The door crashes outwards, slamming down to create a small set of stairs. There is no sound since the air was flushed, only vibration. Metal dust drifts into the air, settling slower in the low gravity. The interior is dark and lights are quickly turned inward to push back the blackness.
A hallway extends to the left and the right, signs of structural damage from heavy las weaponry strikes all around. The floor feels firm under foot and the weapon team takes position while two heavy infantry move inside and sweep the hallways. A few seconds later both return, lasguns resting against the shoulders.
"No threats, Lord Captain," one replies, the helment to helment vox transmission touched with hints of static.
There is a louder burst of pure static and then Dominic comes out of the cockpick. His void suit had to be specially crafted to accomidate his twin mechanical arms. The tech priests had managed to craft it such that it sealed with the machinary at his shoulders. It was effective but it give the unsettling impression that he was walking about bare armed in the void.
Dominic reports that vox communication with the Valkryie has been completely compromised by the interference of the moon. However, the wreck seems to have stronger equipment since it's salvation becon was picked up from orbit. He wants to take a few men and go access this vessel's communications systems so he can restablish vox communications.
