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

The descent to the planet could only accommodate so much meditation. Yalu found himself ruminating too much to glean any more benefit to his mind and body. He opted to bring himself back to the present around him and joined in conversation with his team mates. He grew quiet when they were near the ground.

The grav lift hatch opened to blast them with cool humidity. Yalu almost spat at how thick the air was. This place, the plant life and the atmosphere, it could be as potentially disorienting to the team as it would their enemy. The notion of the keep guards' home ground advantage sank in as deep as his toes into the mud.

Maybe bringing along 'Mdalak would be more a benefit than he had estimated.

[colour=ff4d27]"Mounting up,"[/colour] Yalu obeyed, hoisting himself up and dropping into the cockpit of the next Spectre vehicle. He deposited his needle rifle in a suspension holster beside the controls and powered up the sleek grav craft like a swift morning routine. It hummed to life and raised a foot above the mud.

[colour=ff4d27]"Do not get too comfortable,"[/colour] Yalu warned. [colour=ff4d27]"They might have your Promethean optics too. Do your best to spot them first."[/colour]