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Siariks, meanwhile, was already in his own Skiff, having boarded earlier. It had taken him but a brief period to assemble his combat team of Vandals, with one Servitor as accompaniment. Siariks twisted his helmet down onto his head, reveling in the comfortable rush of compressed Ether. His four eyes glared out from blue glass, micro-lights setting them glowing.

Calmly, in a state of battle-meditation, Siariks waited for the order to launch Skiffs into the void, and towards the mysterious Vex Mind the Cabal had unearthed, in their stupidity. Each Vandal in his fireteam knew exactly what they had to do, and Siariks knew what he may have to do yet.

This pleased him.