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"Sir."

Varrus snapped off another salute, which was returned by the vanguard before the giant departed from the bridge. Several thoughts ran over and over in the titan's head as he made his way toward one of hte ketch's hangers. The Lieutenant considered Sauron a lost cause, and Scythe a faint hope. Varrus, up until now, hadn't truely adressed the likely possibilty that the hive had simpily ripped the lightless exo to shreds, and drowned the hunter in a sea of ash and claws. He was not naive enough to disreguard the possibility entierly, he had just been hoping for the best. The CO had to look at things diffrently, he supposed. Had to weigh the possibility of rescuing one or two of thier number against the possibilty of wounding or losing more than the two trying. But, in the end, he granted him permission to risk a number of the host to help the one or two on the other ketch, meaning, at least to Varrus, that Avgust had not givin up hope yet. Time to show him that his trust was not misplaced.

Striding into the hanger, Varrus walked up warily to a pair of fallen pilots, his ghost translating his words into thiers. The two chittered in agreement, and began preparing to launch a skiff as the titan opened up the fireteam comms.

"Guardians, This is titan Varrus of fireteam argus. I have been givin permission by the lieutenant to take those willing to join me to distract the hive and buy time for Scythe, and hopefully Sauron to escape. Those fo you who stand strong, and are not willing to let two of our own slip into the dark, meet me in hanger six. We leave in ten."