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Lem quickly ducked behind the pillar, chunks of rock and clouds of dust splattering from it as the fire impacted upon it. Must be one of those plasma weapons he heard about once. A quick check of his power pack revealed it to be empty already and after a brief look around, accompanied by interchanging curses and invocations of the Emperor's protection, he went down on his belly and crawled over to a fallen member of the Governess' guards.

"Emp'ra honors yer sacrifice", the dreg muttered as he pulled the belt of power packs from the corpse and, still prone, clumsily wrapped it over his shoulder. He discarded the empty one in his weapon and slammed a new one in, which proved less easy than expected, as his weapon had been constructed with less care than those of a typical guardsman. Regardless, with the use of force and spit, he managed to jam it in, a reassuring '40' blinking up on the ammo counter.

Such resupplied, the focus of the action vanished and the noise, screams, stench and general chaos of the suddenly-become-battlefield crashed down on him. Braving the inferno of Las and Plasma fire accompanied by static, orders, scraems of pain and shouts of command, Lem dared to take a peak over the collapsed pillar, trying to find out where the Governess was.