sins in life were too big to be washed away with anything less than full sacrifice.

It was with these thoughts in his mind that he busied himself with settling in where the Arbitrator Kenelm had ordered, dragging the bedding and locker to a corner far from the bulk of the other penals. Relief flooded Tigranes when he had noticed that. His own intentions may be true but he certainly wasn't going to assume that everyone else had volunteered for the right reasons. If her were being honest with himself, Tigranes would never truly recover the easy camaraderie he enjoyed in his previous regiment here. Holy Emperor, it would be a struggle to build up enough trust just with his squad. But these things couldn't be helped. It would take time and effort to find out who among them could be trusted, to separate the reliable ones from the ones who would stab him in the kidney for half a cup of amasec. He still wasn't sure of what to think about the fact that they had so many veterans in a single squad.

And so, after storing his gear in the locker (taking care to keep the knife in his hands) and plopping himself down on the mattress, Tigranes found himself watching as the guardswoman, Octavia if he remembered correctly, gave her impromptu lesson. And as she finished, Tigranes decided to risk it and offer his own expertise. Might as well do something to build up rapport with the people who would be watching his back on the battlefield.

"I'm not meaning to imply I've got as much experience or training as a proper guardsman." He called out to make himself known as he pushed himself up and walked towards Octavia. "But I was a Sergeant in the Haykan Royal Army before ending up in Redemption, fought my fair share of battles. So I also know a thing or two about the trade. That and mining, but I think you've all done with breaking rocks by this point." He joked lamely.

"Well, what I'm saying is that if any of you have doubts about military life or the finer points or caring for your gear, I'm here to help."