Henry gave another smile at Julian then looked forward as the pilot broadcast to them. He hums and peers out the porthole next to him. He peers out seeing the white of the Alaskan tundra. And down as they flew lower, he could see the outlines of large grey buildings. What looked like a Radar dish and accompanying instruments for it. Warehouses and communications installations. He nodded slowly and as they started to settle in he could see the HELIX frame hanger attached to the main command building. likely their first destination. Though he had other things he needed to do first. As they settled in he grabbed a heavy and thick jacket, made from hide by the look of it. With white wolf pelt around the neck. He also grabbed a kit bag that sat under his seat, and then as they crunched to the ground he stood, and pulled a large 3 meter long quarter of a foot wide pole of wood out of the overhead netting. And with it over his left shoulder and over his right his bag he turned to the way out. "I'll see you all at the command center. I have something I need to do." He gave a wink then trooped out of the lander.

His combat boots crunched in the snow as he made path towards the command building, but slightly to one side. To an open area that didn't seem to be used for much more then some old crates that hadn't been shipped out yet. A good place as any. Still took him a little to get there. He looked over his shoulder only once, to check if the others are moving yet. It really didn't matter in the end. They'd get there just like he would.

Finally he reached the spot, there he kneeled in the snow and from his kit bag, he brought a broad bladed tomahawk. A length of solid birth wood made the handle, gleaming silvered steel made the head which had various sigils and runes etched into it, ontop of the damascus steel foldings in the blade. At the very end of the handle a length of what looked like bone. Hefty and thick, the handle wrapped with yellow, white, blue and red silk lengths and finally tied to the handle just below the steel head is a quartete of eagle feathers, two of them golden eagle the other two bald eagle. It's a masterwork of some GUFNC craftsman truly. With the hatchet  Henry chops one end of the pole down to a point, it's rough and isnt't fancy but it works. He gets to his feet and with a cry of strength he buries the pole 2 feet down and even into the concrete below. He nods sagely and draws a circle around the pole in the snow with the handle of the tomahawk. It's fast then as he swings the tomahawk up, and buries the blade of the hand axe to the handle in the wood of the pole.

A resounding war whoop rings out as Henry tilts his head back and whoops to the air. Once...then...another war whoop. Twice...and then finally a third war whoop pierces the air. The sound of the cries echoing off the walls nearby. He relaxes his body, and picks his kit bag back up, "The first step." Said mostly to himself but loud enough for anyone who was curious enough to follow along. Slinging his kit bag up over his shoulders again he makes for the command building again, calling out to anyone to hear, "Anyone who moves that pole or takes that tomahawk! I'll personally tan your hide! Respect the rituals!" He makes his way then to the nearest doors into the command building, figuring he may as well join the rest of the team inside.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sv29DzgiXZA / https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jM8dCGIm6yc

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ML74J9Dq2U
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