[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181015/49827a1efc5d4084826f027df8b06a5a.png[/img][/center][right][hr][color=gray][b]Divini Muneris[/b]
Hangar Bay[/color][hr][/right][indent]By the time of the waking hour, Celethe was up and ready for action. Dressed in the raven black of the regiment, the former courier stood just outside one of the several landers within the hangar bay. Her height left Celethe in the first of the two rows, lest she be unable to see the Veteran Sergeant addressing their squad, though no matter where she stood, Celethe could certainly hear his booming voice.

[b]"Listen up, we are going to make our way into this lander in an orderly fashion - our autocannon team to the rear, followed by medics and vox-troopers - the remaining squads of the platoon following in after us."[/b]

Taking a momentarily glance towards the lander, Celethe felt rather unnerved. They were to reach the planet's surface in at least an hour, and the head honchos had yet to explain what the regiment was destined to face. Heretics? Xeno? Something else? Whatever it was, the planet was of high importance for the Adeptus Mechanicus, and that it needed to be protected. With all the secrecy behind their mission, Celethe couldn't help but to let her mind wander as she considered various reasons why they were being sent in. Maybe there was some secret weapon that the Mechanicus had been developing, or maybe it was because Dugatov was the capital planet of the system.

[b]"Alright! Check your gear, stow your feelings, and follow me."[/b] The veteran sergeant exclaimed to the squad, prompting them to investigate their gear to ensure everything was how it should be.

[color=35B82A][i]Lasgun, check... Bayonet, check... Flak vest, check...[/i][/color]

Once Celethe finished listing off everything she was required to carry, she waited for the rest of the group to finish their checks. Whilst her armor seemed to be fine, Celethe found it somewhat bulky for her small frame, as if the gear was made for someone larger. Of course, it would've be impossible for Celethe to request a fitting set of gear when her armor was no different than the rest ofher gear, being the same standard mass produced junk from some forge world. The only options were to suck it up, or make sure she had some good quality straps to ensure her gear stayed where it should be.

As they entered the now reddish interior of the lander, Celethe noticed one of her squad mates shaking uncontrollably as he sat down in his seat. Apparently, he was quite nervous, though who wouldn't be outside of the battle hardened? They were mostly fresh recruits straight out of training, being thrown directly into the fire without a chance to dip their toes. Hopefully, the God Emperor was looking out for them on this day.

Still, that didn't mean Celethe couldn't help the red-haired boy, whom seemed to be roughly around her age. Gazing towards Mehl, the former courier wondered what he would say if he was in her shoes. Would he tell the kid to calm down and relax, that everything was going to be fine? The response was rather cliche, but it wouldn't hurt for Celethe to try.

[color=35B82A][b]"Hey, let's make sure to watch each other's backs out there, okay? We all will make it through this, together."[/b][/color] Celethe spoke, taking a gentle tone as she expressed a smile to hopefully ease his worries.[/indent]