Ansgar didn't even move as the Inquisitor went off, scolding the pair of psykers as they continued to agitate and aim to cause each other grief. Not a helpful trait to witness in comrades in arms, seeing them at each other constantly already, hell, it was dawning on him that he was slightly outnumbered, and if the Commissars of the regiment's stories of other, less disciplined regiments was anything to go by, that many females in one place was going to create some very unique problems. Unlike most Guard, Ansgar feared not the Commissar, for they were, in the Krieger's eyes, there to liaison between other regiments and the Death Korp, vice keep the order and purity of the regiment out of question. Krieger's in this day and age had no issue with loyalty and willingness to die for the Emperor, indeed, their zeal often had to be tempered to match the goals of the planetary or system Campaign. But, Ansgar focused on the here and now as the shuttle swooped over the, frankly, clean city of the command world that they would be working in. Bizarre, he had never seen or heard of such a world existing anywhere else. Then again, his experience was often in the ruins of such places, rather than before war touched them, so many places could be like this place.
The sister's comment resonated with a similar sentiment that the Death Korp Grenadier held, making a comment similar to hers. "Too clean, and too unprepared. The city could fall to a half dozen different assault plans, and that would be on a whim alone." Taking into account the Sister presence, alongside any sort of PDF or native Guard regiments awaiting deployment, would still be hard pressed to hold such a city. It lacked the vital qualities of a fortress, indeed, hives were such meatgrinders due to their natural design. This actual city? Not so much. After touching down and being given their dispatch, the Krieger chose a room closest to the door, where he could keep a careful eye on it whenever he was not resting. Never trust that a place was secure, no matter how well established or how well fortified. Commandos, snipers, men who fancied their odds with a rifle, anything could inflict sudden death onto an inattentive or incautious trooper.
Setting his meager belongings in the room, thankful for it seeming to be more suited to a servants quarters and, as such, lacked the niceties and frills of the other rooms no doubt furnishings. Ansgar, after securing his belongings, reported back to the living room. Notably, about the only thing missing from him was the backpack full of supplies. The Type XIV (Heavy), its powerpack, and various implements of destruction were still present, as was the ever present skull faced gasmask of the Death Korp Grenadier, plus his armor and uniform. Whether he was too distrustful to remove any of it, or just lacked anything else to wear, was up for debate. Both were likely correct, however, he came to attention as he reported to the Inquisitor. "Reporting for additional orders, ma'am."
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