"Well, well, well! If it isn't Mrs. Deathwish herself. This is Sergeant Lanfried Machholter, commanding officer of squad 3 of Task Force Regiment 13. My squad and I, as well as what's left of the outpost's garrison are holed up in the Command building and landing pad. We'll be out to meet you shortly."

Great... Of all the people Alexis could have saved in the outpost. It [i]had[/i] to be the [i]Catachan[/i]. Alexis rolled her eyes, "That's [i]Miss[/i] Deathwish, Lanfried. Never married. Now, is your team going to keep hiding in your cardboard fort or are you going to come out here and secure the area?"

Alexis's ears were still ringing; everything was still dull. She was amazed that she even managed to hear Lanfried over the vox at all. Mending eardrums were the most common form of medical aid in the imperial guard. There were so many explosions, pressure differentials and sounds on the battlefield that nearly every trooper needed them fixed after a battle. Alexis spat on the dusty ground, her spit carried some blood with it. When leaned forward to pick her lasgun up from the ground, she winced. Alexis looked down at the source of the pain and saw a piece of shrapnel that had pierced through her carapace armor. The metal jabbed into her skin enough to cause bleeding, but it didn't dig into her ribs far enough to cause any real damage. Alexis sighed and grabbed a hold of the shrapnel. She gritted her teeth and pulled the metal out quickly, "Ah... Son of a..." she mumbled.

Alexis took a moment to catch her breath and then leaned down to take her lasgun without the shrapnel causing excess amounts of pain. She put a new power cell in the weapon and pocketed the discharged one, she'd recharge it later. Alexis walked alone across the rubble that the baneblade had created from the outpost. Her fiery red hair blew in a light wind, it was a stark contrast in the gray warzone. As she headed toward the ruined outpost, Alexis heard a gurgle.

The Elysian stopped and looked sidelong to her right, catching sight of a cultist who was missing his leg. He gripped at pieces of rubble and pulled himself toward the outpost. All along his bandolier were grenades and demo charges, this fanatic was going to suicide bomb the place. She looked around and then turned to head toward the bomber. She whistled to get his attention, but he was more deaf than her. Alexis smirked and walked right up to him, her shadow was what it took to get his attention. He sprawled over on his back and saw the red haired Elysian in black and gray armor. The cultist raised his hand with the detonator, but Alexis simply kicked it from his hand and shot it with her lasgun. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was that important?" she asked the deaf man.

He screamed obscenities at her, she didn't know what he was saying, nor did she care. Alexis planted a steel toed boot in his ribs, cracking some. He screamed again. Alexis started stripping his bandolier from all of the explosives. "You chose the wrong god to worship, you know that?"

She pointed at the wreckage of the baneblade, "I was right next to it when it blew up. I'm completely fine. You're here, missing a leg. Seems the Emperor [i]does[/i] protect." It seemed the cultist heard that, he hissed.

Alexis put the toe of her boot in his mouth to keep it open. "You want to know who's your god now?" she thumbed at herself, "Me. And she's fresh out of mercy." Alexis took of the man's grenades and replaced her boot with it. He bit down on the hard shell of the frag grenade.

"This grenade has a five second fuse. Better start saying your last words." she pulled the pin and walked off.

She was well out of the grenades explosive range when it detonated. Her eyes scanned the area some more before speaking through her microbead again, "The outpost is secure. You lot in the command chamber should be calling in for field engineers right about now."