[center][h2][b]Justicar Hektor Autark[/b][/h2][/center]
The outer wall was secure. It was inevitable, frankly - the rogues had numbers, but much like the Imperium against any other barbarian horde, discipline and superiority of equipment proved their might over those who would pit themselves against humanity, even other humans. And when it came to what amounted to thugs in carapace armour against the true upholders of the Lex Imperialis...

Well, it was an inevitability regardless. The Guard's melta bomb bought them the entrance, opening it up for the vehicles to enter through; the cyber-mastiff handler bought them the parapets, ending the threat of heavy weaponry for the time being. The assassins declared their intent to enter at this stage, leaving the men and women on the ground to plan the second level of the siege.

'Arbites, regroup at my position!' Hektor called out through his shield-vox, the men and women of the Adeptus Arbites moving to him behind one of the buildings in the structure as the last of the Enforcers fled into their inner keep. Amongst them, Handler Ceras and Adept Frea appeared, along with the two cyber-mastiffs - though they were both clearly quite battered, marks and dents scarring their outer shells, and on one of them the telltale signs of plasma burn, they certainly weren't destroyed yet.

'Good work thus far,' the Justicar addressed the team. 'The facility is breached, but it is yet to be taken back in full. From here forward, we will likely need to approach on foot; the Rumblers don't have an angle on the mansion, and the Repressor will need to be brought in later, unless some of you want to risk being caught in a fresh crossfire to open the door.' Kowl and Lance glanced at each other, Hektor could only assume debating with themselves whether they could get the other to do it, but when they said nothing, he turned to the breaching team. 'Handler, Verispex, your role was well-executed. Anything to report?'

'Sir, we've gotten a Rumbler into the inner walls,' the brighter woman announced, smiling with just a hint of worry. Worry? 'Incidentally, some fresh welding may be needed at the access point later.' Ah. And by "got the Rumbler in", she presumably meant "used it as a battering ram". Hektor sighed with minor annoyance. Those weren't indestructible, for the Emperor's sake.

'Additionally, sir,' Michael added, 'we have secured the majority of heavy weapons on the outer wall, including the lascannon and a plasma pistol. I would recommend relaying these to the Imperial Guard; they will see more use under them, I suspect.'

'Sir! Permission to equip Verispex Adept Michael with the plasma pistol?' Victoria asked, utterly out of step and clearly unexpected on his end.

'Denied. We don't know whether it's been properly maintained or engineered, and if it overheats, it'd likely kill any of us, let alone him. And watch when you speak, Handler.'

'...wul- well I can throw it-'

'[b]Denied,[/b] Verispex. You can examine it later if you're still intent.' The enthusiasm was appreciated, but like a plasma pistol's power, it needed to be directed. And he suspected Michael just wanted to try and back up Victoria, rather than actually putting himself at risk.

'Magistrate Kowl,' he continued, seeking to proceed with the matter rather than giving the Enforcers more time to regroup than necessary, 'lead half the Arbitrators plus Handler Ceras to the Guard Captain, inform them that they are recommended to take control of the autocannon and lascannon installations for the next phase of the operation. Marshal Lance, everybody else, you're with me. Lockshields primed for movement.'

'Yes, sir!' the team replied - Rheanna in particular with a growl of enthusiasm, and Darius much less so. That rivalry really needed to remain unencouraged as far as possible, in his mind. Nonetheless, the split was made: the Magistrate's team of six moved out in the direction of the Imperial Guard's forces, cyber-mastiffs and all, whilst the Justicar led his party of nine in the opposite direction, moving quickly between structures to minimise exposure to the Enforcers and get as close as possible. Should any show their faces, of course, he'd do what he could to put rounds in them, but then one could only do so much at a distance.

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[@Monochromatic Rainbow] A Magistrate, five Arbitrators, and two cyber-mastiffs are headed your way with good news! Or should I say gun news.
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