Herold had no recollection of the Krieger Trooper having any authority over him or anyone else. At first he merely looked at the trooper when he ordered him to the hull gun, his face granite and his powerful, hulking body unmoving until he decided it was not the time to argue over such things. Slowly he turned and headed toward the Chimera, holstering his shotgun as he moved after he had sufficiently reloaded the weapon. 

He stepped into the vehicle and motioned for the Skitarii to file past him to enter their seats. The mechanical cultists had always been an oddity to him he didn't quite understand, but their support was welcome at least. He soon stepped over to the gun, and latched his fists onto the handles as the Chimera was fired up.

You would think by now he would be tired of mowing down Orkoids, but the fact of the matter was, it was still satisfying. The old low gothic primer of the Guardsmen sprang into his mind. [i]"Fear The Alien. Hate The Alien. Kill The Alien."[/i] As the Chimera and the Rhino began moving, his now jittering body was perfectly honed to gun down any Xenos greenskin that had the misfortune of showing itself within his iron sights.