[color=Silver][B][I]Archibald Andrews - Sapper[/i][/b][/color]

Archibald had charged towards the hill, the hill where the enemy artillery was situated.  Many of his fellow men and women had fallen - cut down in the prime of their lives, their potential to enrich the world forever ended. Was it the same for the Imperials as well? How many potential inventors, artists, and poets had been cut down in the prime of their life, in order to fight against the tyranny and absolutism slowly engulfing the continent? Then he grit his teeth as he reached the ruined church being used as cover; it mattered not: They had to come back victorious, or they were going to die, either by enemy hands or at the hands of the officer tasked with shooting deserters.

On arrival at the church, he nodded in acknowledgment as their remaining Lance Corporal thought up a plan. It was going to require coordination, grit, and above all a determination to live. As he saw the late arrivals - another Sapper and a Rifleman - running towards them, Archibald looked at Jean and said, [color=Silver]"I'm with you, Lance Corporal!"[/color]

Facing Michael and Diana as they arrived, Archibald spoke to the former, [color=Silver]"Give me your equipment, kid! You'll need to be as light as possible if you're gonna live!"[/color]

Archibald didn't need to give a reasoning as to why he said that; he felt it was self-evident and that his words told enough.

Once Michael had handed his equipment over to his fellow Sapper - Once, not if; Archibald planned to take the equipment if Michael insisted on carrying the extra weight - Archibald will continue as briefly as possible, [color=Silver]"We're charging from the hill; Shocktroopers here,"[/color] he gestured to Kalisa and Daniel, [color=Silver]"Will throw grenades and clear a path."[/color] A pause as he continued, [color=silver]"Our other Lance Corporal - Isaac, I think his name is - will shoot along with our other Gunner; their Machine Guns will provide covering fire."[/color] 

A last pause as the metaphorical clock ticked down. [color=#c0c0c0]"My name is Archibald Andrews, by the way; I'm from Vinland."[/color]

There were no more words to say, no more elaboration on his life story to give. All that there was is to wait for the charge.