For the most part Johnny was out asleep for most of the day, while he had most of his gear unpacked with his battle buddy Kage the two had been good friends throughout the entire basic. Despite it being so fucking long he knew how to keep his head down and keep the shit shooting to maximum effectiveness. For now he was racking out and catching some Z's while the rest of the platoon got to talking. The rest was needed after almost more than half a year of training he was finished basic training. Hell yea, it was a good time - not really it fucking sucked but now it was over. He woke up to the old man telling them not to do certain things as usual, he blinked a few times feeling the federal pressure of duties and people around him. It sucked and it was also loud, there was talk about that other unit the one that was posh and stupid, he didn't care for that he just wanted to hit the ground running. Right? You join up to do something you should do it not wait around in some bunk bed to do fuck all, regardless it was pay just to be here. The honor of serving was also a major part of it. Also some people spoke weird gothic even he didn't understand. Emperor knew that the job was going to be tough but hell it's what he signed up for, killing warp scum and surviving maybe. He looked over to Kage fondly wondering what he'd do without such a smart partner, probably dead in basic mysteriously. Or something worse, he remembered that the two of the had a job and a job that they loved, the gear that they whad was not the best but it weould get job done if you put the right people behind it. For the unit, they had those two men.