Following alongside Aerin and her small group was another, also formed of four troops in Guardsman armor, and a fifth acting as leader. Once jet black hair turning salt and pepper, he stood an easy head taller then his counterpart, and was likewise dressed in droptrooper armor. "Ma'am, Seargent Veteran Vincent Archan of the Elysian 502nd, ma'am." Like her, he stood at readied parade rest, feet shoulder width apart, hands folded at hte small of his back, and head held high, which brought a gleam to his polished chrome jawline. The original bone having been pulverized into over a dozen shards long ago. His face was otherwise square, and slightly gaunt with age. A board of medals showing his apparent competence in battle.<br/><br/>"Ma'am, reports are in, more then half of the ships in orbit belong to Chaos Astartes forces, with our own only holding on by use of planetside gunfire." He stopped a polite moment to let it sink in before resuming. "In addition, the enemy has gained control of one of the three primary Chapels in the Hive. This leaves us with two major chapals, two Weapon Foundries, and this Array. Ma'am." His aged, yet hawklike green eyes never looked at her, always maintaining a thousand mile stare at the horizon behind her, past the balcony... The landscape beyond was a mess, to put it mildly, as riots and and fires ravaged the multi layer city. The once life giving dome shattered a hundred times over, both my chaos and their own actions. Miles above, the stars were blackened out by the hulls of starcraft, the occassional flicker announcing mutely the detonation of a warhead. Sometimes greeted by the low rumbling boom as something on the grown before them exploded.<br/><i><br/>
And to think, this is only what we can see...</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>