Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-30488984-20180316005150

"Damn machine" Jarik growls as he grows frustrated with its inability to provide greater data.

He steps back and raises his hand to his helmet to respond to the warrior up above, with an audible click eminating from his helmet "Good work, I'm coming up now. See if you can hail those troops and signal that we are friendlies." The Sons of Horus sergeant glances once more at the holoprjection infront of him then turns around and makes his way across the bunker.

Jarik prepares to exit the bunker from where he and the others had entered, pausing alongside the workbench that the Night Lord was being treated upon, placing a gauntlet upon the Apothecary as he worked on the wounded warrior,

"I would have you can set up a field hospital down here with whatever tools and materials we have at our disposal once you complete your work on our this man here. The survivors of the spearhead who receive our vox hailing will likely require medical attention. I would also have you prepare for the gathering of Gene-Seed for those of our kin who have died in servie to the Imperium."

He is just about to turn away when he decides to add one more request,

"When you have a moment, I would like a brief diagnosis of the wounds these warriors have suffered as well as my own wounds. I need to know what strength we are operating with and would like your expert advice regarding our combat readiness."

The sergeant doesn't wait for a response from the Apothecary, merely clapping his hand against his pauldron to signal the end of his orders. He then makes his way up above to join the two Astartes he tasked with setting up the vox, thinking of a message to relay to the surviving warriors of the spearhead.