[Ides]

What a joke...

Vaetor put the slide of the bolt pistol on teh table and glanced at the roof of the shuttle in exasperation, as the message crackled through the exterior vox unit. What in the Warp could the mon keigh be yammering about now? Okan had an annoying habit of getting excited over the silliest of things. When they'd arrived he'd almost come to blows with vaetor over a rodent he'd killed. Rare and beautiful, he'd called it. It was a glorified rat as far as he was concerned. Seemed madness was something aging mon keigh and aging farseers had in common.

There was a crackle as Ilyedan and Anstar leapt onto the vox net, and he grimaced, reassembling the bolt pistol with contemptuous ease and holstering it before shrugging on his greatcoat and jogging striding towards the loading ramp. Picking up his helmet as he went, he cued the vox unit.

"Understood," he growled.

Three days. Three days he'd been down here "loading supplies" and "supervising" activities on the shuttle, while the sunfury hung in orbit like some overpriced meteor. If Kosida knew what he was doing, he wasn't telling anyone. Sighing, he settled the helmet over his head, and waited for the components of the Tau and Monkeigh technology to interface properly. He was particularly proud of that interface given the time it had taken to construct.

Slowing his stride, he edged around the shuttle to the shadows and watched.