[b]“Soldiers of the Imperium, Do not be afraid....”[/b] 

Sax puffed his cigar, casually lounging atop one of the logistic crates next to the regiment with a few of the other Catachan jungle fighters. Men he'd never met, but by their dress and disposition, he knew they were fellow worlders. Of course, that didn't mean they spoke much to one another. Simply enjoying their downtime with a good cigar or a flask of their gut wrenching ale. Saxon sat at the head of them, closest to the regiment. 

"Fall in!" a commisar's voice echoed, and Sax gave one last drag before he handed it to another trooper and hopped up. His autogun in his arms and his Catachan fang within easy reach. He slid into the lines of infantry as if he had always been. With an olympian physique such as his, one would think he wasn't as agile and subtle. But without both strength and speed, one didn't survive long on the death world of Catachan. 

He stepped into the transport dropship with the others, giving a smirk at the other troopers singing. "They have high spirits." Saxon said aloud, for anyone close enough to hear. It was easy once the loader gate closed and drowned out the noise of the outer ship.