"Indeed, Vangar Class A's" Galahad agreed as he peered over the body Gidon was crouched by. "They're meant for ceremonial, diplomatic, or other formal occasions. Not something you'd wear on a combat patrol, in any case."

Galahad didn't give the bodies much care, or time of night. Instead, he spent most of his attention carefully monitoring their surroundings, watching for dangerous pockets of Mist, and occasionally calling out if a squad member got too close to one. To most, Mst was invisible, and hard to detect, and even those trained in detecting the Mist could find difficulty tracing it in such a Mist-Hot location- such as the crash they were currently investigating. Some or the larger pockets of Mist were easily recognizable the floating rubble and intense heat were things that people could easily notice and avoid. The more difficult to spot plumes were the medium strength plumes of Mist. Their energies masked by the intense heat of the crash itself, the Mist spots, while not as deadly as walking face first into a Mist spike, were much more dangerous due to their difficulty to spot and side-effects. Mistburn was an injury commonly experienced by search and rescue crews- and was often their cause of death. Much like radiation, absorbing too much Mist from these invisible plumes would cause nausea and could destroy the body quickly if left untreated. 

It also made the use of energy based and ranged spells problematic. A lightning bolt could set off a stray pocket of Mist, and then they'd all be in danger. And since detecting some these Mist pockets were difficult for even dedicated mages, it effectively gimped the range that they could safely fling spells. 

Catching up with Gideon and Setzer, Galahad couldn't help but make a face, the crash site reeked of a smell that combined plastic and metal with human flesh. Galahad glanced around at the debris strewn about, almost awed with the level of destruction the ship had experienced. He wondered if this had anything to do with the bullet marked robot that Setzer had found. The robot didn't appear to be one of theirs- unless the military was working on some top-secret mechanized weapon project, but even then Galahad was sure he'd of at least heard of it. Galahad played with the idea of securing and taking the robot carcass with them. If they could get into its memory banks- if those were still intact, they would potentially be able to pull out audio and video data of what transpired on the ship. Galahad doubted anyone was alive so it wasn't like anyone could tell them what happened-

An arrow burst from the opening Setzer made in a shuttle they had found, and struck him in the shoulder. The next few moments were a blur, as Galahad threw himself against the side of the shuttle, opposite Gideon and Setzer, as the former threw in a rock yelling grenade. As quickly as he could, Galahad peered into Mist around him, to confirm no dangerous pockets of Mist were within the shuttle, while at the same time rapidly conjuring a bead in between his fingers. Galahad used a backhanded toss to lob the bead in after the grenade without exposing himself. In the darkness, the bead would follow the rock, and would be masked by the sound of the rock bouncing around the inside of the hull. 

Looking at the other two, he gave them a short nod. At the snap of a finger, Galahad could detonate the bead, causing a blinding flash of light followed by a deafening thunderclap. Unlike a traditional flashbang, Galahad had complete control of when and how powerful it could be. 

"Just in case." Galahad murmured quietly, so only their communication spell could pick it up.