<Mereen> Mereen looked at the head, back to the Commorrite and then back to the head. "I... I take it... As ally?" The man was very unsure, the man in front of him could lie in the position he is, knowing he may not stand a chance. "In any case... You are no danger. Let me take you to safety... For now." Mereen said unsure and with shaky voice - Pointing toward the Bridge with the sword. "You go first, I have your back.", while gesturing with the Shuriken Pistol to move already. It looked more like taking a hostage, rather than saving another Eldars life...
<Kholivaz> The former Hellion simply stood there, fury in his eyes as he regarded Mereen. Who was this Craftworlder to presume that he could not handle himself? His grip tightened around the power blade as he took a moment to try and compose himself.. Before finally relenting and sliding the blade in to the empty sheath at his shoulder. He would have to return later and locate the lost chainsaber, shuriken pistol, and his beloved splinter pistol. Along with roughly half a dozen knives.. Kholivaz turned slowly from Mereen, making it clear he was far from happy with the Craftworlder before making for the hangar's exit to the Bridge. Uncharacteristically silent which would prove a relief for any that knew him at all. Lucky for both Mereen and Kholivaz, as his mouth might have seen them fighting anyway. "Ty-Tyrelhien. Astora. Alive?" The call went over the comms-channel, just now remembering the Exodites who had charged the Scourge flock with him earlier.
Mereen kept close, but not too close - Just in case - behind the Comorrite. The Shuriken Pistol pointing all the time at the center of Kholivaz' back, the Chainsword low, but ready to strike in the right hand. Trykasil almost fired upon the 'Storm Guardian' as he saw a Comorrite face, but quickly noticing that it was the man who Mereen went to retrieve. His Shuriken Catapult aimed beyond the pair, aiming to take care of enemies - Not prisoners.
<Architect> Minnaloushe the intemperate jumped to her seat and fired the main engines to turn sharply to face the woods - her back to the cliff fall. There were several signals, all larger than an Eldar, and they were moving in a loose formation towards the Serpent. No adamantium, ceramite were detected by the chemical spectrum reader, and the iron was of crude quality. "Kroot. Standing by - it's your call, Aspect." The savages came close to the Serpent's floodlights, but they seemed not ready to attack.
<Architect> "This is Astora," came the voice from the comms system. "Tyrelhien has been defeated." A silence, not long nor short - just an off-note. "How fare you, Storm Guardian?"
<Architect> The enemy seemed to begin losing morale, having their leaders died by the hand of the Warlock's effigy. Whichever wyches and Kabalites were left were retreating to the hangars, covered by the few remaining Wracks, Razorwing flocks and other critters. Their retreat wasn't fulfilled, however, as the newly arrived Striking Scorpions closed out their retreat. The Anamnialocii began a merciless sweeping advance...
<Cair> Perhaps...perhaps we can talk to them, it would be useful to not have to watch our backs all the time, and they could provide manpower necessary to get what we need, it's worth a shot, we're heavily outnumbered and they know these woods better than anyone, we won't stand a chance if they try to hunt us down. Their language is stored inside my armor from my time working with the Tau, so communication hopefully won't be a problem. "Minna, open the rear hatch, I'm going to talk to them. Guardians, stand ready to open fire should I give the signal, but stay inside the Serpent."
<Architect> It was the Magos and the Commorrites at his doorstep, as Evelyn, Xerah-El and Zonid had moved to secure the last healing pods. Behind the wall laid four wracks and the Haemonculus' pupil, with six extra limbs and pointy objects protruding from his back. The bright light dimmed, the wall collapsed, and the augmented human and Eldar crossed stares. This raid hadn't been successful - not at all. The wounded at Isha's Chambers were going to be his only loot from realspace, and his human wasn't going to stand in this Haemonculus' way.
<Minnaloushe the Intemperate> "Cair?" She asked, hesitating a hand over the rune that would open the hatch.
<Cair> The Reaper's tone is certain as he responds, "Minna, do it, I will identify the important leaders as we talk, when I give the signal take them out first. If I don't survive, make sure my stone gets placed next to Alea's in Iyanden."
