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The partisans spit in the direction of the Scions before marching off.

Both the Scions and Tarkhan are made aware of a makeshift communications centre, where much of the camps vox and communication equipment has been set up. It is well guarded by PDF and partisans, along with a smattering of seasoned looking Guardsmen.

Not far from there is a trio of battered Leman Russ Tanks. They are attended to by weary looking tank crews, and flanked by scathed lascannons mounted on tripod mounts.

The officer nods, "While it is difficult to coordinate our forces, given the condition of our troops, your presence has done much to reinvigorate morale," he gestures to the encampment, "If you can lead us we will follow."

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"We are members of the Imperial Guard and-", the scouts train their weapons on Eldar, the tension that left them upon the words 'the Governor' returning in a rush. They look to each other before nodding, "Well we've had a call out for you two," the scouts point to Lem and Ishmael, "But the Xenos wasn't mentioned. Can you confirm her position in the entourage?" the trooper half barks at Lem.