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

[color=#DAEE01][b]"Alice! Damn it!"[/b][/color] Salvator cursed as the other voidhanger in the squad took a nasty hit, King reporting a suit breach. Even if the station had breathable atmosphere, he didn't trust any prolonged exposure with all of the etheric interference in the area. Probably the third worst possible situation to have a suit breach, outside of zero-G and anywhere with a confirmed toxic atmosphere. 

The firefight ended soon enough, and Salvator turned to run diagnostics on Alice. Fortunately, Echo was already handling triage, so he simply let the matter be, turning his attention back to the situation at hand. King's mouthed, lip-read comment was met with a nod of understanding and battle-cant handsign in the affirmative before they resumed vocal communications. 

[color=#DAEE01][b][i]"Harvest, Rasch. Requesting ETA on our end and yours based on projected paths. How much further do we have left to go? Over."[/i][/b][/color] He queryed up across the combined comms before switching back to the team's private channel. Or as private as it could be considering their support team. 

[color=#DAEE01][b]"Squad, Rasch. Double check your suits and seals, report any further breaches and patch them up ASAP. In any case, agreed with Alice. I'm sensing some faint ethereal traces as well, but nothing concrete. All units, advance slowly. Scan anything out of place, and keep the rest of the squad in the loop. King, I want you on point. Echo, endoform on rear support."[/b][/color] 

Salvator caught King's gaze, signing the battle-cant for caution. Even without the construct's near-immunity to ethereal phenomena, it had proved to have a level enough head on its shoulders to not go guns blazing at the first twitch of movement. Unlike quite possibly half the squad.