“Gift horse or not, I don’t like it. It gives these things a chance to split us up, drop us into the jaws of some other alien killing machine.” Thebes sniffed, staying where he was. A cargo bot idly nudged into his back until he gently pushed it away.

“The alternative is hiking through another dark forest. And, judging by the distance still to go, more obstacles after that. Together, we’re one of the most effective combat systems in the galaxy, but how much more can we really take? We’ve already lost one of our own, barely made it out of that marshy valley alive.” 595 reasoned.

The Agent lowered her weapon and edged further out, turning to look at the large winged creature who was studying Rareth with some interest. She cleared her throat, unsure how to address the voice. It wasn’t clear whether it was inhabiting the beast before them, or was coming in from afar. “Do we have your word, that you will transport us safely, and together?”

[i]”These ones will transport you safely. We must meet as soon as possible.”[/i] The voice replied.

“If i may...with the comms mast now working, we could request they spawn in flyers for us to use instead?” Dr Wetherall ventured. “You can fit two of the Barbarossa’s slimmest utility models onto our four by four slate at a time. This means we could have enough seats for everyone in a couple hours…”

[i]”No external signalling. It is forbidden.”[/i] The voice clamoured. 595 tapped the opaque alloy of her visor with two fingers and looked at Rareth. The weaker elements of the team were running out of steam - they needed to resolve this mission ASAP. “Ok. We’ll ride with these creatures. How do you want us?”

[i]“Stand on the ledge. These ones will grasp you like prey.”[/i] 595 looked back at the Sacred Band and scientists. “Saddle up - that’s an order. Someone have the cargo bots follow along behind.”