"Governor," Colonel Hastor bows his head for a moment, then looks up at her, "This area is dangerous. I would like to escort you from here as soon as possible. Transport is on it's way and should be arriving shortly."<br/><br/>Trooper Wyle stands at the entrance of the cave, staring in, his augment eyes clicking and whirring as he stares into the darkness. His sergeant had told him to stay here while they went to investigate. He should have heard something by now. He swallowed hard, keeping a firm grip on his flamer. If anything wanted to come and play, he'd be ready for it.<br/><br/>"Halt." Theris hissed into his commbead, jumping off the salamander and landing next to the wreckage. A few bodies lay on the ground. Space marines. The sight of them, lying there in graveyard stillness, would have turned his gut if he could still feel that way. "Colonel, we've found a downed craft. Space marines, wounded, possibly dead." He advances slowly, looking at one of them, his helmet off, his eyes still wild with fire even with a bar of metal wedged in his throat. "We don't have the sort of resources to handle this." He shouted back to the small convoy of vehicles, "I'll stay here, you get to the rendezvous point." They obey him without question, more than willing to abandon the commissar.