"Almost to position of your coordinates," says the battle brother in his cockpit. He make's gauge arrangement's and a silent prayer to the machine spirit as he follows his brother's below. the carnage would soon be upon them. and as a brother it was his duty to fight from the skies the enemies of his order. Yes soon, it would be time to war and take on the foes from the sky and the earth. may the machine god protect and the emperor of man watch over me. As he flies into the distance.