Guardsman Godspeed had spent most of his time aboard the 48th's drop ship, The Big One, soundly asleep. If there was one thing that his service in the guard had taught him, it was to catch a sleep or a snack whenever he had nothing else to do, and at the moment he didn't feel hungry - though as all experienced troopers, he had a small stash of ration bars hidden in the various pockets on his uniform, as well as bags of roasted nuts, dried fruits and small chocolates. All mashed up into what was lovingly called a "coma mix," a "coma" being the state a soldier found himself in when he had not slept or eaten in a long time.
It was not the best of sleeps, however. The benches inside this particular chimera was unstuffed, so he had been forced to pull out a blanket from the netted rack behind him, and put it on his seat. The helmet was also heavy, straining the neck, but taking it off was no option, safety regulations and all that, so he leant his head on the but off the rifle, with the nuzzle being firmly planet on the metal floor - one of the few situation when it was adviseable to push the gun downwards like that. Thankfully, the temperature had been comfortable, and so his fears of constantly shaking and waking up to hyperventilation had been unfounded. Most of the men had put in the earplugs beforehand, as the landing ship was rather loud, and when the Chimera itself started up, things would get louder.
"A'ight! Rolling out!" the Wagon Commander said into the microphone of his helmeted headset. He, the sergeant in charge of the squad Godspeed found himself assigned to, and the Wagon Driver way in the front - a good chap, Wagon Drivers were always well liked as they represented relative comfort, warmth and safety - were all discussing different things, such as drive order, whether or not the different vox nets were functioning.
"You need to be on the Adepta net to listen in on the company comms!" the Commander said harshly.
"I bloody well know that! It's just that this damn vox is set to a day before the others! I need to reconfig the entire Emperor-damned thing! THRONE! I hate this crap!" the Squad leader replied, while furiously pushing buttons.
Godspeed decided to zone out and get some more rest, as the Chimera began rolling out. It was in the nature of mech-infantry. One second you were asleep in the wagon, two seconds later you were forming a defensive perimeter with clear cut orders to go and clear out a heavily entrenched enemy position. It was a thing that took some time learning, but it was necessary.
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- Travelling with one of Major Arah's Chimeras.
- Resting.
- Otherwise ready for orders.