Bel raised an eyebrow at the Commissars statement. It was convenient to wait outside her door... by not waiting by her door? Bel lowered her hand on her staff, letting her flak vest slip down her shoulder a few inches as she shrugged and followed in step behind the large woman, it must have been some sort of military pride thing, either way, she didn't understand it and doubted she would.
Did the Commissar not know she had requested to be deployed close to a commissar to ensure what she was saying happened on the field? Bel tilted her head, letting her hair further cover her burns as she watched the commissars back, only half listening to her as she said something about watching her, new trooper and safety. While she was sure the Commissar was telling her... vital information, she was focusing on the psychic forces pulsing from the planet from the collected WAAAGH! energies. Nothing else in the galaxy gave off the same presence, the same, dare she say, awe-inspiring power. She refused to let herself think of how powerful the beast could become if they learned to refine their raw psychic potential. The WAAAGH! was far from the largest she had felt, but she did not look forward to meeting any of the crude ork psykers on the planet, if she were so unlucky. While they were unrefined and uncontrolled; it only made them more dangerous as an opponent as they still maintained the normal Ork lack of fear and restraint.
The Commissars sudden yelling snapped her out of her trance, her eyes locking onto the Commissar before it dawned on her that she was now in the hanger bay; she had been deep in contemplation and her mind, feeling the Ork psychic waves radiating from the planet, but she didn't think she would become so absorbed that she would become oblivious to such an extent. Her master would have been extremely displeased with her, to say the least.
Bel turned her head to her handler wearing a large chute. What? Was she so incapable that she needed to be carried by another trooper? The idea of being strapped to another person would distract her more then the hesitation that come with her first drop, "No. I can handle it, go... do whatever it is you do," Bel said dismissively, turning her head away from him and walking over to done her own grav-chute hazarding she wanted just as much to do with the trooper as he did her. Attaching the chute and triple checking it to ensure she did it right and wouldn't fall out of it, a rather unsightly way to die, she joined the squad.
She nearly jumped when a voice spoke behind her, far too close for comfort. Bel fought the urge to turn her head as she was warned... or comforted? Both? By the Commissar, once again. But the Commissar was lucky. If she was behind Bel the whole way, there was a chance the Commissar might survive this campaign. Straightening her shoulders, and ignoring how her vest slid down her shoulder a few more inches... and pushing aside the momentary fear that someone behind her may step on the over-sized cloak as it dragged behind her, she awaited the call to jump.
Did the Commissar not know she had requested to be deployed close to a commissar to ensure what she was saying happened on the field? Bel tilted her head, letting her hair further cover her burns as she watched the commissars back, only half listening to her as she said something about watching her, new trooper and safety. While she was sure the Commissar was telling her... vital information, she was focusing on the psychic forces pulsing from the planet from the collected WAAAGH! energies. Nothing else in the galaxy gave off the same presence, the same, dare she say, awe-inspiring power. She refused to let herself think of how powerful the beast could become if they learned to refine their raw psychic potential. The WAAAGH! was far from the largest she had felt, but she did not look forward to meeting any of the crude ork psykers on the planet, if she were so unlucky. While they were unrefined and uncontrolled; it only made them more dangerous as an opponent as they still maintained the normal Ork lack of fear and restraint.
The Commissars sudden yelling snapped her out of her trance, her eyes locking onto the Commissar before it dawned on her that she was now in the hanger bay; she had been deep in contemplation and her mind, feeling the Ork psychic waves radiating from the planet, but she didn't think she would become so absorbed that she would become oblivious to such an extent. Her master would have been extremely displeased with her, to say the least.
Bel turned her head to her handler wearing a large chute. What? Was she so incapable that she needed to be carried by another trooper? The idea of being strapped to another person would distract her more then the hesitation that come with her first drop, "No. I can handle it, go... do whatever it is you do," Bel said dismissively, turning her head away from him and walking over to done her own grav-chute hazarding she wanted just as much to do with the trooper as he did her. Attaching the chute and triple checking it to ensure she did it right and wouldn't fall out of it, a rather unsightly way to die, she joined the squad.
She nearly jumped when a voice spoke behind her, far too close for comfort. Bel fought the urge to turn her head as she was warned... or comforted? Both? By the Commissar, once again. But the Commissar was lucky. If she was behind Bel the whole way, there was a chance the Commissar might survive this campaign. Straightening her shoulders, and ignoring how her vest slid down her shoulder a few more inches... and pushing aside the momentary fear that someone behind her may step on the over-sized cloak as it dragged behind her, she awaited the call to jump.