Thaddeus Gaunt was a man of action, faith, and honor. What he wasn't was a a man of patience. Patrol duty wasn't his ideal duty, but it was a duty nonetheless and he accepted it as a soldier just as a priest accepts their ordination. They were to play the role of both guardians to ambassadors talking to the backwards Gazere and the role of hunters. The prey today were the barbarians of the south, also known as the Kruth. To describe them as heathens would be far too much of an understatement to Thaddeus. Of course any nation that did not follow god as fanatically as Talon were considered heathens to Thaddeus, but the Kruth and the Caralyst were especially the most heretical. Afterall, both factions incorporated alien technology. God made man in his own image, and thus ANY incorporation of alien technology was heresy to the perfect world god had created for man. The aliens to him were demons sent to test the faith of man. Humanity passed, but now most of man was now corrupted, the Talon being the last stronghold of true purity. 

Thaddeus continued on with the patrol along with his squad of soldiers. He hoped, nay PRAYED that there would be an engagement to prove their strength bestowed upon them by god. Meanwhile he relegated himself to pilot his machine while reciting one of the countless passages of faith he memorized on his own time. 

"...for there is no true concept of right or wrong to the lord almighty. God is not a man, woman, child, elder nor being. God simply is, and it is hubris to believe that man, being weak of both mind and body to think we can understand the mechanisms of the universe it created. There is no real emotional states such as happy, sad or angry, it is only what man as imperfect beings perceive when the lord wills to communicate with them. Free will exist only because the God wills it. And if it chooses, God can will it away" 

Finally Thaddeus Gaunt's patience drew thinner and thinner until eventually he stopped his mech from walking and turned on the microphone function that could be heard from miles around. Normally the function would only be used at lower volumes to communicate battle plans if commonly used radio jammers were in effect or if radio silence was needed. He cranked up the volume at full blast and shouted into the mike:

"I tire of this game of cat and mouse! If there are any heathen dogs who would wish to be shown the shortest path to the glory of god, then appear and we shall be your guiding light! Come to your baptism of fire!" 

He waited for any response that would or would not come.