-Captain Maximillian Choices and decisions
"Good work Pol, I will defiantly take this into account when assigning squads and vehicles down." Maximillian said over the vox as he then looked over a holomap of the battle, Akars words and analysts were coming through clear and sightings of vehicles and enemy combatants, Maximillian took in, each sighting and report he took into account as he looked over his forces, looking to his Vehicle forces he knew he had to careful when deploying them especially with the strain it could put on the teleporter as well as the cost of the vehicle happen especially if some mishap happened they ended up with a vehicle and its pilot teleport inside of a building.

looking over the vehicles he made a decision to leave Gladius ad sol out due to it being a tight urban environment, Going over another run through he spotted something that would almost be perfect for siege or just knocking down walls or blowing hordes away of astarte or traitor, The vindicator something there former legion was used to using and he himself knowing is a good vehicle for a urban figting or for seiges, Brining it up he added it to his first list, before looking over to his heavy infantry, The vindicator would likely need a escort if the reports of enemy armor on the ground was true. looking to his hoplkions he would send a squad down with the vindicators along with a attached squad of terminators armed with a few members armed with a clyclone missle launcher armed with krak warheads to help take care of vehicles if they ran into any.

Looking over to the next two squads he then looked at there needs, at least one of them may need a land raider for for holding key positions and redeploying quickly if a position fell or a area was needed in support, Gritting his teeth he looked over to the land raiders and decided to only send one of them down with a squad of hoplkions and a squad of terminators with special weapons duty of bringing a auto cannon to aid in long range combat. looking to the last squad position he knew he needed to becareful the he had no idea how much the teleporter could take and he didn't like having to risk sending all these vehicles down and possibly loosing them do to a mishap with teleport not to mention the amount of brothers he could lose

Then to the last squad, he only had enough for two squads of terminators Hoplkion and a squad of terminators, they would have to be a reserve or support squad armed likely with anti armor capabilities krak missles and frag to help with possible armor situations on the ground.

"I have my plans ready." Maxmillian said before he began rounding the squads and vehicles up for deployment, Hopefully he wasen't straining the teleporter to hard and spreading his brothers to thin.

Charon - Silence and reconnaissance.

Charon was silent as he moved with Kenemon Training and survival instincts taking over as they moved regrouping others before splitting off once more part of the team heading off for distraction and other going for deeper infiltration voices were in the back of his mind as anxiety, and the feeling of all the emotions from the bridge the sharpness and mixture of dread made him nauseus, He bit his lip causing the taste of copper and blood fill his mouth once more. Keeping silent as he went noticing his blood coming out of his nose he would wipe it off trying to get rid of the smell of his own blood off of him.

A mixture of sickness came as he saw the sight of the emporer's children predator line with rhinos, a mixture of plain and other sick emotions hit him as he saw the convoy his guts telling him of the taint he smelled once on the island and now here, except now... Fresher like being near that damned tainted object they found, even sneaking past the Traitor marines they stunk of it from there very souls he could smell it. It made him want to destroy them to rid this world of the stench.


Now waiting with the others as they were looking for a plan he kept his head down and his rocket readied loading up a missile in it, "Whichever way you use I doubt using my Missile launcher will help, unless we say hit that convoy." Charon said whispering it to his brothers as he kept his hand on it ready for another target to possibly take.

Tiro remains low, eyeing the approaching convoy, as he thinks his options over. As he feels Alexander's questioning gaze, he shakes his head, unwilling to go and attempt to place the bomb. Even if he could move quickly enough to be there, hide the bomb, and time it properly, before returning, without being spotted, an explosion would set the enemy on a higher alert, and would pen in more of their forces for the 1st to deal with. Better to let them wander off, so they could turn around, and face a compound now controlled by their brothers of Kerberos Company. For now, he'd motion to Barron with Astartes Battle Sign.

Move quiet. Follow me.

As he slipped away, and sought a closer position, where their chainsword and flamer might be of better use.​

A nod, and Barron was hot on Tiro's trail, bobbing in and out of view as the fabric of his cloak shifted with each step. Though there seemed to be a world of difference between the two, Barron easily kept pace with his brother.

Something in the Pipes​

"Squads Kenemon and Javeran, Squad Turemos reports their beacon is in position. Directing them to support immediate counter-advance operations until either of you screw something up. What are your statuses?" Akar, ever the patient (or bland) one, sounds about as excited ordering up sit-reps as he does breakfast.

"Squad Javeran approaching rear of enemy armored century attempting to encircle space port. Beacon estimated to be down within the next six minutes."

"Squad Kenemon has reached enemy held sector, attempting to infiltrate past defenses now. Initiating vox silence until beacon is deployed." Like that Sergeant cuts the chapter aspirants and himself off from overall command. Somehow having become even more isolated than they were the teams begin the slow dance of stealth and the proverbial tip toeing through the vigil of Emperor's Children sentries. Aridan and Alexander pace out from cover first.

A smoking exhaust grate sits nestled at the foot of an elevated bunker overseeing a large portion of the local habs. The foreboding maw of a black heavy bolter swivels on a narrow firing port above, pair uncertain if it is automated or manned they weigh the risk of investigating. Choice is made for them by Arrauth, native turned fledgling angel has a better view of things and lines up a shot. Bullet drops from on high, angling itself through the window and cratering the combat Servitor's face. Quiet, mostly clean, and absolutely inconspicuous to anyone save himself. It was like the great cosmic weaver of fate responsible for his thread had decided the shot would be a natural twenty or something.

Converging on suspected entry point Alexander quickly opens up comms and reports in. Kenemon orders the team converge on their location. Charon and Sergeant join up first, not a single hiccup as they slither through several buildings and sprint underneath the dead watch of slain Servitor. Tiro and Barron approach a blind corner, smaller man signaling a halt; footsteps approached. Again whatever difficulty might of been presented is wiped off the board by Arrauth. A short whine of flying projectile are the warriors' initial clue that the Qurian has them covered. A cultist in dirty rag cloth and clutching a sinister looking dagger topples onto the ground in front of them. Tiro hikes corpse over his shoulders and quickly dumps it into a vacant building before carrying on. All gathered up Kenemon orders the team into the vent, trans-human strength of himself, Tiro, and Alexander used to rip grate free of its moorings.

Crawl through the pipes is painful. Sizzling fumes singe the thinner hairs of their arms and necks, hands burn even through protective gloves, and sweat is pouring out of skin dampens armor cushioning and makes nearby piping slippery. Exhaust pipe leads to a junction where several pipes spring off from the main trunk of steam feed. Heat reaches a fever pitch here, but team suffers through while Kenemon manages to rise into a squat. Ahead their branch of pipes, and all the others, are fans larger than their crouched forms rotating counter-clockwise at high speed. Through the murk Sergeant identifies a descent beyond the fan, wheeling around on a heel he draws one of his two knives and stabs it through piping side. Eyes presses up to it and a few seconds careful observation, and baking seeing as the pipe has only become hotter so close to the central fume feed, he signals they do the same.

"Hack your way out, knives in, wrench, then ram. There will be a walkway five meters down. Dispatch all targets quickly, Tiro your flamer is clear for deployment, everyone else use your blades." Of course Kenemon says this while stowing own blade and drawing his bolter. Without warning he leans to his right then slams back to the left and throws his weight straight through wounded piping. Others follow suit and spill out into a drop of several feet that leaves them on a metal grating as warned. Surroundings are cast in a grim shade of brown-orange by churning liquids filling nearby chemical tubs. The angry snort of Kenemon's stalker bolter firing is nearly lost over the ferocious bubbling of the six chemical vats filling underground chamber. A single traitor in the dressings of an Apothecary staggers, a shot cracking his left pauldron before next strikes his armored head and tips it back allowing third to bury in neck and send helmet flying away with mulched remains of what was a head.

A ragged mob of thralls look on in shock, some only partially aware they have guests. Squad has caught them in the midst of feeding corpses, and a number of live prisoners, into the aforementioned vats that the Apothecary had been helping tend and mix. On the narrow walkways hoisted above sinister cauldrons there is little room to run and Tiro preps his flamer, only to hold realizing there are innocents bound among the enemy. By this point the others are already bolting forward, knives slashing to and fro as they begin reaving through the enemy. Several attempt to flee and these are the ones Tiro roasts, or get popped off the mortal coil by Kenemon when getting too near to one of the four stair wells positioned in the room's corners.

"Leave the prisoners tied up, they'll be far less likely to be executed on the spot than if they're running around freely. We'll send people down for them when the area is secure. Everyone get up those steps, take the next level and press the objective. No more split groups, Aridan find a spot for that beacon, everyone else cover him. Once it's deployed bug out to cover and let Max's men work. Tiro, if I haven't joined you by that point find everyone a new objective that'll support the First." Room is filled with a whirrrr, source apparent as the large sloped elevator shaft on opposite wall from themselves. "Get going, I'll deal with whoever is coming down." Sergeant makes for far walkway, crouching back before leaping over a hand railing and dropping all the way down to basement floor.

Acting upon their orders Squad Kenemon hurry up several flights of stairs in the nearest stairwell and emerge onto the ground floor. More cultists are hard at work for their legion masters, far too many of them to be reasonably faced without expecting to also maintain their cover. If the basement had been brewing then main floor they now occupied was packaging and inspection. A web of linking conveyor belts with minimal space for workers to stand in between dominated most the floor. Thankfully their foe seemed to lack the same sense of efficiency as the Imperium and menials were scattered all around, rather than packed in to the gunnels like when under Loyalist control. Bobbing and weaving through the nightmare of a packaging plant Scouts make it to one of several roll-up doors broad enough to fit battle tanks. Huddled in a dark corner beneath a smashed lumen lamp Aridan and Tiro plot their targets.

Current guardian of the beacon spies two prime targets for delivery of Kerberos Company. First is a landing pad occupied by a pair of Thunderhawks. It sits several stories above the other buildings on a series of metal stilts and supports that can be ascended by several diagonal stairways, or a single large ramp sloping up to the peak and pad itself. It is hard to judge but movement seems to be growing in intensity on the pad, perhaps the aircraft are offloading? The two birds and their guns would certainly make for a harrowing fire fight, even while grounded, but the superior elevation would make any ensuing combat favorable to the First.

Second option was a plain warehouse with its shutters spread open to either side. Whole thing looked empty, walls and standing racks stripped of whatever might have been stored there. Likely already in the midst of being re-purposed by their foe. A less glamorous option than charging the landing pad, but also an arguably safer one when factoring in sturdy walls and a ceiling to guard everyone from above.

Tiro found himself was presented with a few prime targets to drop the hammer on. The same Techmarine Arrauth had spotted earlier was currently patrolling with a small escort of tech-thralls through the main road that ran between the two main halves of the industrial district. A Sentinel with lifter claws strode along with them, but surely the light vehicle would be easy to deal with considering Charon had a missile launcher, right? Alternatively they could make a break to the right and attempt to capture the gates, chances were the squad of true Astartes guarding it would be drawn off by the arrival of the Dawnbringers' finest. They could deal with a few Servitors and some thralls no problem! Not to mention closing the gate would mean denying access, or at least slowing down, that convoy they saw earlier if enemy turned tail and attempted to reinforce.

Lastly the proud son of Zeussar's noble families eyed over several nests of AA and interceptor weapons stationed nearby. While the Emperor's Children had destroyed most of the sky facing guns on their approach out of necessity, those that had been spared destruction were now in traitor hands. Taking them back could be a real thorn in the side of any more ships flying down from the void, and allow their own guns and drop pods to approach if they became available to them.

Of course the current turn of events left Arrauth blind to his brothers' locations. For better or worse he had free reign on how to support them right now, whether he be proactive about it, or play the waiting game was his call.

@WanderingJester Aridan Options:
1. Landing Pad - Currently occupied by two Thunderhawks and an unknown number of enemy units. Provides a superior field of view for engaging the enemy once captured.

2. Warehouse - Empty of enemy personnel at the moment and will allow the First to enter concealed from immediate sight. Warehouse will also provide cover for all combatants within from the myriad forces assembled outside.

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@BruticusTheGoreHound Tiro Options:
1. Techmarine - Target enemy support specialist and his entourage of Servitors and a Sentinel in hopes of denying the enemy any technical support.

2. The Gates - Taking the gate house will allow the Scouts to prevent enemy forces outside the sector from immediately entering the fight and give them an elevated position to attack other enemies from.

3. Gun Nests- Take out or capture the lost flakk cannons and interceptor guns to attack aerial opponents and clear the skies for further friendly reinforcements.

@Redthirst Arrauth Options:
1. Distraction - Put your rifle to good use and start freaking people out by shooting walls, volatile promethium barrels just sitting out in the ocean, or trying to blow up something shiny and important looking.

2. Attack - What it says on the tin: start trying to gun foes down, whether stealthily or blatantly executing targets in front of all their friends and comrades.

3. Overwatch - Play it cool and wait to see what and where your boys are. Counter the first friendly crit-fail or enemy critical hit of the turn, depending on circumstances and whether it would make sense or not.

Aridan nodded in approval of Alexander's discovery of the exhaust vent, then at the quick execution of Arrauth's shots. Once Sarge got them moving, he followed in the middle of the squad into the interior of the enemy defenses. Their surroundings got hotter and hotter, and sweat poured off of the scout. Liked it or not, he came from the mountains, and found himself much more at comfort in cold weather, though their time training in the jungles of Zeussar gave him experience and a growing tolerance for the heat and humidity.

Getting orders from Sergeant Kenemon, Aridan nodded before tucking away his bolter and pulling out the astartes combat knife from his side. Its length proved to be more of a short sword to their bodies, but all the better. On the signal, the scout stabbed into the side of the vent and rammed it with his shoulder, pushing through with the rest of his brothers and dropping upon the heathens below. With the lone astartes killed by their sergeant, they turned their attention to the cultists and traitor mortals amongst them. Aridan sliced down as he descended, nearly bisecting one of them before chucking his weapon at another close by, about to turn his lasgun upon them.

The weapon lodged itself in the sternum of their would be attacker, who went to his knees, eyes wide in shock that his dark gods failed to protect him. Aridan quickly grabbed the handle of the combat knife before ripping it out, turning in case anyone else needed dispatching. He needn't worry: Squad Kenemon once more proved their lethality and quickness, taking out all of the room's occupants before they could signal for reinforcement or sound the alarm.

Aridan ignored the gruesome contraptions around them; it was all heresy, and dwelling on them would bring them no closer to completing their objectives. Only pausing to assess any threats in the area, he turned back to silently signal his acknowledgment to their Sergeant's order to leave the prisoners alone. Hearing the lift and further orders, the scout quickly selected one of the stairwells and followed one of his brothers up, before departing to a high but dark corner of the compound to recon for possible targets for the homing beacon. His eyes immediately shot to the landing platform nearby.

A flurry of activity, no doubt reinforcements for the enemy or some other forlorn news, came from the landing pad. Aridan could spot two thunderhawks upon the platforms, and the image of terminators teleporting right on top of them to deliver swift justice to them brought a smile to his face. Sure, the position seemed a bit exposed, but these were terminators from the finest company within their chapter. What was a bit of returning fire going to do to them?

Then, suddenly Aridan shook his head. No. He was not the commander of the First; that honor belonged to Captain Maximillian. That meant he alone should have command of the elite of their chapter, second only to Chapter Master Diokletious. Who was he, a mere scout, to decide the first target of the Kerberos Company? The scout continued his look around, his gaze sweeping the area in front of him. It fell upon the opening of a warehouse of sorts, though devoided of any activities near its entrances. He looked back over to the nearest brother, who happened to be Barron, and signaled that he would move forward to that area to check things out.

Silently creeping over to the warehouse, even with the large homing beacon on his back, Aridan peered over the opening of the building and ducked inside, quickly scanning around for any signs of enemies or a trap. Everything inside seemed cleared out, as though the traitors simply thought the building useless for their efforts and made off with whatever had been inside. The lack of bodies pinned to the walls and blasphemous writings on the walls gave him greater comfort that this building wasn't a death trap or a hidden summoning circle of sorts. Still, the scout took another moment to scan for any patterns, wary of any deception from the enemy.

When he felt satisfied with his observation, Aridan quickly hurried to the center of the building. Mostly the room laid empty, but he pulled a few empty racks together to form a bit of a square, as though they had been set that way from the beginning. The scout continued to layer the racks at large intervals, to relay any suspicions of a random rack square in the middle of the room. He had been aware that this pattern would be destroyed as soon as the First teleported in, but no need to give the enemy any leeway in regards to an easy target.

Setting the homing beacon down in the middle of the center rack square, having it partially concealed from view, Aridan activated it and took off for the outside of the warehouse. Taking up a bit of caution but still keeping his speed, he retreated from the building and placed himself on a cover with his bolter in hand, on a pile of massive cargo crates. From this position, he could cover most of the approaches to the warehouse, but also see a lot of the area beyond. A flurry of movement caught his eyes, and the scout looked to see two groups of enemies tearing into each other. Not sure what had happened, Aridan spotted a leader attempting to calm the groups before mysterious dropping. Smiling to himself, he gave a quick signal to Arrauth indicating a good shot.

"Sarge. Homing Beacon planted and activated in the warehouse. In position to cover 1st company's approach and support once their attack begins. Standing by over here."


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@Redthirst

OOC: Planted Homing Beacon at warehouse.

"If you start to feel a burning sensation, it probably won't be because of indigestion."

Tiro laughed, as he bathed the fleeing rabble in the blazing flames of his weapon, watching the sickening cannibals go up like candles. His own body covered in burns and sweat, his time spent in the cramped, oven like, confines of the air vents had been viewed as more enjoyable then those of his brothers might have, for Tiro had always seemed partial to the heat, ever since he first arrived at The Torch of Atlos. The laughter of the man was low, and as soon as the toom was cleared, the young aspirant would saunter over towards the captured civilians, looking down on them with a smile. Seeing the fear in their eyes of this sudden assault, he'd simply make a quick half sign of the aquila over his chest, resting his flamer on his shoulder, as he spoke in low gothic.

"Sit tight, we're busting you out of here. But first we have some peacocks to pluck, yeah?"

Rising up from his crouch, he'd listen to Kenemon's words, giving a crisp salute, before motioning with his head for the others to come along. Charging through the corridors and passages of the compound, Tiro was not disappointed to find more of the degenerates to slay. However, considering time was of the essence, Tiro would pass them by, promising to return, to burn every inch of this hellish chamber, and to see all those who had fallen become naught but ashes.

As Aridan ran off to set up the beacon, Tiro raised his hands, conveying over battle sign their next target.

We hit the AA Guns. Allow further support and reinforcement. Blow their Aircraft out of the Skies.

Before he'd slink off towards the objective.​

Charon coming out of the pipe came out the knife himself toppling down in a spin with his knife in his hand as he did catching himself on the ground he charged forth knife raised in utter silence as he went cutting down a pair of cultist taking a women towards the vats looking down to the women as he kicked a cultist corpse into the vat simply put his hands to his lips as she squirmed trying to escape.

Moving up with his brother he decided to aid Tiro and his target with the AA guns seeing it as a possibly good target to take and use against the enemy especially if they use it against the traitor's and there thunder hawks, Moving silently he would join Tiro in his silent attack.

The slaughter of the cultists was an easy one with his knife in hand, bashing one skull in and bifurcating the next at the chest, he felt more at home now than ever in his training; in the midst of combat.

Seeing the innocents of course got him a bit concerned, looking some of them over for any serious injuries though aside from this, he continued onwards, using one of the rags on the fiends to clean off the excess blood & gore from his weapon and gear. In fact he did a quick wipe-off in general, all things considered; scent was going to be something he didn't want to be caught because of.

Following the rest of the group as usual, his comfort returned fairly quickly; being in the leadership role was not something he was too fond of just yet. An interesting thought to Garrick, but he knew that right now he'd be better off practicing his combat skills rather than trying to lead those he had little knowledge of. So for the time being, he just decided to follow and watch, or do as was told.

Admittedly of course, he had little idea on where to go. So, he simply followed alongside Aridan for the time being, his shotgun ready and his camo cloak keeping himself partly out of sight alongside his own actual stealth.

Legacy of Olympia​

Each man wore a crest of fine animal hair dyed in alternating patterns of varying colors signifying their squad and home city; vertical crests denoted line veterans and a horizontal one rose above the head of their Sergeant. Every one of them wore Cataphracti plate decorated by tassets of studded leather or plasteel plating and personal trophies. Not a one of them went without power spear or Attik pattern storm shield, former heavy headed pieces reminiscent of mankind's earliest bronze spears wreathed in the snapping fields of armor sundering energies, while latter were great discs with circles bitten into either side for spears to rest and stab through while keeping wielder could remain sheltered. Perhaps the most decorated warriors among the Dawnbringers, Maximillian's Hoplikon were first among equals where Kerberos Company was concerned. Every one a son of the old world, a planet now laid bare by nuclear flame and purged from Imperial records. They were the last sons of Olympia, the first champions of Zeussar; the last of the True Iron Warriors, the first of the Dawnbringers. It was a wonder who their foe would dread charging more: The five man shield wall supported by yet more veteran Terminators with cyclones and heavy weapons, or the Vindicator with its brutal siege shield and entirely unsubtle heavy cannon.

"Well done new meat." Sergeant of the Tactical Terminators claps Aridan in passing with deactivated power fist, unintentionally doubling him over a steel rack he himself had previously shuffled around in preparation for the team's arrival. Scout realizes what a joke it was, no amount of cover, not even that provided by the very building that still rattled from the force of Kerberos Company's arrival, could hold a candle to the finest armor at the Dawnbringers disposal. Aridan watches the First stomp and roll out into the open street, preparing himself for the fireworks.

"Oh you dogs have done it now! The Preserver is slain! My devotions were not yet complete, and now Master Bladetongue will wipe us from the face of this miserable planet!" A thrall dressed in the tattered remains of once noble gown picks up a las-gun from one of the slain guards. A single bolt ripples into her hip and splits her in half. Arrauth's brewed up riot cut short by one of the Emperor's Children.

"Enough of this! Justice shall be met out in time, turn your vitriol onto our enemies, surge out into the streets and find us new play things, before the Captain finds you without tribute." More mortal bodies begin spilling from captured industrial sector, driven off by the threat of their masters' displeasure. Right about then the legionary notices something shiny glinting in the smog choked sunlight arrowing towards him. "What in the Satin Th--" Trans-human reflexes fail him, starting to duck and instead lowering head right into power spears path. Even with field deactivated force of the throw alone jerks traitor back and pins him to the ground by pierced helmet. By now more than one foe is aware of their presence, for even the most inattentive forces would be hard pressed to miss the spike of energy preceding a deep strike. Not that it will save them from the Vindicator.

Squad Kenemon reconvenes to the thunder of their Vindicator, Bastard of Terra, firing for the first time. Squat threatening form of the Vindicator sits at the base of landing pad's attached ramp, cannon twitching upwards before arcing a shot heavy enough to flatten bunkers up onto the occupied paltform. A risky maneuver if they want to land reinforcements, but one that leaves even the respectable plating on a Thunderhawk wanting. Fire blooms atop the high rise like one of the fortress monastery's great braziers overlooking the Crown's own aerial platforms. A smoldering ruin releases a scream of tearing metal and the snap of torn landing claws braced against the platform shrieks for all to hear, one of the enemy craft skidding off pad and toppling through the roof of another small factory unit below.

Scouts pile into the long shadows of the wall, watching all ten marines formerly on guard at the gate turn about and begin firing on their brothers of First company. Temptation to stay and watch one of their own, Brother Garoni if memory served, return the favor with his cyclone unit is strong; alas they have their own objectives that need be addressed sooner rather than later. Finding a set of shallow steps the squad hurries up to top of the walls and towards first of the captured gun pits. Traitor guard man one of two Hydra flakk cannons set into the sunken section of the wall. Momentarily distracted by the gunfire inside their own fortifications, it is up to the surrounding Servitors to notice and address the squad. Implanted weapons of varying lethality turn upon the Dawnbringers and clumsy foot falls begin carrying them into reach. Of the four gun toting machine slaves two wield dual las-guns built into amputated arms, while heavier variants waddle forward with a heavy flamer and a heavy bolter respectively.

Squad Kenemon:
Aridan: 8 Tiro: 8 Barron: 8 Charon: 8 Alexander: 8
Conditions: Alexander is considered to be in Stealth granting him re-rolls on failed attacks or defensive actions that target his brothers. Arrauth has the same actions as last round, however attacks are now to be rolled for. Arrauth may only attack once a turn but it comes with a +3 bonus to hit.

Thralls of the Third:
Hydra Gunners: 2/2 Light Gun Servitors: 6/6 Heavy Gun Servitors: 8 [HB]/ 8[HF] Monotask Servitors: 5/5/5
Conditions: The Hydra Gunners will require one turn to get their cannons turned around and aimed before they can fire on the team. Currently only Arrauth may attack them directly, otherwise the Servitor screen will block attempted attacks originating from the wall. Indirect attacks such as grenade throws may still be used against the cannons.


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