"Trent what the- fuck it. I don't know why I bother sometimes." Galahad groaned as Trent began dancing around. The boy tired him out sometimes- which was an ironic thing to call him, because they were all within a year of each other, but sometimes he felt more like Trent's caretaker than his peer. Trent was... different, than the others. Everyone saw mist in their own way, though it wasn't unheard of for several people to share the same view. Several saw it as colors, or as twinkling lights, others like Galahad, felt the mist more than saw it. For Galahad, the mist felt like water or clay, something for him to mold and bend to his will- in fact, part of his considerable talent for magic came from how easy it was to quickly translate actions with the mist to actions in reality.

Trent on the other hand was the other way around- unlike others who saw or felt the mist, he heard it. The fact that he was a mage at all was quite impressive- it was no easy undertaking to be able to translate the [i]sounds[/i] of mist into actions in reality. As Trent laid down, trying to get catch his breath, Galahad approached him and thwapped him on the temple. Galahad had tried many ways to get Trent off of his "high" over the years. He found that the simplest- and most gratifying, was a blow to the temple. While normally not enough to break a dedicated spellcaster's concentration, while in his "high", a blow would sufficiently cut Trent off from the Mist long enough for him to recollect his surroundings. Trent would be fine for a while, so Galahad let him catch his breath whilst he set up the security systems himself.

Breathing deeply, Galahad opened his eyes and saw the world, no different than how he normally saw it, but now, he could feel currents of the Mist swirling around the world. Some of it swirled around like uncontrollable gas, some sat muddled in once place like muddy clay. Galahad reached out for the muddy clay and molded it into a tiny bead, with which he packed a complex spell into. The spell itself was fairly standard for most WARDENs, it was the specifics of the spell that made it difficult. The spell beads created a perimeter, that projected an invisible field between each individual bead. The spell was weaved specifically for each squad, to allow members of that particular WARDEN team to pass through without tripping the alarm, whereas any other living being would. Galahad went about his business, systematically placing the beads in a wide circle around their camp. Luckily enough, this spell- like most of Galahad's iterations on spells, were mostly self-powered once created, and used ambient the ambient mist to keep them sustained for several hours at a time. Galahad preferred this method to limit the amount of mist he exposed himself to. While his tolerance for mist was abnormally large compared to most, it still never hurt to be careful, especially with something as dangerous as the mist.

"All done here." Galahad said plainly, as he watched Setzer start climbing up a tree in a fashion comparable to a large ape that one would find in a zoo- if Rassvet still had zoos. Most large creatures were relegated to controlled animal preserves.

"Where's he- oh." Galahad began to ask and answered all at once, as he saw the ship crashing out of the sky.

"That's a Vangar ship, right?" asked Lee. "The hell's it doing all the way out of here?"

"Its not one of ours," Galahad mused, "way too big, too unwieldy. Looks more like a luxury civilian liner than a combat vessel." he added as he watched the vessel slowly fall out of the sky. It had too few weapons to be a military vessel, and the aircraft chasing it had no difficulty shooting it down. Zimmy noted another smaller object separating from the vessel, and several of them checked their phones for service- to no avail. Galahad didn't bother checking his phone, if theirs didn't work, his probably didn't either. "Cell tower's probably got hit by the ship, disrupted by the mist explosion, or something is jamming it."

Gideon recommended the group saddle up and go search for survivors, which was of course, the logical course of action. Even if they were Vangar, it was unlikely that they were military personnel, and even if they were, it was the humanitarian thing to do, enemy or not. They were best served mounting up on their truck and taking it closer, where they could then search on foot, as Gideon suggested, it'd also be smart for them to look at the escape pod that Zimmy saw. They'd probably be able to split up into groups after they got closer. 

Pulling his jacket around him, Galahad tapped at his side, where a small hard leather case rested, filled with dense tungsten marbles, somewhat relieved that he had brought it. Luckily for him, even if he didn't bring his sidearm, Galahad, as a mage, was always armed. 

"And here I thought nothing interesting would happen this trip."