For several moments the tech marine stood silently, both listening to his battle brothers and looking over the mechanicus input, checking their calculations with his own cogitators.  His brothers words came largely from faith and conviction.  This was good, it would strengthen them, a hearing it strengthened him.<br/><br/>But he could not lead with those things—not when he had time to time to let them motivate him to greather heights of reason.<br/><br/>Now Asmarael nodded, a quiet show of a conviction from a man who had stood like a statue for the last 73 second.  “A slight error in your reasoning Brother Wal'dron.  We can not dismiss these Xenos as peripheral to our objective.  They stand between us and our entry.  If permitted to continue their existence, they will threaten our successful extraction.  Both are unacceptable risks to our objectives.”<br/><br/>“Prepare for battle, my brothers.”<br/><br/>“Captain Demstris,” Asmarael spoke aloud now.  “My calculations agree with yours.  Kill Team Invictus will conduct a teleport assault on the Xenos vessel.  I have given the custodians of the Teleportarium the invocations associated with my teleport beacon.  Assing an auspex acolyte to determine if we may use it for extraction that we may deal with the xenos engines accordingly.”