Finishing the checks, he exited the vehicle standing atop it with bolt pistol and chain sword at the ready. He jumped down on to the ground looking around trying to determine if any enemies were advancing on the newly acquired transports. He stopped at the sound of a scream, he'd heard many but that... It reminded of the monsterous being he'd faced down while waiting for rescue. He feared nothing but the memory of those horrors was something that he would never truly be free of.

Clearing the vehicle bay, he took position. "I will remain with the transport's, keep them safe from any stragglers or survivors trying to make use of them for escape." He was one of the youngest here, and more importantly he lacked the veteran status of some of the others. He'd fought in the great crusade it was true but his father the Lion had been discovered latter than most. Yet the Dark Angel's in a short amount of time had proven themselves to be an outstanding Legion, with clever tactics and adaptable wings. Like he ached to spill the blood of traitors in vengeance, he knew his place was here protecting the captured transports.

As he pushed the vehicles into the small garage locking it behind himself, he felt cold. As if an unnatural presence was nearby, acting on a whim he moved towards the repair bay of the garage autosense's helping him to search through the darkened building bolt pistol and chainsword ready for whatever came at him.