Caroline convened with the rest of her squad with the rest of her squad, the sound of gunfire and combat present in the distance. She looked down at Victorine as she dealt out the orders. "Understood." Caroline already liked this Celestian, putting her on point in their first skirmish, simply delightful. Adalard readied her heavy bolter as she stepped ahead of everyone else, ready to march forward and purge the ship of the invaders. She kept her eyes peeled for any sign of enemy movement as Victorine laid out the rest of the orders. Her trigger finger itched as the rest of the squad formed behind her.

Caroline was interested to see how her new squad would fare in combat, and what there feeling on the heretical scum was. She hoped she could depend on them but her expectations for everyone bar Victorine were very low. She had no expectations for Victorine, you don't become a Celestian without showing prowess in combat, strategy and faith.

Then Victorine gave the order to move out, the squad heading towards their crusader comrade and the filthy pirates who would attempt to attack the ship. The march would start, the sound of metal boots being louder then the distant gunfire. Caroline kept scanning every inch of the ship, being weary of any attempts at n ambush. As the sounds of battle got closer so to did Caroline's lust for battle, but orders always came first, she did not fight for herself, she fought for the Emperor.

They were upon the conflict now. Caroline quickly aimed her heavy bolter at an approaching kroot and tore it to shreds, then Victorine yelled a might warcry. The battle had begun.

Caroline firmly planted herself, posture almost unflinching, [i]Emperor guide my aim.[/i]. She wielded her heavy bolter with great proficiency and unmatched ferocity, "Die filth!" She would cry as she opened up on some of the pirates, her rage made her a force of destruction on the field, but it also left her very open. This wasn't going to cut it against some of the more skilled mercenaries they faced, she took a hit to the shoulder. It wasn't a nasty hit but it forced her to relent and re position herself. She gritted her teeth from behind some cover.