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Crowthorne opened her eyes for the first time out of stasis in many years the armor, her body foremost, flaring to life nearly as fast as her swords surged themselves into service. Once more ready for wrath with a flare from small suns of degenerate electron gas restrained just above the hilt. The holstered nova cannon wreaths her arm and some of her shoulder pumping the munitions of wrathful weapons through the Geist's systems. That white knuckled grip of the mind pounding both hearts poured degenerate matter through vent ports in the two holsters. The dropship's ceiling lit in fire as the degenerate matter turned anything it could pump heat into to metal vapor then to plasma. In the sudden explosion of temperature both hands swept the swords from their holsters in a wide arc scoring at the surface of the transport unit. Whether it could take the uncontrolled wrath was of no concern to the Geist even if a wavefront of violently aerating metal would struggle to get out of its own way and leave a fiery meteor of annihilated evidence by sheer accident and barely contained fervor.

The Geist launched with her feet denting the floor to flare her wings into existence driven to leap out of a hatch into the freedom of burning blood in service of the Renev. It had been so very long, so little without combat and service, her idled mind craved to watch the light go out of her targets' eyes. That understanding horror in their eyes as a wavefront of degenerate matter from her weapons turned skin into char and plasma just moments above pumping blood. Service was life. Service was all. Death to all enemies of the caretakers.

That she calmed at all would be overstated at best but the wrath refocused on a fervent analysis of her locality for her targets. The swords slammed back into their sheaths with a morphic humm the light from them dissapated. She scanned every face, traced any weapons fire she could see, and decrypting any feed she could find of that which she could not see. Hovering in the air like the weapon of mass destruction she was an impatient missile waiting to see its target.