[center][color=cyan][h2]Gerard Biserus[/h2][/color][/center]

[color=cyan]"Well, here's to hoping it wasn't us."[/color] Gerard drawled, nodding as Kalina returned with her own report. [color=cyan]"Shooting the messenger isn't a great start for peace talks. Besides, I'd like to think we'd do a cleaner job of it."[/color] 

[color=cyan]"Don't wanna take anyone with you? Promise I won't talk your ear off.[/color] Gerard remarked as Justice gave them their general marching orders- it was starting to feel a lot like the simulations again. [color=cyan]"At least take Kali with- actually nevermind, she's liable to shoot something if it jumps out at you."[/color] 

As Justice headed off to go search for a princess in distress, the rest of them moved to join Morden and Silje. Val leaping off with her vestigial wings, while Gerard plodded along behind her, only pausing occasionally to throw the occasional pebble with simple light charms into any of the invisible mist-pockets he noticed. Most of them began to float as they hit the pockets- should they need to leave in a hurry, it'd make spotting the pockets easier at least. 
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[color=cyan]"You weren't kidding when you said you found a 'bot."[/color] Gerard grimaced as they regrouped. Here, in the heart of the crash, the air felt even heavier. Gerard felt rather than saw mist, and often described his perception of mist to be like clay: Something simple and easy for him to mold precisely into whatever he needed, from his weapons to healing spells. In here, the air felt less like maleable clay and more like an amorphous sludge or putty. To make matters worse, one stream of putty that Silje was interacting with felt different from the rest. 

[color=cyan]"Hey Sil, I don't know if that's a good idea-"[/color] Gerard had managed to start, but it was too late. 

As soon as Silje's being made contact with the weird mist, she immediately felt sick, as though her stomach had decided to do half a dozen somersaults in a single second. The feedback was visible, an inky black spark originating from the mist flew out and struck her in the forehead, knocking the small WARDEN clean off of her larger mount. 
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Justice's search ended not too far from the rest of the squad, just separated by a few dozen meters of mountainous metal rubble, fire and mist, near the edge of the crater. The presence she detected seemed to be coming from a dented and battered life boat. A fully enclosed escape-pod like device, meant to sit a few individuals, it seemed to have been launched a few seconds too late, its parachute apparently getting struck by and caught on the crashing ship. It's door had been knocked clean off by the impact and was warped and angled in a way that one would have to squeeze to get out. With her keen senses, Justice could make out what appeared to be a mixture of sobs and labored breathing. 

Perhaps spotting a silhouette or somehow detecting her presence, as Justice approached the battered pod, from somewhere within she could see a flash of white-yellow light. Someone obviously skilled was preparing a spell- though perhaps unfamiliar with the dangers of firing spells off in such a volatile area.

[color=coral]"W-who's there?!"[/color] A shaky voice called out from within the dark pod. [color=coral]"A-albriech?"[/color][hr]

[color=cyan]"Jeez Silje, what were you thinking?"[/color] Gerard half complained as he began making his way over to the little battle mage. [color=cyan]"Vacation's not over yet, can't have you keeling over before-" [/color] 

Gerard blinked and paused, he could've sworn he heard the sound of metal shifting. Throwing his gauntlet into the air at the last moment, he managed a startled [color=cyan]"Gah! Fuck!"[/color] across the squad communication spell as a blast of electricity cut through the air and slammed into his gauntlet, ricocheting high into the air and sending the gauntlet flying towards his face. The impact of his gauntlet caused his aegis to shatter like glass. 

Climbing out of the rubble was another one of the robots that Morden had found, this one fully possessing all of its limbs, though it seemed to have taken just as much damage to its thick armor plating. The cannon on its arm smoked faintly as it's heavy fist pushed aside rubble to climb into the space proper. A Vangar sword-type gunblade stuck out of one of its four glowing eyes, only having sank in an inch. To make matters worse, Gerard felt the rubble behind him shifting as well, a second robot, this one considerably more damaged, missing its cannon arm, but still more than willing to use its remaining arm to attempt to bludgeon them into paste on the ground.