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The hum of the engines was only a mild distraction from the problem Derek had. It was bad enough that the squad now had a commissar who took every chance to berate and insult them. Now he was literally buckled to Grim, waiting to drop into Ork-run territory. He enjoyed killing Orks, as they were generally simple, if very dangerous, creatures.
His musings were cut short when they entered the atmosphere. The quiet wouldn’t last long, as the Orks would see them soon.
“Nervous boy?” Derek looked at Grim. In fact, it was hard not to look at him. Grim’s face was neutral, and with his hood up, it was even harder to get a read on him.
Derek gripped the support bar. “A bit. Trying to distract myself by thinking.”
“Dangerous pastime.”
“Probably, but it helps.”
Grim shifted slightly. “I don’t like this anymore then you, so let’s get to ground quickly.”
Derek nodded as explosions were heard, and began to increase in volume and intensity. They had been spotted. The Ork’s anti-air was firing at them now, but it didn’t seem that their aim was that good.
The cleric was reading off his scriptures, probably in an attempt to calm everyone. Grim didn’t seem to care, but Derek appreciated the gesture.
At Solar’s command, he prepared himself for what was arguably the best and worst part of any drop.