Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30488984-20191002055857

Cyradon stands motionless and utterly quiet except for his helmet's audible clicking as he mutters seemingly to himself a few moments before he shuts off the vox. He un-links himself from the vox-caster and nods to Beta before he turns to address the group through the growl of his vox-grille,

"The Tempestus Scions did not respond but as you may have heard in the nearing distance, it is likely they are currently engaged with the Tau. Prepare your gear. They will be focussed on their prey so we can hit them hard and fast. We will dislodge from the vehicle a hundred meters or so from the target, preventing the Tau from getting within throwing range with their grenades and disabling the transport."

Cyradon grabs his bolter from its bandolier and cocks a bolt-shell into the chamber. Turning to his squad, he begins giving orders. "Omega, stay back and use the sniper to pick out Tau officers and sharpshooters. Alpha, you are at my flank, we are moving right. Beta, support Omega and ensure nothing gets close to you two or flanks us."

Cyradon feel his twin hearts begin to increase pace as he grins under his helmet. Though not a man that craves to shed blood, the adrenaline of battle does bring a smile to his face.