Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150721115811/@comment-26809040-20150722214937

Varrus listened to Avgust's adress as he walked across the hanger. After days of travel, the host was finally splitting up and taking the fight to the hive. Good news indeed. The giant paced towards the far end of the hanger, and his jumpship "Draught of Nectar" resting next to a pile of fallen crates. Hoisting himself up to the top of the pile, Varrus stepped over onto the hull of his jumpship. Taking one last look around the hanger as the other guardians boarded thier own jumpships, he knelt down and tapped his fist against a circular hatch on the top of his ship's hull. The hatch beeped twice, confirming his biometric signature, before sliding apart to allow the titan to decend into his ship.

Varrus walked down the cramped hall, the air stale, but free of the stink of ether, before coming to a stop before the pilot's seat in the armoured cockpit at the centre of the craft. He eased himself into the huge chair as Vigil transmatted his weapons and helm into the ship's onboard storage vault, the items dissapearing in a flash of blue light. The titan leaned forward, working the controls of the ship until the three vid screens in front of the controls buzzed to life with feeds from the ship's external sensor pods, and the engines hummed into standby. Closing the hatch and checking that all systems were normal, the giant raised Avgust on the fireteam comms.

"Ready when you are sir."