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

Void damned insurgent fighters. At least whoever was contacting them wasn't shooting yet. Small mercies. Of course, their contact's promise of secure comms wasn't worth shit now. This was just shaping up to be one of those days. 

He'd be more pissed about the human girl causing problems again if it truly was her fault this time. Of course, Salvator couldn't exactly blame the voice on the channel. In an insurgent shitfest like this, with factions sending deniable black ops every which way, of course the fog of war was muddied enough that no one could trust one another. Of course, that didn't stop this situation from being supremely annoying. 

[color=#DAEE01][b][i]"We're not League-affiliated."[/i][/b][/color] Salvator keyed his comms, scowling beneath his faceplate as he tried to trace back the warning shot and get a bead on whoever fired it. [color=#DAEE01][b][i]"Don't know where our squadmate got the kit, first job together. But you're not going to believe us on just that."[/i][/b][/color] He said flatly, his newfound shotgun leveled in the direction of the woods.

[color=#DAEE01][b][i]"Let's make this quick, we're on a timetable. Squad's on assignment to help the locals. If you don't have a problem with that, what do we have to do or say for everyone involved to stand down so we can move on our objective?"[/i][/b][/color] With that said, Rasch stopped transmitting on comms for the moment, speaking out loud so that most of the squad in his vicinity could hear him. 

[color=#DAEE01][b]"Would rather get out of this without wasting ammo if we can. Stay in cover, let's try not to shoot first if we can help it."[/b][/color] If anyone had a problem with him giving orders at this point, well, that was their problem for not displaying enough initiative to do so already.