Karl was rather shocked at the sudden attention aimed towards him by his Lord Drake but it was not uncommon for the rogue trader to interact with individuals he recognized as fellow warriors and loyal followers. He rapped the polished chest plate of his cuirass and then asked the veteran guardsman a rhetorical question regarding his safety in the planet below. [color=gray]"That is a given, my Lord Drake. My blade and my life are at your disposal."[/color] He answered the man with wholehearted truth, in his service to his Lord Drake he will also indirectly serve the God-Emperor of mankind. Lives were the currency of the Emperor, and Karl was not willing to squander his. He was unsure if Lord Drake had heard his answer, but he followed him into the shuttle. 

A cold sweat had formed on the brow of the former guardsman when he had taken a seat in the landing craft. Fear was something he was not allowed to show when he was in the guard. A sign of fear would have meant disciplinary action from their commissar and possibly a summary execution to make an example of the 'cowardly' guardsman. His face remained stoic and calm underneath the visored sallet, though the amount of sweat dripping down his face told another story. In Yairus Prime, the Valkyrie drop ship he was on was attacked by stormboyz and was forced to perform a crash landing. He didn't fare any better in Molov, the Tetrarch heavy lander his regiment boarded sustained critical damage from heretical anti-air batteries and crashed into the icy surface of the planet. Hundreds upon hundreds of lives were lost in the initial crash and hundreds more when chaos mutants came to prey upon them.

It was a safe assumption that flying was something Karl found extremely uncomfortable. Each shudder of the lander he gripped his harness a little tighter, as if expecting the warning klaxons to go off. But they never did, soon the shuttle landed and opened and displayed the acrid landscape of the planet. His lord was the first to leave the craft and expressed his dissatisfaction with the state of the planet. Doing his best to unbuckle his safety harnesses, he quickly follows Drake outside of the landing craft. Quietly thanking the Emperor that it was a rather uneventful landing.