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The rain and the winds, whipping ferociously against the chopper, had been vital in wiping away what remained of Tian-Gui's lethargy. Most of it was gone by the time he had heard of the specifics of a mission, and now, his heart beat with valor and excitement. A search and rescue mission whilst in the middle of a storm? THIS was the sort of Psyker work he was interested in, the sort of stories he followed on the news with ardent attention. With a nod to the Lieutenant, the tall Striker took in a breath and...

...leapt off.

A blue bolt streaked through the storm-scarred sky, lightning converging upon his form, sparkling off the amulet wrapped around his wrist. As the world slowed around him, each individual drop of rain illuminated by the crack of lightning, all Tian-Gui could hear was the sound of his own breathing. His own breathing, and the roar of the world.

[b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJ0I9LQ2EOA]“Final Red…”[/url][/b]

Crossing his arms, Tian-Gui ran his psychic power through his Armament, a golden light flashing as identification was confirmed. His right hand thrust to grab the fiery power of the red sun, and his left hand reached out to draw upon the might of the earth’s magma core. A stream of golden energy coursed through his body, as real and powerful as the blood that flowed through his veins, before it covered his form entirely.

[color=ed1c24][b]“TRANSFORM!”[/b][/color]

Straight red lines shot through the golden haze, while brilliant white burst from the back. Within the convalescing Armanent, twin orbs of burning blue flashed with righteousness and courage. And then, like the thunder that followed after lightning, the roar of a lion resounded through the minds of all that watched the transformation, before the veil was lifted.

Lightning struck, flaring up the image of a golden monolith, a hero of justice that made the power of the storm his own. Somersaulting down onto the off-shore rig, he landed with a burst of flame and a boom to match the roar of thunder. Static electricity snapped off his white man, as Tian-Gui slowly stood up from his dynamic arrival, his azure gaze sweeping around his immediate surroundings, ready to take on any Invader not cowed by such entrance.

Retrospectively, maybe the Lieutenant would yell at him for that, but hell, Strikers gotta vanguard. No point in being what he is without being the first on the rig, right?