Llohap

The many Guardsman around the area were at hard work, however many would look at the odd spectacle of the machination that was inside the base. The Mechanicus seemed to summon the machine into the area and was doing something to it. This was beyond their area of expertise, they were simply moving sandbags and defensive materials around continuously fortifying the Imperium base further. So when it came to matters that was very technological, they decided to keep out of it.

Sybil stood eying the stable gate then waved on the Interitus leaving to the older Salamander for inspection. Thumping power armor vanished one by one within the large swirl. Each seen within at combat readiness swords and bolters raised. Those on the side of the new hall. A guardsman emerged struggling around the corner. Slashes against most of his armor painted in red by his own blood. Though much now showed skin as Otto's body reknit. Saluted with some effort they passed him by then staggered past toward the watery exit. Emerged from the portal Otto hustled over to other guardsmen as meaty caverns carved by claws easily shown in his back.

Eyes weary but still attentive his voice is breathy exhaustion, "May the Emperor destroy all Chaos. I see Mada Sybil is still looking for a suitable crew. Corporal Hannig reporting for duty from Genesis."

A loud creak came as Sybil's hands bent back a track spar. Metal and paint uncracking under her ministrations as she muttered in high gothic. A representation of the changes that the machine spirit understood this rightful deformation. A crooning voice instead of as she wiped away the chips in its external armor. Lucent blue material which replaced voids with small sparks slowly turned to the real.

An officer saluted the Guardsman, Corporal Hannig was by all accounts quite similar to a perpetual being, someone who could keep coming back up after taking heavy damage or after suffering death, of course no reports came in about total destruction yet but for now he was considered a unique case. “At ease corporal. And yes, however our mission is the eventual fortification of the entire contingent of Lohap which will be under the Emperors banner. For now, assist the Mechanicus as your more closely fit compared to the rest of us about them. In any case, to your duty Guardsman.” The officer spoke.

He saluted, "Yes Sir, thank you, Sir. I've been fighting my way out of the walls in there since that automaton melted me and my servitor weapon leaving Wing City with the Commissar. At least until I found something other than my hands. It's been a long road back."

Otto shuffled to less firm a stance for his screaming back muscles. Satchel raised he opened the container and pulled one of a pair of laspistols from inside. Most of the rest underneath an amalgamation of small gears flipping and twitching. Some bundles of wiring curled toward his hand as it left with the laspistol. Offered grip first to the Officer a normal laspistol in most regards if not for the faint changing surface. As if a minute pen writ backward on the inside of a mirror layered text in the various dialect of Cant Mechanicus.

A small rivulet of blood ran down his face from inside the helmet as he nodded to explain, "The relic is yours by right, Sir, I only have one issue holster. Earned with fists in the blood of those wracked demons. The thing in the walls tolerates no weakness in the Emperor's name."

A thumb tapped the writing which furiously centered a moment, "No idea what the machine spirit keeps writing on the metal but it's not that Chaos language. Eats cells a bit quickly. You'll want an insulated glove if you're firing for more than a few seconds or your hand will start freezing."

The pistol if taken revealed a glove fractured straight through to blackened frostbit flesh mottled by healthy parts.

The officer looked at the weapon with unease. “No need for that, that weapon would be more effective for you as a designated weapon specialist...You are hearby authorized use of Plasma weaponry for heavily armored enemies. And that weapon...” The Officer remained calm as he declined the weapon. He was much better with the standard issued equipment, and command would not appreciate such weapons Suddenly in circulation with some Guardsman.

The ocean pulled away from the shores of Llohap, revealing the lowest tide in years. After a few moments the wave returned to crash upon the shores of Llohap.

Einar Robidine has arrived, coming from Quelaya.

Einar Robidine has left the area, heading northeast into Gonthar.