Searlait retires to her quarters for several hours to rest up before the final hours to the assault on the planet, with notice to call her immediately should events change.

++Good to hear from you. GIve us a holler if anything comes up.++

Gregory spends his time trying to figure out the tactical situation on the ground. Everything's just too compartmentalized right now...

++Have arrived at orbital launch site. The facility is secure. Local Mechanicus personnel were not aware that they were under threat but are now aiding in the defence. No sign of opposition forces as yet.++

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++I have located three salvation pods and recovered seven refugees from the Emperor’s Glory, they claim to be part of an organised attempt to jump ship. The search for other pods continues. Also, there is evidence of a large military formation crossing the border south of the Northern Alliance headquarters, somewhere around one hundred tracked vehicles, believed to be hostile.++
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The Navigatrix drew a soft breath in and released it from behind the mask. It was a practical offer, given from a place of pure logic and without malice but it nettled at her pride. She strove and pushed against the treacheries of her own anatomy to maintain her effectiveness as a matter of duty and, after a fashion, worship to Him on Terra. Still, the pain burned and for once she considered the offer without dismissal out of hand before finally bowing her head. There were greater tasks and matters to attend to then the slow, pained transversal of the vessel.

++Tungsten, confirmed, hold for update on potential enemy movements++

++Confirm is the military formation GP or NA forces, attempt vox communication if you can, inform them if they do cease advance once our ship is in orbit they will be targetted. Collect as much information of their forces, codify vehicle classes. As for the former crew, try to get them to rendevous at a safer location for collection at a less chaotic time, provide some resources that can readily be spared++

Tungsten repeats her message and is awaiting farther instruction.

Ravandio is out of th4e area searching for salvation pods, he will drop his refugees off as instructed and return to try and locate the military force, this might take an hour or so.

The conveyance provided for Cennet is very discreet, although quite tall it has a small footprint with a fat rubber tyre at each corner, the driver, a junior tech priest sits in a small, open cockpit at the front while the two-seat passenger compartment is fully enclosed behind one way glass windows. The vehicle, is clean and shiny and the luxuriously appointed interior smells faintly of furniture polish.

Cennet embarks without trouble and fonds the seat moderately comfortable, a voice over a hidden speaker informs here that the trip will take approximately five minuets and the vehicle sets off at a steady pace along the corridors and passageways of officer country.

Much of this will be new to Cennet and she is treated to a display of opulence and wealth as she trundles over soft carpets and observes ancient works of art, statues and trophies at every turn. Some parts of the trip are quiet but others busy with people, officers, servants, servitors and dozens of unidentifiable people going about their business.


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++Agent Tungsten, potential reports of GP forces headed to NA capital instead, Ravandio is dropping off recovered personel claiming to be deserters of the Emperor's Glory then performing a recce and potential harrassment actions. Please relay information to relevent on site personel.++

Still in her quarters Searlait gets a message from Mr Yorick, ++Sorry to disturb you my Lady, but I thought you ought to know that we have just lost contact with the Northern alliance capital city, it seems to be subjected to local jamming.
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”I shall pass that on my Lady, would you like us to redeploy to that location?”
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++Lady Tungsten, We are now receiving reports that communications to the NA captial are being jammed. Do you have ability to communicate with any friendly NA forces? Advise them of potential immediate attack. I will attmept to advise other forces++

++Magos Tesla do you have any update on the situation. We are now seeing potenial assault on the Northern Alliance capital and still several hours out. Vox is being jammed locally can your forces break through the interference and contact anyone in that vicinity++

The absence of pain was a new... troubling... even arguably alarming sensation. It had been a facet, a constant companion, for much of her adult life by this point and to think that the muscles that supported and moved her might be capable of anything other than that and wretched malice as well as betrayal was a new experience. A variable and sudden development that, despite her certainty in the strength of spirit and will, had her quietly assessing bother herself and her surroundings through the dread lens of her third eye. That so treacherous a portion of her anatomy and genetics might not torment her and remind her of her damned imperfections was inconceivable without the aid of chymistry, sorcery, and skilled physicians.

This was not to say that the journey was not necessarily lost on her. She was, after all, blessed with keen faculties that noted the different and far less private route to the abode of her clan aboard the vessel. That she was shielded from the eyes of the public was a blessing all it's own. Most, even among the void faring, were rarely so lucky as to catch a glimpse of such... necessities of space faring civilization. Such abundance of people, however, was not so unusual a thing. Segregation to the degree usually achieved on charters was impossible among the fleet borne home of her own house.

For much of the last little while, attempts to contact the Explorator have gone straight to one of his aides, but the most recent message is answered by a string of 'ping' chimes that indicate 'pending' and sees Tesla answer promptly.

++"At the present time, I have no information regarding events on the planetary surface. I have been emeshed in the command canticles of the Manufactorum and believe that I have managed to significantly reorient them towards addressing the problems of the local system. Please hold."++

A report comes in from Garu

The attack on the orbital launcher was a bluff intended to draw assets away from the target which was the Northern Alliance capital, specifically they are after Vormav. That city is surrounded by two entire brigades of troops with air support but they have not yet entered. They do have localise signal jamming to prevent anyone getting a message in or out.

He has located Lady MaCregge, the Planetary Governor general, and also Sir Damion Ply-Morrison, Commander in Chief, Gelron Defence Arm, (GDA), both have gone to ground in Sir Ply-Morrison’s hunting lodge just outside the city, protected by a strong contingent of loyal assets from the GDA. The junta seems content to let them be and just block any signalling capability but seem to have overlooked the land line so communications are possible.

It is difficult to move about in the city as the junta are rather trigger happy in enforcing the curfew, but it can be done.

There is also a message from the Northern Alliance Defence force, who apologise but are concerned that they have lost contact with their Capital and are sending a large contingent back to check, the remainder will arrive at the orbital launcher in  four hours or so.

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Searlait takes in the report from Garu and curses under her breathe.

++Garu, attempt to remain free, use all the troops I left to keep you that way. I will attempt to have troops sent to you. Report as you can situation developments.++

++Lady Tungesten, can you use your craft to gather the deposed leaders of Gelron Primary, location is being sent to you, if possible, can you recover them and attempt to get them to decry the junta take over on a public display system or vox-net, perhaps we can cause some dissention within the ranks. Not they have a curfew in place and have displayed a willingness to shoot first and ask questions later, remote into the network if possible.++

++NA send 10% towards the Launcher, remainder should turn back and spearhead an attack from the rear of the GA troops, be know we are attempting to cause dissention within their ranks.++

Looking to the master Ligashar "What is our ETA to the planet and our strike force?"

++Master Asgard, there has been an update, the launcher assault seems to be a ruse, new location is the Northern Alliance capital, will update when I have more information.++

”As you wish my Lady, we will liaise with Mr Finnigan.” There is a pause before the Arbitrator continues, ”My Lady, I hesitate to offer advice but if you are having trouble contacting Vormav through the vox jamming, have you considered consulting your Astral Choir?”
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++ Acknowledged, Lady-Captain ++, came the brief reply, harsh with static, ++ We have secured some local assets, no more than thugs. I have a team aboard civilian transportation to the launcher, to assess the situation there ++

++I have not, but will get it attempted immidiately, thank you Agent++


Acknowledging Garu's response she wishes them the Emperor's luck and reminds him of their ETA and that Another agent has been there as well and is aware of the situation.

Next she sents a message to the astropatic choir to attempt to get a message through to Vormav to get a situation report.

++Understand, rerouting to NA capital now.++

He instructs the pilot and the lander fleet to redirect appropriately and informs Ravandio of his course change. He also lets Vormav know; the man deals in information and while Gregory strongly doubts the man didn't see it coming, you can't be too careful.

The slow return of her more typical state of being did little dispel or otherwise address her concerns as she dismounted with all the deliberate, all too calculated care of one in so crippled a condition as she was now. Any offers of assistance from her aide or the far less compassionate mechanicus waved aside as they both had done their due diligence and sped her return to the shared quarters of her contracted clan. With that same care, she passed the guards with polite nods of her head and into her domain. The gestures bringing with them fresh pain and new reminders of the eroded state of her treacherous musculature and the strains it placed on the bones beneath.

One day, she'd find a remedy or embrace the machine, as the Mechanicus put it, to obliterate the source of her pain once and for all. There was a certainty in the machine but that was a... particular risk. Too much replaced with such cybernetics and bionics and she ran the risk of fatal disruptions from the energies she was routinely exposed to... Or worse fates... Too little and she was no less a prisoner of her cursed form and genetics.

Ever mindful of her duty to the dynasty and the Throne upon distant Terra, Cennet pushed those thoughts aside and sought the last of her still able kin. The rotation and nature of their watch had no doubt already been shared but it was wise to confirm it if nothing else.

++Asgard, the vox-jamming appears to be coming from multiple sites nearby. If possible co-ordinate with Ravandio to locate the sources before engaging, if possible damage or destroy without risking too many casualties. Psychic communications is still possible should it be required. Should you be able to communicate with any Gelron Primary officers, inform them that on my arrival if they do not cease this assault and retreat to a non-combat distance I will remove them from the planet with the Pious Lament++

++Vormav, We have Ravandio running multiple ops in the area, are you able to contact contact him at all to secure exfil from the immediate area? Sit rep is GP made to move to attack the launcher then diverted to attack the NA, we were over the disk at the time and have made full steam back to orbit, ground troops en route, orbital support will arrive shortly after.++

Searlate relays her message to the Astoral Chior who passes it on to Vormav.
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