>>61372152I mean like
>>61363020Sergeant Adiam and the team stood in place, still as stone as the servo-skulls swung in to scan for any signs of parasitic life inside them, the machine ticking and whirring, its mechanical gaze unwavering and unfeeling; such practices were necessary to keep one's life a bit longer than just a couple years in that place.
It took slightly longer than usual, possibly an extra two seconds over the typical three, but it was better not to question the Mechanicus on the planet. Without them, they'd all have been infected with something much, much sooner, and Desporez likely programmed hers to be extra thorough. It would pay off, considering that her lab was in the field and forest, rather than on one of the mesas, like Starfall Camp.
"See, he's fine," Private Herkmann whispered to his commanding officer, smiling. "We've had bigger than what was attached to his leg crawl out of the shitter anyway."
Adiam did not look so pleased. "Previous orders still stand. Uphold the mission!" He barked, the unit all nodding and continuing to follow deeper into the lab compound. What a spoilsport. At least Crimson was a good mate. It was then that the men directed their attention to their sudden lack of a Clavessian Wolf with mottled red splotches at their side. All scanned their environment, and noted a slight slime trail into the base. So they followed.
They walked through the halls of the temporary lab structure for maybe fifteen minutes, their footsteps echoing in the cement halls. And there was Crimson, running in circles in front of one of the doors. In the doorway stood a tall, ominous shape.
A few of the men prepared to fire, but the Sergeant raised his hand to stop them. Out walked the abnormally tall shape of the Junior Xenobiologis, Desporez, in her blue Admech cloak, carried upon mechanical limbs. After slowly, hesitantly petting the Clavessian Wolf before her, she turned her eyes to the men. "Took you long enough."