The Chimera trucked off with a heavy load of ammunition and stubbers, ripped from emplacements and every lasgun ammo pack, shotgun shell and autogun round they could find stacked in buckets, crates and boxes. The chunky personnel carrier kicked up dust and smoke as Vorr hammered the pedal. The big Marine had been maudlin for some reason Daon couldn't fathom, despite the wanton murder of good Imperial soldiers - Akkad wasn't as bothered about that as he was the thought of falling down into a Lictor's gullet or what the slaughter represented. A threat could pop up anywhere - literally - they had to be on guard.
As the clanking of the Chimera tracks churned away, Akkad sat revealed on the roadside, his helmet off and whittling at a stalk with his combat knife.
"Well Ahu, it appears we are in the same...Waka." He smiled thinly at the bigger Astartes and picked himself up, discarding the reed.
+What are you doing?+ The big marine cocked his head to one side.
"Are you deaf as well as huge?" Akkad chuckled to show he meant no offence, banged a fist on Tyber's pauldron. "I am following orders. The Iazu said with a Lictor about, no one is to be left alone." He banged his fist on his plastron with a wink and indicated they should walk together and sought to lance the pain from his Kin, to anchor the lad as Tyber had done so often for Daon.
"So, what is a Waka anyway? I surmised it was a net? Do I even want to know what a Tuakana is?" The city was tiny in front of them, but he knew the miles would vanish with the tread of the large Marine.