Voxing to all units "keep still... No movement at all" as the marine scouted in the distance looking for anything that might cause him to sound the alarm. The team was silent, no movement could be seen... Tyranous waited for his next move
"If he is the target I could take him down...." Gylthran suggested, aiming upon the Astartes who glanced inside the base for only a moment but then turned to the woods again. That done he continued to walk along the wall, heading now for where the Astartes climbed over the wall to begin with.
Meron looked to the nearby stair house then the approaching renegade...debating if he should try and make a move or not from the buildings housing. "Shall I attempt a capture if he passes? Interrogate or Execute? " Wringing the handle of his blade the Scout watched with baited breath as the enemy passed nearer to his entrance onto the wall.
"Stay your hand Meron. He will be expected to return and you will follow him" as Tyranous watched over the compound, seeing the movement of those on the walls and seeing Meron's position and that of the Astarte... "Team ONE, your new orders are to assist Cryos in finding the explosives to take this structure down. Meron will trail our current target and vox in any developments" remembering the briefing in detail, they needed to find out more information on their target. On private vox to Gylthran "keep the target in your sites and notify once you have lost him" having the element of surprise was key...
Gylthran simply kept track of the Astartes who was walking through the compound now, walking just past the cover of Team Two, heading for the drawbridge. "He is going to be back inside soon...." The scout reported, keeping his scope on him.
"Understood Son of Macragge. " Meron did as he was told and bides his time, waiting for the renegade to march off somewhere of note while keeping hidden.
"Stay close Meron, and report any information you deem important. If he is our target then you will have the best opportunity to take him out quickly, the rest will provide support in getting you safely" he voxed over to his brother, having absolute confidence in his ability to perform his duty Knowing this mission could turn south at a moments notice, Tyranous stayed close to the Rhino which was hidden near his location. "All is clear for team one and Cryos to proceed to the armory" he voxed over to the others in a private message so he doesn't confuse Meron
The Guards continued their patrols on the wall, but then a bell rang at the top of the citadel. All turned around to it and fell on their knees, the Astartes who was returning to the citadel also kneeled down, looking towards the tower but at the ground. None of them were allowed to see his glory except he explicitly allowed it. A balcony moved out at the top of the tower where the bell rang and a figure walked out, The man was wearing a MK4 Power Armor, no helmet. His face was scarred from blades and flames, he was an ugly mutation with one ear missing, the other being an Eldar ear or some sort, his eyes being unnatural, one was uncanny light green, the other dark red. Probably Ork eye? He was more than a traitor, that creature was a mutant. "MY CHILDREN!" He started, raising his arms in the air. "Today is a wonderful day! We will sail to the stars very soon! Then you may spread the word of me and my tales! How I saved you, how I make you new, better, stronger! How I took all your nightmares and banned them from your sleep! How I enlightened your path and provided homes to the homeless, food to the hungry, water to the thirsty, strength to the weak!" The speech kept on going and going as if it was never going to end. Gylthran took aim on the man, there was something else... Like a blue.... crystal or something in his head. "Should I take the shot?" He simply asked via Vox.
Meron immediately pulled back as the guards began to turn and kneel, sheltering behind a stack of crates, even an Astartes night vision couldn't see through solid objects. "Primary Target sighted. I'll be advancing shortly, ignoring secondary as of now. " With everyone still and silent his movement would stick out like a Dactyl over Nocturne to the renegade in charge, his patience was tempered though, as the craftsmen forged a blade so did his training forge his actions.
