06-02-2007, 01:27 PM
Auspex kept pace with the entorage of Personal Net Navis. Their focus had left him and his men and settled on Pyro, making them figurative phantoms, aloof and distant. He stuck close to Leviathan. A shadower, he could spy their words.
'Reapers, move it!' Blipped a vioce through the micro-bead.
From the din behind a series of stacked cages, Auspex caught a glimpse of movement, a belch of fire, and the whine of jetwash. Several shadowed figures arose, awash in oil smoke, drifting forward. They settled in front of Auspex.
A Chamberlain Reaper shifted in the soft light. He dorned the militant fatigues of his Founding; white, red, and black puzzle-camoflauge and the black combat webbing. His cast-iron jumppack rig consumed the bulk of his chest, reaching around and locked into the pack, which sizzled in activation afterglow. His Reaper Carbine reeked coolant.
"Keep an eye, take an eye." Auspex ordered.
The Reaper's full-helmet visor plate noded. He caught the other's attention with a shrug of his massive shoulders.
'Reapers, move it!' He repeated. Fire belched from his jump pack as his feet left the ground. 'Slaughter 'em boys!'
They shot forward and out of sight.
Auspex seemed impressed with his newfound unit. He had needed something new to continue fighting the other Viral Commanders; the Reapers were a good foot forward. When their smoke trails evaporated, he turned towards the group he had shepered.
"God I love my job."