Vatman smiled back at marines and seemingly calmed down.
-Well, sounds good, I guess.- He leaned back in the rough seat, trying to make it more comfortable - I guess I'll roll with you guys.
When he didn't hear any complaints about it, he decided it's time to clean his weapon. Leeds was notoriously dusty and a dirty malfunctioning weapon was the last thing he needed.
-It's past time we hit them gauls where it hurts. It's just maddening that half the sector is sitting idly while Bretonia's getting it's ass handed to it on a royal silver platter.
For all it's worth, it's a bloody honor to be tagging alongside you chaps. Now let's kick some ass!
After his short speech, he got back to cleaning his gun, preparing for the fight tome come.
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