<MOONZ> OOC: I assume I'm all fixed. Ixtab moved out of the ramp. Instantly a flood of information about the moon was received. From the most obvious ones to the most obscure details. They were ignored as quickly as they came in, it really didn't matter, the Vanguard were created to travel dangerous places and not be held down no matter what this planet's terrain or climate could create, naturally. As he made touchdown with the planet's dusty surface, a slight wind came by. His dark torn robes were pushed to the side revealing his Rad-pistol and a Sword of Mechanicus creation. Most of his original functions had been saved, including his Alpha eye. The bionic let him easily communicate will all teammates and provide a quick real time feed of all actions they would, should, and have commenced. It also provided dozens of calculations, possibility's, and updates about the battle. Most of it was useless data running randomly in his head, but for a Alpha Vanguard himself, every detail helped. Especially when working in unison with other Skitarii forces, but he was no longer with them... Walking to the side of his Skitarii brother, Ixtab tried out his new internal Vox caster to communicate. "B-Brother, before you pursue any other ob-objectives, I'm to ask you scout out the area. Even if the fellow... pysker has already given it a unconfirmed scan.". He kept his speech in binary to not upset the Salamander that stood in front of him.
<Amraphel> "We shouldn't bother with those primitives for too long", he spoke with annoyance in his voice. "Let us get whatever information they posess and kill them directly after, no matter if they really are slavers. We will also be able to use their steeds for faster transportation." All the while, Amraphel kept his guns aimed at the caravan, watching for signs of hostility. "Whatever we do, we should do it quickly, for I feel there are far more sinister forces at work on this world, forces which greatly exceed the piss poor collection of savages arranged in front of us."
<Feron> Taking a moment to admire the young wyrm in its flight a faint smile came to his helmeted head, feet sinking into gravel colored sands beneath him it almost felt like home, distant ship wrecks upturned to the sky lapsing into smoldering volcanoes in his head before Draconion's report snapped his senses from their little foray into that home sick portion of his mind. "Roger that Draconion, You and Zeth will be acting as our Western prong, push up at your own discretion. " As one of those very few Feron put nearly full trust in within the galaxy the Salamander left Draconion a long leash knowing that he would handle himself more than adequately. "Dorallius, Ixtab I want you two pushing our Eastern tip, keep pace with Draconion, all teams maintain standard vox-pings every thirty seconds to let us know you're active, any silence will be responded too immediately. Renate you'll be advancing up behind me with Volorox, I'll take point heading North, watch our backs and those areas already tread by our scouts. Volorox you'll be our rapid reaction unit in the event either of our flanking prongs go silent. " Breaking forward into an accelerated pace he began gaining ground over those behind him, getting a small fifty meter lead on the lot of them. "Scattered advance central body, if I see any mines or surprise blast hitting more than one of us it better be from heavy ordnance. "
@DeranVendar "Acknowledged, Force Commander," replies Draconion, taking to higher elevation by hopping up onto rusted starship wrecks with telekinesis-assisted leaps, aiming for the final destination he has marked for himself - a soaring tower that must have once belonged on the basilica of some Imperial ship, "ETA five minutes bar unforeseen circumstances. Will give Skitarius Zeth a lift up if necessary." As he travels, he glances up at the sky. Though his subtle senses and telepathic link pinpoint the drakeling's location just fine, even his enhanced eyes are unable to pick it out amidst the gloom of the sky, the creature's ventral chamelonic scales camouflaging it against the heavens just as he knows its dorsal surface will do the same against the ground. Leaping - almost flying, really - a good thirty metres from one rusted hull to the next, he pauses to wait for Zeth to catch up.
OOC:Hah...space serbs!Colapse brilliant as always! </Caerne moon Team /Before deployment> Not strapping his grav-harness,Zeth took a venerable weapon with a slight bow of his head,never clenching his hands around it,but merely holding it in his palms. "Most extraordinary,Librarian Draconian.Ryugamaru...i am glad i have met you as an ally."spoke Zeth to the weapon as he gave it back to the Astartes. "Purgatory?Fitting name."spoke Zeth with a nod,approving as he took the weapon,examining it (and undoubtedly scanning it to draw a schematic,later on) "I barely feel its Machine Spirit.It seems...dormant.Is it usually like this before battle?"inquired Zeth. Later on heelaborated the matter with the depleted transuranium round during their flight to Caerne,strapping his grav-harness as the wind almost took hold of the craft. "It is simple.To reduce the unnecessary recoil augmentations and thus save up on power efficiency ratio of the weapon,the Masters of Mechanicum use transuranium.By using low speed of 95% transonic one cannot punctuate a Leman Russ armor,at least not with one round.But by using the areodynamic drag that forms around the round,it serves as a ignitor for incineration effect,heating the transuranium at its tip to extreme temparatures,punctuating any armor know to Man.Simply put...it uses the very air as a weapon."spoke Zeth as he obviously read that of the article in his database.He was amazed at the amount of technical knowledge Draconian displayed,certainlly more then any Techmarine he ever met on this voyage. "I have a query,Librarian Draconian.I was not aware that Librarius had a standing ranks of polymaths,it seems..unortodox to your...calling? </Caerne moon team /Deployment> "It seems both of us have been correct,Librarian."spoke Zeth over the vox as he disembarked from the Stormbird,his Arqebus on his back,somewhat smaller then it was.His las-pistol he sweeped the area,but that was unnecessary since he came out,last. ++Compliance Alpha.Death to the enemies of the Machine God.Advice:maintain secular channel from the squad,main one.++ blurted Zeth to the Vanguard,gladdened that the venerable warrior has returned to operational state,ready to bring slow death to their foes. "I concur with Librarian Draconian.That spire over there..."spoke Zeth as he pointed with his index finger at a tall metal spire of some,now husk of a starship. "I can rain death from there."spoke Ranger as he followed Librarian`s lead.Not really as fast as Librarian that he followed,but not really falling back,Zeth followed the psyker as the made path between innumerable amount of dead ships.His legs were cut of from knees down and replaced with two-toed cybernetic,giving him inhuman speed and agility...but still it was no match for psyhicaly augmented movements of Draconian. Ticking a vox-signal he opened voxed,his voice sounding more clear over it then in flesh-talk: "Librarian Draconian...have you ever seen so many dead ships?I cannot even feel their Machine Spirits.Is there...any trace of bio-life?"inquired Zeth as he leaps fifteen meters in air from one support strut to a gun-tower of a small ship,following Draconian as the latter kindly waited,if the former took too long. ++By the Omnissiah,are you getting these readings?There are hundred ships here,and i cannot exload their designation numbers without straying off the path.Who knows if anything survived inside after so many years if these ships are indeed at least ten millenia old.Some of the hulls i recognized as Mars-made."++blurted Zeth over the private vox to Ixtab.Zeth`s robes flapping in the wind and inertion of his sudden movements,revealing the burnished ablative plate beneath and various grenades at his belt.
carlarth folowed the directions of the slavers while sending a psychic messege to tempestus "she is going with them to find out any information" as he spoke he looked at the others "if it comes to it il need you to take out the slavers but not until she gives a signal" as he spoke he wonderd what her signal would be. carlarth folowed the directions untill she reached then end boss and then spoke in high gothic "i am captain carlarth vermilion umbra, captain of the battle barge wrath of the shadows and rouge trader of the house umbra, who is the leader of this group"
<Sister Renate> "Not trusting me to be as efficient as your Astartes brethren?" She asked curious, more than offended by getting no 'special assignment', especially given that she was on par, if not exceeded the talents of some of these Astartes. She was technically over two hundred years old AND a Canoness. But if trust shall be earned, she shall deliver. As long as in His good faith, that is. Instantly she turned around 180 degrees and followed the leading Salamander while walking backwards to scan the area efficiently.
Sigismund followed after her, not quite sure what the psyker was planning. As she introduced herself to their hosts, he also added his own identity: "Deubart Karling, currently acting as a bodyguard to the fine lady." Well, not his real identity of course.
<Feron> "If that was the case I'd be sending you to one of our scout prongs for 'protection' Sister. Just sticking to advancing in pairs since Volorox is rather tentative in his position and could take flight at any point, this means the two of us will have the honor of walking head first into any obvious traps or ambushes. " Running several visual scans across the different spectrums supported by his helm Feron watched for any signs of life or tampering with the land scape that might tip them off to danger, continuing to advance steadily toward their current objective.
<Renate Walburga Brandt> "Then I shall feel honored with your trust into my capabilities, apologies should it have sound offensive. It is just an uncommon sensation to be led, rather than lead." She admitted, for there was no reason to hide secrets nor lie. That was the way of common humans, but a Sister Sororitas knew better than to sin with simple things.
