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

Contact with the other team. At last, something was going right on this absurd mission. 

[color=#DAEE01][b]"This is Rasch, communication acknowledged, reading you five by five. What's your status - belay that!"[/b][/color] Was all he managed to get across comms before a flicker of movement in the voidhanger's peripheral vision demanded all of his attention.

There wasn't much of a choice when he was rushed down so quickly and with so crushing a blow: Salvator blinked away on instinct, reappearing a few feet directly above the cadaver puppet that had just tried to disembowel him. He released his grip on his longarm, letting it hang off its sling. Going for his knives would have taken too long, and would be less efficient against these targets than his newest tool.

As Salvator descended upon the puppet in an aerial pounce, a mental command into his armor's neural net triggered his solidified LMD to form a pair of heated hard light blades extending from his wrists. He thrust downwards with both as he fell, aiming to plunge them deep into the cadaver and bisect it with superheated light the same way it had just tried to do to him.