Hephaistos burst out of his own crate, bottles of Amasec clinking and rolling heavily off as he stepped out, his steps careful to not even break them. He was pleased with the idea of sneaking into the Governer's palace like this, though not the idea of blowing their cover like this before they were even off the transport. He would have preferred them all actually being moved directly into the palace before they burst out and met the palace forces with even more shock and even less resistance between them and their target.

Then again, unless these pathetic forces had other Astartes with them (which all their information never indicated), there's little they could do to harm Hephaistos or his new brothers, save maybe heavy artillery. 

The Thousand Son Sorcerer had his bolt pistol at the ready in his right hand, his ornately carved staff in his left hand, and his energy sword at his right side, hilted. His red with goldish brass trimmed armour and its old arcane litanies and wards scrawled upon vellum and wax seals adorning it gleamed as he walked into the light. He walked by Kraeger and Prodigal Son as they had opened up with their bolters and were doing a fine job carving up these men, surveying the carnage as he took cover by the edge of the ship ramp, his side exposed to shots, though those that could find their mark glanced off his armour. He made his minor annoyance known to his brothers as he surveyed the troops and their terrified reactions to all of the Astartes bursting from their various hiding places.

[b][color=ed1c24]"I had hoped we'd have made it further inside before blowing our cover. Who knows what wonders I could have done by manipulating the minds of some of these weaklings? We may have taken the whole damn fortress in under half an hour and not even fired a shot ourselves."[/color][/b]