Each of the lighters carried ten men with their weapons, and several servo-skulls – or at least devices that looked enough like servo-skulls. They would split up – some deploying at ruins or landmarks Allaneans found to be suspicious, others at locations pointed out by Inquisitor Tsagos or Captain Enkara. They would fan out, their weapons held ready, their helmet cameras relaying what they saw, the servo-skulls maintaining a perimeter around them.
On the field with the lead squad was Sabrina Tomes, clad like them in light powered armor. Over the armor she wore a long cape, and leaning on the staff which was a mark of her office as much as a weapon. Her helmet had incorporated a feature most men did not need – an aetherometer, a device that displayed to her the ebbs and flows of the fields around her. It was, at this point, of little use – so strong were the emanations of the warp around her. She ended up adjusting it constantly to make up for the interference. Those who listened to her vox feed could hear frequent oaths – blasted thing – as the mage adjusted her equipment.