Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-31150736-20181121012902

"Confirmed, Captain." Replied Kellen. Like Volprecht, he to was tinkering with his gear, making sure his plasma guns vents were still operating fine, while also clearing any bits of flesh and bone from his Narthecium to make sure it didn't jam. After this was done he made sure each of his Bolt Pisol mags were topped off and the weapon itself was fine. He then checked his combat lade to ensure it was still sharp, and saw it had dulled abit, though some sharpening on some scrap metal from the rubble fixed that. Finally he counted his remaining grenades and medical supplies. After he was satisfied with this, Kellen resumed his attention to the path they were striding quickly across, checking for any stray Orkz or anything else out of the ordinary.