Render was still cooped up in the Pelican's hold, bumming a smoke once in a while as he tended to a busted radio with a toolbox. He'd taken off his heavy gauntlets for added dexterity as he tended to the intricate workings of the machine, and with expert precision, began to remap its haywire design. He'd updated his VISR with a fresh data package, which had freed his tactical apparatus of some much needed memory, but it had also allowed him to transmit data to his squad mates once more. His original transponder had been fried during the initial EMP surge when the Prophet of Regret had entered slip space over New Mombasa, hindering him from transmitting data to his teammates. Now, he was able to establish communications once more. "Hey, Gonzo, do you copy?" He said, puffing on his cigarette as he did so. Tobacco had been outlawed by the UEG nearly a century ago, but some Outer Colonies had once produced if, so they'd become quite a precious commodity, especially during the war era. "Smith and I've been compiling our resources, and we're ready to establish a makeshift camp if need be. Can you see the stars yet? Use your astronavigation data to determine where the hell we are... and while you're at it, see if you can locate any nearby settlements."