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

Fuck. EMP?! Salvator swore vociferously under his breath as his HUD and comms crashed, immediately switching to his mask's redundant analog sight and reacquiring visual. They were made by...[i]something[/i]. He couldn't even assume it was an etheric horror, if the lack of ether was any indication. Either way, this bode poorly. 

By the time comms reestablished, Salvator nodded in response to Alice, considering their options. A flicker of purple out of the corner of his eye cemented it, and he raised his carbine, his rebooted HUD trying to lock in on the signal. Fuck's sake. A brief glance towards the drone just [i]floating there[/i] reinforced how much the squad needed an actual tech expert, rather than relying on a secondary team. Something to bring up with leadership if and when they made it out of this mess alive. 

[color=#DAEE01][b]"Right. Ilshar, back Alice up. Echo, Kleo, eye on the drone. Try to radio our support, see if they can backtrace it if you can get a direct uplink. King, with me. We've got a runner."[/b][/color] He grunted, getting a running start before blinking away in a warp jump. The voidhanger reappeared atop the trailer the purple unknown had emerged from, trying to acquire it visually for King to secure.

[color=#DAEE01][b]"Marking it on your HUD now. Nonlethal capture if you can, but not at the cost of your own safety. Want to see what we're dealing with."[/b][/color]