Rig didn't have much to say on their travels, nor on arrival to the crater's general vicinity. He was more focused on getting used to riding the damn thing, even if he wasn't at the helm. 

As the others went into action, scouting and trading plans on how to approach the situation, Rig took comfort in not having to do so. He was never much of a leader. He would take orders or do what he thought right, but he never had it in him to tell others what to do. Listening to the scout party begin to static changed this lack of envy to a tangible guilt. The threat potential came back to his mind and he began to worry. The feeling boiling in his stomach, as he could do nothing but wait for the situation to unfold. As the botched messages stopped coming through to leave way for the rest of them to follow, Rig felt sweat on the back of his neck. Luckily no one was hurt, but he hated the sound of this place. His earlier excitement to dissolve this mystery now gone, it's as if his instinct was telling him to stay far away from that crater, and more-so the pillar.  

Naturally they went forward. Weaving their way down to the cusp. Reaching the zenith before the curve down, the almost blinding light showed Rig something he had never hoped to see. A nation of wild-men worshiping a neon god. The beam of light cutting through reality and breaking the sky above. His ears were filled with a ringing sound, and the rest of the world fell away. He was outright mesmerized by the sight. The silhouettes of those people squirming and moving around the light was oddly bewitching. He was only pulled away when he heard Spook voice her concerns. 

The fear came back. Shit was she right. They couldn't do a thing against this many people. If that light came from something good, they'd never reach it. A twitch of his lip responded to that line of thought. "If it's good." What if it's not? Whatever it is, it's strong enough to pull in people, bend the sky and take down choppers. 

[color=0072bc]"Why aren't there any monsters here?" [/color]

He thought aloud. If this thing pulled in people, why not other creatures? Surely this many people would at least bring in monsters, but the surrounding area was quiet. Why? 

[color=0072bc]"Maybe it keep them away..."[/color] He murmured. He didn't want ti propose any ideas that were spun off the dome. And also, he was still rather distracted but what he was looking at.