As Mordecai stood in formation with the rest of C Company, the foreboding sense of dread carved a pit in his stomach large enough to rival the old Eye of Terror. The full brunt of bad news had hit him just before he'd bunked for the night the day before, and even now it still had him spinning head over heels. He'd been the only one transferred out of his home artillery regiment, and he'd been folded as one of many into a freshly minted combined infantry regiment, specifically into the command squad of C Company.

C Company were evidently the lucky ones selected to get the shaft when it came to new gear issues, as when he'd arrived at the Munitorum attache for the regiment, he'd been told that his assignment to C Company meant his selection of replacement gear was limited at best, and that only by virtue of being appointed a member of the command squad would he have much of a selection at all.

Though a mix of this knowlege, some 'off-the-record' bartering, and sheer blind luck, Mordecai had managed to both replenish his assorted toiletries and utility supplies, but also secure some more appropriate combat gear that hopefully wouldn't leave him sticking out as much in the eys of his new footslogging comrades.

He had succeeded in replacing his disheveled tanker's uniform with a fresh set of Cadian-issue infantry fatigues, though for proper armor he was still confined to the light flak gear from his tanker days now recolored to the appropriate patterns, and had gotten his hands on a flakweave field cap matching the new uniform's color scheme as well, given proper helmets were something of a hot commodity at the moment. He'd also succeeded in exchanging the cut-down Cadian M36 Kantrael Pattern lasgun standard of his old regiment in favor of the similar Cadian MG Kantrael "Short" Pattern lasgun, which was light enough for him to tolerate holding regularly without giving up too many of the benefits of a full-size lasgun, or at least that's what Mordecai hoped.

With this new-ish look, Mordecai seemed a fair bit less conspicuous, though anyone with eyes could still tell he was a fair cry from your average infantryman. After the parade formation and regimental display ceremony, Mordecai worked to give a wide berth to anyone who didn't similarly stick out as being underequipped, figuring that C Company were as likely to be treated by their contemporaries as well as they had been by the munitorum shipments.