Ingo was completely and utterly stumped by the sights and sounds of the communal square. Never once he had been able to see the capital of the whole system with his very own eyes. If he were to tell his younger self that he would be one of the lucky ones to answer the call of their governor to protect and defend their home, the younger would have called the older crazy. So many new faces too. He didn't even think there were other people that had a lighter skin than the mine foreman's dark olive complexion, but he even saw a person with such fair skin that he almost looked white. He let out a quick chuckle and thanked the Emperor that he was one of the rare miners in Sandy Rock that had some skill in reading and a little in writing. He hadn't brought much other than [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/56/97/e1/5697e1c90955d0b059aac367e86c5a08.png]his mining get up[/url], [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/finalfantasy/images/a/a3/Pick_axe_artwork.png/revision/latest?cb=20130519091730] his pickaxe[/url], and the trusty [url=http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/thumb/3/32/Stub_gun.jpg/200px-Stub_gun.jpg] stub pistol.[/url]

He had used the pistol only once in his life, the only time was when he used it to wound and scare away a large webtalon that was about to attack his friends. The Emperor had little use for a dead miner. Though he relied more on his pick to deal with harvesting hard rock and killing the occasional webtalon. He could see a number of other people gathering near the square, maybe they too were the ones who answered the call?