The White Scar moved along with the group much as he had done for pretty much the entire mission thus far, his HUD highlighting both recently arrived allies as well as potential foes, shielding his eyes from muzzle flashes and psychic flickers of otherworldly powers, and heightening his already considerable senses.

He watched silently and somewhat sullenly as the Greenskins were picked apart once more by the surrounding mortals, the only thing surprising him being the presence of the Mechanicus group – this was a Titan however, and therefore their arrival was not entirely unlooked for. 

Where would this Titan or indeed facility be without the red-robed protectors?

As he saw the Orks actually withdraw, or die, he felt a pang of disappointment in his blood.

[i]Where to now?[/i]