Ansgar had been dead silent once they grouped up, following along the eerily silent halls, Type XIV (Heavy) scanning his surroundings as he followed after the Celestian, who had taken point. Between her and her power armor, she did fit the role of a lead element rather well. However, the comment of Heretics not leaving any sort of survivors was not [i]quite[/i] true, as he muttered just loud enough to be heard, not hard considering the lack of noise in the facility at the moment. That was also a point of concern, an Adeptus Mechanicus facility that was dead silent was not a good sign, not under any circumstances. Let alone those that involve Orks or, as the Celestian pointed out, Chaos involvement. [color=598527]"Chaos leaves corpses right up until they need materials for their rituals, then they vanish. Doubly so if the bodies are fresh, don't discount heretics so readily Celestian, I've seen worse from their lot than not leaving bodies behind."[/color]

Once the signal to maintain silence came, the Krieger was indeed all silence, shifting how he moved to minimize his noise generation. Sure, a standard Death Korp trooper was not rained in such operations, but considering Grenadiers filled the role of Stormtroopers for the Death Korp? It wasn't terribly surprising he could operate as a commando as well as a front line soldier. Even if the subtle portion of the field training did not come into use nearly as often as acting as the leading edge of an assault. Thankfully, since the silent order had come so soon after his comment he did not need to expand on what he had already said about a Chaos cult's influence here being in the works, which saved him the trouble of speaking on classified matters and not giving them answers to questions asked. When they arrived at the Armory, he knelt by one of the corpses, face twisted in the pain of death, and a brief motion closed the eyes and settled their face. No man should die without a Quartermaster to see them off, the Kreiger mused, standing up and heading into the armory proper, looking for something in specific as the Celestian spoke about taking what they willed.

Ansgar found what he was looking for in relatively short order, a sealed room that had Chemical weapons warnings over the door. After testing an old passcode on the door, which came back negative of course, the Krieger wasted no time forcing the issue. Taking his entrenching tool (shovel) to the keypad, popping the cover off, he was working at the circuits and after shocking himself twice, he tripped the door to fail open. Not normal procedure, but reversing the wiring made it remarkably easy to do so. Cogboys weren't nearly as clever as they liked to think, and once inside the Krieger grabbed a barrel of something covered in warnings and precautions, mentioning it would eat through any organic material it came into contact with. Grunting as he dragged the barrel over to a workbench, he next procured a Flamer, setting its tank on the workbench and opening the top up, emptying one of the two tanks and altering the valve to mix the two tanks instead of just alternate as one emptied.

Filling the emptied half of the Flamer's tanks half chemical compound, half promethium, which he sealed quickly after introducing the two together and stepping back, ready to take cover. However, when the tank finished shuddering, he slung the thing onto his back and reaquainted himself with the nozzle and trigger mechanism of this model. Slinging the projection half of the weapon onto his shoulder, and resealing the chemical barrel, he made a casual note to the rest of the party as he began stuffing explosives into his ordinance satchel, which he had emptied during earlier portions of the mission. [color=598527]"Do not get this mixture on you, let alone if its burning. Learned how to mix this fighting Tyranid, Promethium keeps it burning until it contacts organic material, then keeps burning until its out of fuel. Whether that's oxygen, or organic material, doesn't matter. Not good for the skin."[/color]

After duly warning the rest of the squad of the chemical weapon he had turned the Flamer into, he focused on replenishing his explosives. Frags, Krak grenades, and demo charges, not bothering with the melta bombs. Too much effort for tank removal, he'd take a couple rapidly placed krak grenades over a melta charge. He could throw Krak's farther than Melta's, after all. As almost an afterthought, he grabbed a Laspistol plus several spare cells for it, the pattern some local clone of a universally accepted model of Laspistol. It would pair well with his entrenching tool should he be forced into a melee. Otherwise, he was ready, preparing his modified Flamer for action again as he met up with the rest of the party overlooking the gathered Orks. [color=598527]"Rearmed and ready for further orders, ma'am."[/color]