[h3][color=gold]Silver[/color][/h3]
Since entering the dense forest Silver had been tagging along behind the bulk of their little group. Having his paranoia confirmed by one of the troop commanders had only made the voidhanger’s fretting worse, opting to engage his cloak despite being among ‘comrades’. Their newest compatriot was no different to any other of the paramilitary soldiers they had met so far; full of bravado and out for blood. Silver hadn’t even bothered with an introduction, attitudes like that got people killed real quick and who knows what the gealtirocht’s angle was.

The voidhanger grimaced as his foot sunk deep down into a flooded pothole that Zsresrinn had punched into the ground. The beast of a thing was surprisingly nimble and quiet for its size but the forest floor could only bear so much weight.

[i]Egh.[/i] Silver thought as he shook loose the mud that stuck to his leg. [i]Note to self: never leave space again![/i]

Continuing on, the cyborg rolled his eyes as he shooed away another report from his little AI companion. There was nothing new to be gained from such things, more enemies, more threats, more carnage. The voidhanger didn’t need a report to tell him how royally fucked they were.

Right on time Gourlan’s slimy, stomach churning voice crackled through the comms, calling the group into action. Seemingly without a second thought, the gealtirocht bounced into the tree’s with talk of dismembering while Zsresrinn whirred into action mode. Silver, however, paused; instead choosing to open up their comms channel.

[color=gold]<Guys, I’m not sure about this. Back at the outpost Yrilovan warned me that Gourlan shouldn’t have known about the rendezvous spot and that he didn’t know why he was there. This could be another ambush.>[/color]