The Skitarii Alphas and the Magos boarded the transport in perfect order, locking into place as the briefs and first mission parameters were updated and downloaded to the Skitarii Alphas. Purge the scrap code traitors of the foundry, secure the blessed munitions should they remain present, and ensure they are reassigned to use by the Inquisitor. Better the weapons be used by nominal servants of the Imperium instead of tech heretics or worse, the uninitiated traitors. All relevant data and valid intelligence was being downloaded and processed as the transport departed from the transport and began heading down to the target hive in question, all the while the Magos was monitoring friendly communications while also searching records for information on this foundry.

	Binary communications between the Alphas and the Magos were surprisingly limited, only discussing necessary items, or rather, a plan of attack on the foundry being planned. Nominally, a full taskforce would send more specialized forces in, but given the eventual joint operations that were no doubt going to come up, more specialized troops could not actually be deployed without interfering with the lesser troops that have been requisitioned by the Inquisitor, and the varied forces responding to the Inquisitor's call had been logged and relevant information was being processed and acquired for the purpose of planning out likely responses and uses in terms of combat allies and performance. It was efficient use of processing power while waiting for touchdown and disembarking.

	Upon touching down, map data revealed that the Skitarii troops were going to be putting their augmentation to good use and started off at a brisk, but steady, pace. The classic reason the Ranger Alphas were augmented the way they were, and Rangers in general, was the ability for them to just move and keep moving, keep tracking down their foes, and hound them to the ends of the planet. The Magos was perfectly capable of keeping up as well, following the Ranger Alphas as they moved down the streets, either evading or simply pressing through any civilians, dealing with any that might attempt to bar or assault the red clad Ranger Alphas. The flamer was on point, the Volkite Caliver and Rotary Cannon bringing up the rear alongside the Magos. RT-A-221 was scanning ahead with the implanted Omnispex, relaying data through his tether and the entire squad was moving in perfect unity, the superiority of their design and builds keeping them moving deceptively quickly towards their target.