[center][h1][color=#DAEE01][b]Salvator Rasch[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

Fantastic. More automata reinforcements. That cut into his plan to flank from the side. With the two AI-driven fighters actively in search-and-destroy mode for him, Salvator couldn't risk firing into the other combatants from the flank without revealing his position to the two backup gunners. For the moment, he decided to simply keep the other soldiers' positions revealed to the rest of the Envenomed, tagging them on his HUD and transmitting it over the squad link to keep them updated. 

As the rest of his team scythed through the enemy and the gunner automata abandoned their search for him to try to reinforce their masters, Salvator raised his carbine and prepared to engage. Though before he lined up a proper shot, Salvator felt the oncoming surge of ethereal radiation and hurriedly ducked back down into cover, riding the blast out. What he saw and heard once he poked his head back up was encouraging. 

They'd found their contact at last. Thank the stars that this mission hadn't gone completely fubar from the start, then. Salvator approached slowly, only decloaking and flicking the safety on his rifle as he drew close enough to the source of the comm signal to be in speaking range. 

[color=#DAEE01][b]"Let's get to it, then."[/b][/color] The voidhanger nodded, his helmet bobbing under his hood. [color=#DAEE01][b]"What mess did our command send us to sort out, exactly?"[/b][/color]