[i][b]Bracheous had followed the group intently, as he had wished to survive, and following this group was his best shot at it from how he'd seen it. [/b][/i]

They arrived in a very, very large room, an abandoned arena of sorts where titanic beasts would battle. A simulated environment was there, with dead trees and black hills. In the center of it was a large ferrocrete building with several smaller buildings around it, searchlights were sweeping the sky around it. [u]"there it is. Base camp."[/u] A few kilometers from them, the space marine saw something out of the corner of his eye. A winged figure fell from the sky.

"Hold on." [i][b]The White Scar commanded. Bracheous had caught but a glimpse of the disturbance from the corner of his eye, and he quickly cocked his head to the side in an attempt to see it better. [/b][/i]