The intercom blared to life.
"Right. Cabal told me to give a briefing on the upcoming rescue mission, as I've been placed in charge of this probable disaster. Anyone not otherwise occupied is to report to the armory. "

Chiasaur clicked off the transmitter. Well, that was done. Now all that was left was breaking the news to the troops there would be no looting, and minimal Xeno killing this operation if the plan worked at all. Well, there was a reason he'd already secured a few battlesuits. And most of the tanks. If one learned anything in the guard, it was how to survive friendly fire.