[center][h2][b]Ilshar Ard’sabekh[/b][/h2][/center]

Nexus be praised, everything had worked out after all, at least for now. There was no telling if these new presences would remain even as friendly as that, but having fewer guns pointed at him right not was something Ilshar could appreciate. At the very least, these people knew what exactly they were going up against on the way to the cannon, and namely what had slaughtered these vrexul in the clearing. What was [i]"worse than an unztadlige"[/i]. Ilshar could think of a few things, but none that would not have been visible from this distance already. If they could get some intelligence, and better yet some fire support-

Of course, the channel was cut just then.

Grumbling, Ilshar hauled himself to his feet and shuffled over to where Rasch was holding the transmitter, hands no longer up but weapon safely dangling away beyond threatening reach. Through his many sight-organs, he kept moving with ease while looking at the brief transmission that circulated the squad's displays. Good thing he was not there, he thought. Unnerving as the still unknown defenses they were facing might have been, he would much rather go up against them than jump into the sort of furnace the rebellion had stirred up. Still, that did not mean they could get careless now.

[b]"Ask them what exactly we're up against here, I'm tired of this unknown,"[/b] he gurgled, leaning in as the voidhanger tried to restore contact with the other party, [b]"And if they've got something that can help kill it."[/b]