As Elyas straps into the large projectile about to be shot straight into the ground, he suppresses the shudder that always sneaks up on him. He doesn't mind dying in battle. In fact, any other death would be a disgrace. What Elyas fears most is a death entirely out of his control. Falling to the venom of a Hive Tyrant after blowing its brain out is one thing, but if there is the slightest flaw in the pod's construction, they would either be incinerated by the atmosphere or smeared across the ground like an Ork under a Baneblade. All Elyas can do is pray to the Emperor for safe passage.

After preparations are complete, he responds to the bridge "This is Mission Leader Elyas speaking. We are ready to launch."