But, it didn't change the fact that, unless they intended to go out in a blaze of glory, they couldn't do anything more than sit, wait, and launch the occasional ambush in the middle of nowhere. "I'm tellin' you, Frederick, this war's going to kill us, from boredom or from a shot to the head." Barringer handed him the map, the patrol routes used by the Tau and Kroot within the city highlighted in marker. "I've got nothin'. The Tau are consolidating too much for us to do anything really useful. All we do is pick off their pet Kroot packs, now."
"I hear you, Sarge." Frederick, though not higher in rank than any other member in the unit, had become the Sergeant's de-facto right hand. He looked around them, and leaned in to whisper. "Listen, there's been some talk...Maybe we should just get off this rock. The General meets with that Rogue Trader. We can just pay our way off. The regiment's dead, this world's not doing too well, and it's not even our's. Things might not keep going this well. We're at a high point in this fight, but I think we should get out of here while the getting's good. Far as the Administratum knows, we're all dead, same as the rest of the regiment. I say we sell all of our gear and retire on some backwater world. Lots of mercs will pay top throne for a working combat Sentinel."
"You'd best be kidding, Frederick." Barringer glared at his comrade and the Stormtrooper showed the first sign of fear that he had in years. "I...right, sorry sir." Barringer sighed and looked at the patrol map again. A part of him wanted to agree. "No, don't be. 'Snot your fault we're in this mess. Yergant refuses to leave because he's a damned Cadian. They're almost as bad as Kriegers. They never stop. But, his stubbornness isn't unwarranted. We know our duty, and we're not going to give up here. We'll get off this planet eventually, but for right now, we're staying put. Make that perfectly clear to the men."