Having listened intently and give a solemn bow to the Medicae when he mentioned the servitor, Warmund walked step by careful step with his fellow acolytes to the transit and sat silently during the way there, only looking up to check the scenery and such. Around half way there however he took the Hand vox from each acolyte (with permission from the respective owner) and tried to get them to the best frequency he could(unless they must stay the same), fix them up and hopefully improve there general performance. As well as this he calibrates his eairpiece to the same frequency and throws on the Hive apparel.

As the group step off of the transit for the final time Warmund suggests that each read the data slate and that two teams should follow two separate leads. Rather than piping up anymore Warmund holds his tongue and waits for suggestions after his own, he looks around for sniping spots and look out areas he could use to his advantageous. Some among them may find this environment unpleasant, but forge world air is dirtier than many, and its crowds more ruthless - thus Warmund finds himself quiet at home.

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Check Vox's
Calibrate Earpiece
Suggestion
Scout out the area (Visually)