The lights of the lift filtered over them, end over end, shadow over shadow as they ascended toward's the forge's control room. To most PDF troops, surviving an encounter with Xenos was enough to have them balking at their own chances of living through such an ordeal again. Despite his misgivings on some of his companions, it was less annoying to be around those used to danger and the deafening silence that followed. Then again, he had to admit it seemed somewhat awkward. 

Stepping into the control room, Herold swept the wider room for any signs of allies or enemies, dead or alive. After a few moments of looking, it seemed the area had actually merely been abandoned. He knew they hadn't seen the last of the green tide however, and gave a grunting nod to Aviza's orders, making sure to remain extra vigilant once the Krieger troop's attentions were drawn elsewhere. 

He made his way past the Psyker performing her witchery and unveiled the security cams, giving a small prayer of thanks to the Emperor that they still worked. Instantly the screen was sectioned with many different images. Most showed empty halls and a silent outer perimeter, save a few gretchin fighting over a bit of meat he didn't quite recognize. In other areas, he saw grotesque scenes. Bodies hacked apart and ripped open. Orkoid and human. 

Nothing he hadn't seen before. 

Unfortunately, there seemed to be a few smaller mobs sprinting about after he got a good look at the feed. A nob with a power klaw had seen fit to gather up whatever wayward Ork and Grot he found. It wasn't a warband, but it could definitely cause problems if it found its way to the lift. 

"Possible Orkoid marauders incoming. Close to the lift, but they could pass by it."