The crash landing was by far the worst Karl had experienced, without a doubt. Not even the time an Ork stormboy had crashed into the Valkyrie transporting them could compare to this. It took him a good couple minutes before he managed to unlock his harness and unceremoniously to the floor of the lander. He fell directly onto one former comrade...well what was left of him anyway. It seemed that he was in the process of getting his harness on before the lander crashed. The sheer force of the crash combined by the improper placements of harness straps, caused a big mess. Some parts of his upper body was still secured onto his seat but the rest was was what Karl landed on. He could barely hear his own thoughts in the chaos of screams, wails of agony, clamor of surviving guardsmen, and noises produced of the destroyed lander. Smoke was also beginning to fill the lander with noxious and, most likely, toxic fumes. It seemed bleak at the time that he, along with the rest of his platoon mates, would be able to leave this metal casket. 

...and as if the Emperor heard their silent pleas, the lander's ramp and emergency hatches manage to open. He grabs his gear and does his best to rush out of the lander...only to be met with the hellish landscape of the planet Molov. It was an absolute hellscape. [color=slategray]'Emperor preserve us.'[/color] Karl thought before the nauseating stench invaded his senses. He could hear his CO telling them to wear their respirators. Karl did not need a second order for him to affix the respirator. It took him a moment to get the respirator on, but had to remove his helmet. He secures the visored sallet to the side of his pack before gazing upon his surroundings. The battle was still raging but for the most part, they were not yet in the middle of it. The sight of several columns of black smoke rising in the distance did not help raise his spirits and the roar of cannons and explosions pushed his already diminishing spirits even lower. Though that along with the fact that they were still alive, reassured him that the heretics have yet to spot them.

That was the first good news Karl has had the pleasure of knowing. Given this small amount of respite, he did his best to take advantage of it and begin to calm himself and regain composure. The call of his CO telling the survivors to head to the back of the wrecked transport and report among other things. [color=slategray]"Private First Class Karl Ockmann Tolzen, reporting in and ready to serve the Emperor and his Imperium!"[/color] Karl shouted. The shout bolstering his spirit and revitalizing him enough to be combat ready...and not a moment too soon. The inhumane and almost beastly howls and shrieks easily catches his attention. Karl did not know what caused those sounds, but he was sure that it was not friendly. He could hear someone crying out in Valhallan and  his CO angrily talking to and reprimanding the offending guardsman. Karl was about to ignore the squabble until he heard the guardsman speak again.

"Mutants. I think they're mutants! Coming towards the lander."

Karl was still registering the statement when his CO had yelled out while a mustached Moridian Iron Guard Sargent ordered soon after.

"Fourth Company! Prepare to receive!" "Form circle and Fix Bayonets!"

Karl followed the orders to the letter. Quickly forming into a circle and raising his Iothea pattern lasgun. It was only a matter of time until the mutants got into range. One particular mutant caught the Iothean's attention. It was a grotesque and large mutant. It had abnormally pale skin that revealed its blackened veins and his body had countless sores and scars. Very large tumor-like growths upon it's back and caused it to hunch forward, forcing the mutant to support itself upon a limb that seemed to have mutated into three grotesque teethed tendrils. It had more than one set of eyes, each of which had a glint of madness and hunger. The mutant's mouth produced a bloody froth as a lengthy tongue lolled out of it's disgusting maw.

This beast was an affront to the purity of the human being. A complete and outright insult to the perfect image of humanity. That in itself was reason enough for Karl to kill the abomination, the fact that it had intent to harm those who serve the God-Emperor just solidified his right to kill it. Karl levels his lasgun and lets out an aimed shot at the center of mass. The shot hits true as the sudden intense heat caused by the laser vaporizes the blood and causes a miniature explosion. Exposed flesh was no match to the lasgun. The mutant stumbles and staggers as fist sized portion of mutated and heretical flesh was turned into a bleeding fist sized crater. It struggles to run but keeps going. Giving Karl more than enough reason to fire another shot at it's chest. Another fist sized crater appears as flesh and blood vaporizes. This time, the mutant does not get up.