Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150630204932/@comment-107.196.174.179-20150709012928

Varrus stood like a statue in the corner of the medbay, arms folded across his armoured chest, helmet clipped to his belt, silently eying the fallen medic in case she decided one of the guardains was a lost cause, or looting the wounded was a good idea, or something of the same ilk. He frowned to himself: here he was staring down fallen again instead of doing something useful. He hated standing idly bye while Scythe ran a suicide mission to rescue Sauron. The dammed hunter had charged back in on his own personal jumpship, and was now probably knee deep in hive ash while Varrus stood here doing nothing. He seemed the type more inclined to stealth than frontal charges, so there was proably no way to track him or send support straight to him. Then an idea dawned on Varrus: mabey there was something he could do.

Deciding that the wounded were realitivly safe for now, the titan took to the halls of the ketch, the maps his ghost had downloaded prevented him from losing his way as he made for the bridge. When he arrived, little had changed, and he found who he was looking for: Avgust. Approaching his fellow titan, the giant snapped off a quick salute before speaking.

"Lieutenant, I'd like to request permission to provide a distraction to draw attention away from Scythe and Sauron. As I see it sir, those two will be up to thier eyes in hive spawn otherwise, and its a whole lot more productive than sitting around here waiting for them to die. If this is approved, I'd need those among us who wont blow over in a stiff wind. Especially if said wind is made of claws and shredder bolts."