Sevatar sat quietly in one corner of the bunker, ignoring the majority of what was going on around him, filtering for any possible threats but otherwise ignoring the background noise as he studied his dataslate. He hadn't been able to crack the encrypted files yet, but it gave him something to occupy his mind while he processed variables for the current situation.<br/><br/>The military situation looked untenable, so escape and evasion would be the order of the day. Evading the xenos through the ruins of the town would be a short term solution at best. Long term getting offworld was the optimal solution, but that required a ship that was warp capable and the means to get to it.<br/><br/>First priority. Establish if there are still warp capable craft in orbit. That meant getting to the port and checking the cogitator records to see what might still be in orbit. His own ships protocols would have sent them to hide as soon as the xenos appeared. If they had not been destroyed they should still be there.<br/><br/>Second priority. Locate a craft with orbital capability to get to the ship. The port may still have some functional, but by now it's possible the xenos will have destroyed or looted those. Some of the nobility are likely to have personal craft. Access planetary data nets to search for stories listing potential targets. Check port cogitator records for flight plans and clearances.<br/><br/>Third priority. Communication with orbitals. Co-ordinate a pickup.<br/><br/>He gave a small smile, setting the datapad aside to check his weapons. Xenos night vision was no better than his own, and their stealth capabilities markedly inferior. It would be better to move after dark. He would use the intervening time to locate mission assets.<br/><br/>He stood up, making a show of stretching and looked around the room. There .. that was a distinct possibility.<br/><br/>He crossed the room towards the robed figure, coming to a halt a few paces from them, and interlacing his knuckles in the cogwheel gesture that Mechanicus used in place of the Aquila. "Honoured Adept." he said in greeting. "I wonder if I might have a few moments of your time to discuss something which I believe may be of mutual interest."