Karl gazed around the Tetrach heavy lander with awe and respect. It had been over 15 years since he was chosen to serve the God-Emperor in the Imperial Guard, but he still could not stop the feeling of amazement and utter gratefulness  he had for the Emperor and his loyal servants. The inside of the ship itself would have been able to contain a couple of keeps and still have enough room for a regiment of guards. [color=slategray] 'The generosity of the Emperor is limitless to his faithful and loyal servants.' [/color] Karl thought before gently shaking his head. [color=slategray] 'There is no time to be idle. The Emperor had graciously gave us this opportunity to prepare for the upcoming battle and I will not let his generosity be wasted.' [/color]

He then began to don his armor, piece by piece all the while offering silent prayers to the Emperor. The process is paused when He sees the faded number 22 emblazoned on the upper left of the breastplate. He can still remember the names and faces of his former platoon mates. He felt his heart wrench but quickly cast aside the feeling and wore the breastplate, followed by the visored sallet. Some guardsmen took notice of the armor's bulky appearance while Karl placed spare power packs in the ammo pouches on his ammunition rig around his mid-section. The cumbersome armor did not bother Karl, he was used to the weight and it did not hinder his movements significantly. Karl finally donned his backpack, holstered his laspistol,slung his lasgun on his shoulder, and placed his longsword in its rightful place at his left side before walking closer to the designated area where the rest of his new platoon and commanding officer would be.

[b]"Soldiers of the Imperium, do not be afraid..."[/b]

The monotonous broadcast could be finally heard by Karl. While some would consider the broadcasts a nuisance and redundant propaganda. The broadcast put Karl to ease as he awaited the inevitable.