Ywain had hidden further back, his goal simple. To secure the Rhino transports, they could argue all they liked he was Ravenwing the second greatest fast attack soldiers in the Imperium after the White Scars. He was an experienced driver and more importantly right now he needed to focus on something other than his memories. His rescue had been a welcome experience, however since then he had remained silent. He thought back on the moment he'd been brought aboard this rag tag crew of broken soldiers.

He'd hauled left over bolter rounds onto the ship when it landed and listened to the others. The Dark Angel did not speak, he just thought back to his brothers on Caliban or his kin trapped Crusading as the other Legion's turned and burned one another. He wondered if Caliban would survive this madness, he hoped Luther would protect the planet and when it was done he would get to honor his brothers who died.

However, now was not time to mourn or to think. Ywain picked up his bolter advancing towards the building, spotting the squad Ferreus ahead. They had opened a channel, Ywain answered quickly. "Advance, I will stay with the transports." He spoke mag locking his bolter into place as he drew the chain sword from his side and then pulled his bolt pistol from it's holster. The black clad, battle worn knight looked imposing as any space marine would. Yet behind the burning coal red eyes, there was more fire. A hate that burned so brightly for these traitors, he had been raised in Order and from their raised up to become a space marine. 

He was told that they would do what the order once did for Caliban, protect it from monsters that stalked places unseen. To turn your back on the Imperium that had given so much to make them Space Marine's but slaughter brothers, civilians, and those who dared question your reasons. Ywain caught a glimpse of a man fleeing from the compound, he was not armed yet none could know they were here. He fired one shot, the fat man who had been clad in a purple attire screamed as his right leg exploded. He tried to crawl away, looking at his bolt pistol then to the Rhino he moved to enter the drivers seat. Every round was precious after all, no point in wasting a second bullet on a traitorous pig.

Connecting himself to the rhino took mere seconds, as he sent it moving forward he heard the man beg for mercy. Ywain had not come to give mercy, he was an angel of wrath, of vengeance. He halted the vehicles movement after the sickening sound of a man being crushed under the treads of the APC. With the front splattered with blood and his rage calmed at least for the moment, the angel spoke into his comm bead. "I secured one Rhino, it is in working order. Slight damage to the paint job, blood washes out bolter rounds are to precious to waste." He added with little emotion as he cycled systems to see exactly what the Rhino was equipped with and how the machine spirit handled.