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Endric had filed into the gathering room with the other soldiers. Waiting for briefing, he did a bit of mingling and a lot of 'people' watching. Although Endric was quite average looking and would probably never be picked out in a crowd, he did seem to be quite comfortable, possibly even enjoying himself, in his superficial mingling. He took note of those who seemed to be more charasmatic than others and, of course, the other species present. He was somewhat surprised the Imperial Guard had allowed them to serve, though his father had told him stories of battles alongside such races. Endric fell in line as the briefing began, but let his expression glaze over in reminiscence.
The briefing was obviously over to Endric when he noticed the Commissar changing, pulling him out of his childhood reverie. He suddenly noticed heat in his cheeks and promptly decided that familiarizing himself with his kit would be a very appropriate thing to do - in the hangar - and proceeded to turn on his heel in that direction, avoiding eye contact with anyone, thinking to himself, I'm invisible.
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In the hangar, Endric checked over his kit, double checking his diagnoster and injectors, as well as his medikit. He positioned his laspistol slightly forward from his left hip, and strapped his knife to his right thigh. His lascutter was positioned hanging next to his left thigh and grenades were snugly kept over his right buttock. He then donned the chameleoline cloak grav-chute. Endric managed fall in line close enough to the psyker to feel the hair on his neck stand on end a little. He also noticed the squat close by - does he keep sneaking glances at the psyker? A shrill, irritating voice interrupted his volksviewing, and the hair on his neck seemed to scratch the air around it. As he realized where the sound was coming from, he struggled to muster an expression of discomfited trepidation, rather than well-deserved repugnance. The humble laughter that followed, he noticed, was from one of the guard called Icarus, which Endric appreciated greatly for the seriousness of the Commissar's tone had flipped a switch in his mind to the impending battle ahead. He thought he remembered something about 'orks' being mentioned at some point earlier, a race he had yet to encounter. Just keep your eye on the horizon, Endric. Fall free and good and don't look back.
As the outer doors opened and Endric's eyes adjusted to the explosions, his jaw felt slack as he realized the most ugly creatures he'd ever seen were hurtling themselves, in mass, as living bombs. HIs feet felt like lead for a moment, with his face wracked in consternation, he took large, heavy strides toward the edge of the doors, shook his head, took a deep breath, stretched the tingling out of his fingers and leapt into the reddened sky.
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Wind ripped past his flesh as he watched the carnage below him- and to the left of him... and the right of him...
He turned his head behind himself enough so as not to disrupt his free fall, to view the scene above him. He thought he could make out the Commissar flailing around, but was a little too far to know for sure. The psyker had gone out with the Commissar, but Endric was realizing he could barely make out anyone with the slightest measure of distinction - Shit, I'm falling away from the troops
Endric decided to attempt to redirect himself in the sky- which was a bad idea. He was not used to falling out of moving aircraft, into explosion infested skies, with flaming ork bombs crashing into everything they could and sent himself into a tumbling inertia. The ground became a menacing kaleidoscopic wheel - NO! I will NOT panic! I've got to readjust mys- and with that thought, a large stone-like mass threatened to shatter Endric's body into a sniveling mess of pain. The ground stopped its sickening spin, but the smell and spittle, from the Ork,choking Endric's senses was not a welcome exchange. Everything he had consumed earlier that day came spilling out of his mouth and it took him a couple precious seconds to regain his composure. At which point, he quickly drew his laspistol and shot the Ork through the chest and chin, splattering hot blood and bits of Endric's regurgitation back onto his own face. The dead ork fell, and Endric noticed a cluster of ork bombs bee-lined for him. He activated his grav-chute at an appropriate enough time to miss the oncoming berrage. His eye caught another living projectile heading his direction from the left, which he busted with a single shot through the skull. The ground was quickly approaching and luckily Endric managed to land in a tangle of mutilated shrubbery... or branches.. he didn't really care. He shoved his grav-chute off of his back and clambered out of the brambles. He looked around but could only discern a pile of rubble.. or stone.
"This is Phoorstein, I've made landfall, but I'm not sure where I landed. I believe there is an intact building about 200 meters from my position, due South... and more 200 or so to my East."