[centre][h2][colour=ff4d27]Yalu 'Suumko[/colour][/h2][/centre]

The flash of a slipspace portals in the sky drew Yalu's head to twist and look at the phantom hovering its way quickly to their mesa. The IFF and the friendly comms of the pilot prompted him to shuffle to his feet and move back from the edge.

[colour=ff4d27]"Affirmative, Prostrate Disciple,"[/colour] Yalu responded, before switching back to their team channel. [colour=ff4d27]"Commanders, our dropship has arrived. Preparing to insert."[/colour]

Yalu snatched Vael's sentinel beam up from the ground along the way to the gravity lift and spoke over his shoulder, over the loud hum of the phantom's engines. [colour=ff4d27]"Brothers! Prepare for battle!"[/colour]

With one more short leap, the grav lift tugged at Yalu's body in its entirety and he floated up into the hatch beneath the phantom. He quickly found a place to hold on in the crew compartment. [colour=ff4d27]"Hail, pilots! The south-western side will be clear of anti-ship weaponry on the signal!"[/colour]