@DeranVendar @matt23 @Vulpas The boom of a shotgun would sound out, as Path-Rider Crul would loose his first burst of fire against the invaders on his soil. Those people within the war convoy would watch as not only did the shot connect directly against the chest of the armoured giants, but aside from some minor damage to the plate, the being was unaffected. Turning gaze towards the mob that surrounded them, then down to the damage his armour had suffered, Diokletious would see how the locals had made their choice. Hearing the roar of their engines, the Chapter Master would speak through the vox, addressing his men. "Take them." As his thunderhawk transport flew onto the scene, it would be given proper clearance for an attack run, and for the first time, these locals would know the meaning of transhuman dread. Fire and wrath would rain down upon them from above, while below, the giants clad in their plate would charge forth, massive guns hammering bolt after bolt into their forms and vehicles, glowing weapons cutting through metal and sinew alike. The skirmish would not be a long one, but it's brutality would be felt across the islands in the months to come, the son of a major chieftain and his war convoy utterly destroyed by a simple party of invaders. As the honour guard, chief librarian, exemplar and chapter master loaded back upon their transport, leaving behind a pyre of mortal folly, those few beings who had witnessed this battle and survived would skulk away to spread the word. The sky men, those responsible for the cataclysm that had shattered their world, had returned. With their thunderhawk returning back into orbit, Diokletious himself would continue to enforce the ban on travel to this area. He would need to discuss their fate with their Chief Librarian, and the nature of what they'd seen below, what it meant for their future. _____ "Chapter Master Diokletious, is recognized by the chamber." Diokletious stands once more, having heard the thoughts of comrades and friends alike, weighing their thoughts on the matters at hand. In his own mind, he is pleased with the developments towards their relations with the Salamanders, as he'd first touch upon it again. "So it seems my brothers, that while there are many here who would wish to recontact our old allies in the XVIIIth Legion, others have wisely requested caution above all. It is with this in mind that I am willing to offer a compromise in line with our Soul Smith's plans, that we shall go to them as Dawnbringers, Sons of Ultramar, and nothing more. However, I would still wish for our envoys to be of 1st Company, for our brother is the most versed in the ways of Nocturne, and will no doubt be our best step forward. Yet, in the name of caution, and indeed, of leaving no loose ends...." Diokletious now turns his gaze towards Herchel himself, as he continues to speak. "Brother, if you should wish to take this task, I must ask of you something great. Your name is one that may still be known to The Salamanders, and their warriors. I would be honoured, as it were, if you'd join me in a reforging, taking a new name, to once and for all separate you from the legion we were, and to forge a new identity with the chapter we now seek to be." It is a lot to ask of his brother, Diokletious knows, for he has seen similar in the times since he'd started his small ritual of renaming. However, if they were to go out and be in the public eye of their allies and comrades for the next generation or so, they'd need to cut the ties to the past to better embrace their future. He'd indeed wish for Herchel to be the one to foster ties between their two chapters, but he could not do so with the identity he bore now.