The sentinels pushed forward, drilling through the debris, and Gordon couldn't help but marvel at the strength of the machines, even while large parts of the machines were broken or dented, they pushed on, clearing the way for he and the rest of the soldiers. The one in the front seemed to be drilling through a do
He fell backwards, a shock wave slamming into his chest, and making him fall into a trooper behind him. He was pushed forward, nearly stumbling, but he somehow managed to continue standing. His eyes frantically searched for the origination of the blast, his las rifle engaged in case of the unthinkable - enemies inside the armory. But thankfully, it was merely a sentinel, belching smoke from its cockpit as a man was pulled free from its dark embrace. He lowered his lasrifle, the few troopers around him doing the same as they came to the same conclusion. It was pulled back quickly, and the doors to the armory where breached and the sentinels marched forward, and Gordon followed shortly after, he absentmindedly noticed that the few other soldiers seemed to be following him - his entourage had raised from a single soldier to four now, strange.
Gordon was happy to note that the armory was clear, and civilians were now rushing towards the exit, he had enough time to note a trooper standing on what appeared to be an ammunition crate before the civilians surrounded him, pushing past in an attempt to get to the exit. Gordon pushed through the crowd, the civilians apparently noticing the armed troopers in their midst made way, and Gordon couldn't help but smile, there was some advantages to traveling in a group.
He and the rest of the men following him finally made it to the other side of the crowd, and he spotted a gun and a pile of ammunition laying in the corner, who in the Emperors name left that in the corner in a room full of civilians? He made his way to the gun, glancing back to make sure the other troopers were still following him - they where, good. The bile of ammunition he had noticed was actually a pile of shells, and Gordon couldn't believe his eyes at the sight of a weapon - it was an ugly shotgun, with four barrels. He handed his lasrifle to the soldiers next to him, that shotgun looked like it could tear a Skater in half, he needed that kind of firepower.
He emptied his bandolier of lasrifle cartridges, noting that he only had four left, before filling the openings with shells - lots of them, enough that it weighed him down a bit - before he lifted the shotgun, Emperor, this gun was heavy! Its ammo cartridge seemed to be along each shaft, he filled the shotgun with shells, before hefting it up, he pointed at the soldier he had given the ammunition and gun to.
Go find an officer, give em' the gun and them we're here encase you need some extra support
The man saluted - SALUTED of all things - and ran off to find an officer. Gordon couldn't help but shake his head, he was a simple trooper, not an officer.
“Get more ammunition for you lasrifles if you need it, when your done, meet back here.”
The rest saluted and went their ways, and Gordon continued shoving shells into his bandoleer. He still couldn't understand why they were saluting him, he was only doing his job, it wasn't like he was an officer.