Directives flashed in front of her eyes, she had been sent here to prepare defenses, and aid those already there against the Imperium. Vanassa had been surprised when the Magos had given her orders that included so few Skitarii. At least her request for combat servitors had been approved, they would definitely be needed in the upcoming fight. Turning Vanassa looked at the force arrayed before her. She had served with them for so long now, ever since they had been Imperial Guard. Before her stood forty hyspasists, twenty rangers, ten praetorians, and one hundred gun servitors. That wasn’t counting the ten enginseers that had come with them wielding power axes and bolt pistols, or the case with the prototype being carried by two servitors with hydraulic arms. She let her bright blue glowing eyes scan over the skitarii women gathered before her, and moved through the lines making sure none were malfunctioning in any ways. “Skitarii, what is our function this cycle?”

“To defend the Mining Complex. Let no Imperium Soldier pass.” A nod was given towards the Cohort. “What are secondary directives?” As one the Skitarii women spoke again. “Ensure that as many Mechanicus return to the home world as possible, ensure that the Mining Complex does not fall into enemy hands, even at the cost of the Complex itself.” Vanassa stopped as she stepped beside the case with the Protoype inside of it. She tapped her fingers across a pad entering a complex code that had been kept memorized. A hiss emitted as freezing cold air was released from the case. The Prototype slowly activated, her body coiled up tightly as eyes began to glow bright. Slowly but surely she unwound out from the box her rifle coming to her hands as her vision flickered between different viewing modes. “Unit Medusa ready for combat Master.”

Vanassa nodded and turned away heading back towards the front of the formation. The perfectly lined up, perfectly uniformed, in sync formation. The Medusa unit’s directives flashed in front of her eyes and she shot off down a dimly lit corridor. The slithering metal body quickly disappearing into the shadows. Vanassa stared at the formation long, and hard. “We await orders from the Graven Brothers on where they wish us to set up defensive positions. At ease.” The entire formation immediately put their weapons at their sides, standing with a single hand behind their backs. They didn’t move though only continued to stare forward.