After a very strange incident when they were jumping forward, specifically when the different helmed Black Templar convinced a planetary governor that he was a missive of great importance three thousand years before his crusade came to this section of the galaxy, Mable had managed to get them back into the governor's mansion during the time they were familiar with. Surprising two Black Templars that immediately raised and locked onto them with bolters, before lowering their weapons as the castellan came out of door they had landed beside, Mable and Sindarion were ordered to stand… and had an even stranger interaction with the Angel of Death who looked to them.
"You bring the doomsday weapon and the Eldar artefact?"
"Uh… two doomsday weapons, actually. Eldar artefact was just the bait to get us there." Mable explained, putting her hand on the lid so that the liquid inside didn't spill out of the ornate glass. Blinking at her, and then looking to his warrior that had changed helmets, Castellan Malcevisor would assist his fellow space marine to his feet.
"Tiring day, Brother Sindarion?"
"An electric pulse discharges after every jump. I lose servo control, temporarily. Apologies, castellan." The suave vox-caster seamlessly explained… and although the castellan did not blush, he did halt in consideration as his fellow Astarte got to his feet. "I apologize for my change of helmets as well. Mine was damaged by Genestealers."
"At this point, all of our dishonor will be consumed by the very same creatures to give us it. Come, both of you. Your timing is impeccable. The Ordo Xenos has surrounded Redmane and Ulvos after their return from the Mechanicus Manufactory." Castellan Malcevisor told them… and as Mable glanced to the one she had almost delayed by trying to hunt down the Primarchs for, Sindarion would speak bluntly.
"Let us not delay, then."
"Uh, before we go, can we seal this properly? I've been holding it shut, but I don't think I'm as graceful as the harlequin who gave us it." Mable asked, spouting what was clearly heresy to the Astartes leader, who would calm himself as his warrior produced the second cataclysm-causing superweapon in the same room. Gesturing to the two Black Templars that were standing at attention, remaining dead silent in her presence, the pair would step up and stow their bolters away as their castellan gave them orders.
"Take these two to the other vault, that the champion is guarding. It pains me to think I now have a room filled with seven heretical artefacts and I am not destroying them all, but… I suppose our fate is sealed."
"Have things gotten that bad?"
"The city has perhaps one day left, Brother Sindarion." Malcevisor informed them both… and as Mable gently passed off the delicate glass to the one who used his ceramite gauntlet to keep the lid closed, she would begin to feel panic as he spoke. "I'll inform you on the way… but we are running out of time."
Being told only terrible news, of how the Tyranids had managed to complete their ramps and were now invading the middle hive, Mable would be distracted as they flew over the hive city to a nearby spire only a bridge away from the Governor's Mansion. Seeing what was a stand-off between forty guardsmen clad in black and Ulvos who stood in front of Redmane, who was trying to unhook what appeared to be a gray and black alien… craft, from a different Thunderhawk, Mable felt a sense of unease as they rested on the nearby spire. Seeing in the distance gargoyle Tyranids flying in the middle-spire, and the millions strong swarm beginning their invasion of the middle hive where billions of mundane, unarmed humans were about to be slain, Mable would be the first out of the Thunderhawk, flanked by Sindarion and Malcevisor.
As a man turned to them, Mable realized weapons were shifting to them – and aiming at her specifically. Standing in the way of their weaponry, Sindarion and Malcevisor would ignore the demands of the guard that, when they stood and towered over, cowered slightly backwards.
"S-sir, by order of the Ordo Xenos, we cannot allow this alien ship any closer to the population centers! You have to understand that-"
"Guardsman. Stand down." Malcevisor ordered. "You are fulfilling your duty, just as I must fulfil mine. Now, leave here, pray, or find a better target that might actually be affected by the las-gun you hold."
The guardsman did not say anything as he dodged out of the way of the Angel of Death… and although Mable felt bad for the man who was going to fail in his duties, she doubted that he would be executed when their entire world was about to die. Nodding as she passed the man, the concave of las-guns still trailing them, but not… feeling particularly threatened, Mable was escorted to Ulvos and the busy Redmane.
"How went your adventure?" Ulvos conversationally asked her as they watched Redmane taking a pair of wire-cutters to what appeared to be a metal skeleton in the cockpit of the dual-crescent alien ship that laid on the spire's rooftop they had landed on.
"Perhaps not as exciting as yours. What is that?" Mable asked, Redmane letting out a maddened 'aha!' as they met once more.
"This!" Redmane cried in success, before lifting the metal skeleton that did not appear to have any legs, but a mass of wires from its lower half, out of the cockpit. "This was a Necron Immortal – one of their best warriors! And this… is his Night Shroud void-craft!"
"It reminds me of a scorpion." Sindarion called… and as Ulvos and Redmane stared at the one who spoke for the first time to them in ten hours, the inquisitor would carry on, ignoring the change in the warrior's vox-caster.
"This is a Necron spacecraft, which we believe you'll be able to not just fly, but take with you through time, Mable!" Redmane cheered, and as Mable blinked, she would… feel obligated to ask her following question out of concern.
"Why?"
"Why?" Redmane repeated, before jumping down from the front of the machine and nearly slipping on the Necron 'Immortal' that laid dead on the ground. "Fuck. Don't you mean, 'how?'"
"No, I mean, why do you think I can take it back in time with me? I'm only able to bring things connected to me… or maybe just living things, and what's immediately on their person."
"We attempted to bring a Jetbike with us. It did not work." Sindarion stated… and as the woman nodded, the inquisitor still smiling with a maddened glee, Mable would be alerted of the difference between Necron and human technology.
"Yes, but a Jetbike isn't alive! This thing? This thing is!" Redmane stated, before pulling out the power sword of Sergeant Lakay, activating it with a practiced flourish, before cutting into the cockpit she stood beside. Watching in horror as the sword caught, then shattered into a billion fragments, Mable would scream in anger as Redmane ignored her protest, and looked at the clear wedge she made in the metal of the machine… that slowly began to knit itself back together. "See? Good as-"
Redmane, for all her insight, did not expect to be tackled.
"Mable, are you calm?" Ulvos asked as she still tried to kick Redmane to death. Not having been able to think straight as she had been pulled off of Redmane after a mere five seconds of taking her rage out on the idiot, Mable yelled at the woman.
"That wasn't yours! You didn't have a right to break it! What is wrong with you?! Lakay died and entrusted me with that! You broke it! WHY?!" Mable screamed in anger… and as she quit trying to fight the far stronger space marine, she would collapse to the ground… and just hold her face in her hands.
"When was the last time she ate?" Redmane would quietly ask everyone aside from the one in question, cradling her arm but speaking in a level tone, regardless of if it was broken or not. Ignoring her words still, the inquisitor would chastise the Black Templars around her. "You've fed her before she rescued me, correct?"
"No." Ulvos stated… glancing towards the one who had curled into a ball and wept into her arms, too ashamed to show her face as she grieved for someone who had called her good. "She… has not seemed hungry."
"Humans can live without food for days, you idiot. She might be a weird Necron-hybrid, but she's still human. Someone get her a fucking ration bar." Redmane ordered… and as she conveyed understanding, it was clear her placating tone was so that she could get more use out of the girl helping them. "Mable… I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was yours… and I wanted to show you that the craft was-"
"I don't care." Mable whispered… and looked up at the woman who had only caused her more trouble. Standing up, feeling the burning tears run down her face, Mable would ignore the looks she received… as she went to the spaceship that they were wanting her to fly to the moon. "You're just here to destroy things anyways. What am I supposed to do?"
Being stared at for a moment in silence by the Astartes and the Inquisitor, Mable would just feel rage as they ignored her… and, when she was about to scream at them again, she would hear the woman sigh, and get up.
"We want you to go back in time, land on the dark side of the moon, and find out what the Emperor of Mankind put on there."
Blinking at such a statement, Mable… would slowly put her jaw back up, and trip over the inactive machine-man that would activate at her touch. Startling her greatly as the metal hand tried to grab and likely strangle her, Mable would scream in true panic as Sindarion, Ulvos, and Malcevisor all reacted simultaneously to stomp and shoot the Necron far faster than they had to pull Redmane and her apart. Watching the very one-sided man-on-machine violence as Redmane casually walked up to her… putting a hand on her shoulder as she smiled… with an unjustifiable composure.
"See? I knew you could do it."
Standing on the edge of the spire, Mable eating her dried ration while she was overseen by Ulvos… a thought came to her as she heard the activation of one of the alien artefacts release an instant sound of unified joy, hate, and primal rage across the entire planet. Having been unsure what a 'Waaaaaagh-Caller' had been, Mable still couldn't say for sure what the device was as the Tyranids, suddenly retreated away from the middle hive… but still, a thought pervaded her as she shook the goosebumps she felt at the pulse-wave the inquisitor's device had used buy them time.
Redmane had been lying to her, or had known more than she had let on. She had lied about the Maelstrom Grenade, which she had promised to have hours left on the timer, when in fact it had only been a few minutes. Not only that, the passphrase she had given them had been a way to coax a 'Chaos-Marine' out of the warp, who called for Redmane by name… and sure, it had led the unknown entity into an ambush, but it still hadn't been what was promised. Now, having returned with a different item that was busy being analyzed by several servitors while other artefacts were being used to buy them more time so they could rest and learn how to pilot the Night Shroud, Mable… felt apprehensive, trusting the woman who seemed to be an agent of destruction. Glancing to her guardian in this moment, and remembering his first interaction with Redmane… a question popped into her mind.
"Ulvos." Mable called, the helmetless space marine that had assigned himself to watch her while Sindarion painted his new helmet reacting to her voice.
"Mable." The Sword Brother returned evenly.
"What did Redmane tell you, the moment you met her?"
"What?"
"She whispered something into your helmet, when we boarded the Thunderhawk. What was it?"
The man paused.
Silence.
He didn't want to answer.
"She wanted to thank me for saving her." He eventually breathed.
"Liar." Mable stated, not even needing time to dismiss such words. "Redmane doesn't thank anyone. What did she say to you?"
The Angel of Death stared at her. The silence dragged on. He wasn't going to tell her.
"Did you know that the Emperor of Mankind had walked on Hisperia?" Mable asked Ulvos, distracting him from her original question with one any Astarte would find interesting.
"I did not… although Redmane had told me how he walked on the moon, and hid something there."
"She mentioned the space time continuity during our original debrief about it too. What do you think she meant by that?"
"I don't know." Ulvos stated… and as she nodded… Mable… would think for a moment before speaking.
"I… tried to meet him."
A pause of reflection… and then a curious question.
"The Emperor?"
"Yes." Mable admitted… smiling sadly at the thought. "We met a person who had seen him, eleven thousand years ago, walking around and giving them instructions to build this city. So, I tried to go back when he was there… but I couldn't. There was a wall, or something… that stopped me from reaching him. I… really had hoped that if I could beg him, he could have saved me… or all of us."
"He is our salvation." Ulvos evenly stated… and as Mable nodded to the words that sounded so much like the lie he had just given her about Redmane… she would speak honestly… and heretically.
"I don't think he is anymore."
"Why not?"
"Because, I think that would be too easy."
"Too easy?"
"It's too easy to die, and say after the fact that the Emperor will save them. Our souls, our… everything. It all belongs to him, but… the more I think about it, the people who invoke his name are just causing more problems. I'm… not doing anything here for him, and… I could leave, now, and let everyone die, and just… live in the past." Mable stated… and then looked into the eyes of someone who wouldn't be able to stop her from leaving if she had really wanted to… and in those eyes, she saw that he too recognized what she was saying was the truth. "I… I'm only here because I want to help… but there really isn't a reason for me to do so, is there?"
"No." Ulvos stated bluntly. "If I were you, I would have left the moment a unit of Black Templars came to investigate me. Instead, you stood your ground, and continued to fight in Spire Lorthanx… and I have asked myself every time you return, why is it that you decided to come back?"
"My family…" Mable started… but as she glanced back to the middle hive that was being abandoned by the Tyranids, she… would feel dissatisfied with her answer. "Is what I'd like to say… but they abandoned me first. Maybe… the idea of my family, then? If… if I don't fight here, then… they'd definitely die… and so long as I don't know whether they're alive or not, then… I'm obligated to be here."
"I see… so, as long as you don't look for them, they're alive?"
"Yeah." Mable whispered… feeling as though that logic was in a 'time-bubble,' or whatever Redmane had called it when Sindarion had confronted her on the nanomachine superweapon. "The moment I find out they're dead… I won't have a reason to fight anymore."
"I see." Ulvos stated… and then nodded his head in understanding to her motivation. "Well… were you an Astartes, I'd be disappointed in your resolve… but the fact you have come this far with such a shallow reasoning fills me with respect for the humans that fight without the ability of jumping through time."
"What?" Mable asked, not… seeing the correlation. Hearing the space marine join her at the ledge, Mable would make room as the Black Templar looked down at those beneath them… and the human tanks that were beginning to come out of hiding and pursue the Tyranids, trying to cause as much death in their numbers before the alien artefact failed.
"Many of those men fighting are pure conscripts, being told to fight – the only motivation they have being the threat of death if they fail in a duty forced upon them. In such a dire circumstance, they have to choose between the chance of death against the enemies that will kill everyone they know anyways, or the guaranteed death that comes with a commissar's gun. None of them even have the chance to run away like you, and by the time they acclimate to their new environment, they'll look and judge those who run away from the conscription as traitors. Even I was not given the choice to be an Astarte. I was forced into it, like so many others… but, after finding brotherhood, and a duty beyond myself, I have acclimated… and now, I look at you, a creature that does not need to acclimate… for not even time can hold you. How jealous I might be, were I still the child that was kidnapped and forced to fight to the death in a gladiator arena, rather than the Black Templar that I am."
Staring at Ulvos… and considering his words for a time, Mable would sniff hard, and tasting the foulness of the Tyranids in the air, even all the way up here at the top of the hive, she… felt angered, that things had come to this.
"I was just a miner's daughter… abandoned at an orphanage, after my mother died. I never asked for this."
"What a shame…" Ulvos smiled softly, his words breaking what was left of her human heart. "I was but a farmer's son. Were this a perfect world, we'd never have met… but this is not a perfect world, Mable."
"No. It's a world we're going to destroy." Mable knew… and as the Black Templar slowly nodded, she would question him. "Are you really okay with that?"
"Mable… the only reason you're alive is because I'm okay with that." The Angel of Death told her… and as she felt the sincerity in the man's words, she would watch as he stepped down from the ledge, and gave her an order. "Come on. We've got to see if you can get that thing in the air and land it without crashing before we send you back in time again."
The 'Tech-Marine' attached to this Black Templar Crusade had heard about her – for he did not speak, nor look at her as he worked on the alien space craft. Installing oxygen tanks into the pilot's seat, as well as clearing out wires so that she'd have a place to sit, Mable would watch in fascination as the mechadendrite-arm attached to his back bolted a safety harness for her to wear as his final modification to the alien craft. Standing then, only looking to Ulvos for a moment, the marine would wordlessly leave, his job maintaining the arms and machines of his crusade never being done it seemed.
"Alright, well, he's done I guess." Redmane narrated, her arm having to have been put into a sling after Mable had bludgeoned her in rage. "Alright, so, Mable, here's our plan. You're going to get this in the air, go back in time, and then fly to the moon."
"A-huh." Mable stated as she heard the woman repeat their plan, not enjoying the help of Sindarion and Ulvos as she was put into a 'void-suit' designed for pilots much taller than she was.
"Once you get there, you're going to get out and see what it was that the Emperor put down there. When I tried going there back… I don't know, twenty, thirty years ago, we were nearly gunned down by automatic defenses the Inquisition put there around three millennium ago. So, I really don't know what's there."
"Why did you say it could affect the time space continuum?" Mable asked, adjusting the helmet that Sindarion locked into place around her neck. Feeling better as oxygen entered her helmet, Mable would be wordlessly explained how to work the oxygen tube she'd be dealing with.
"Uh, because if you go too far back, and show up before the Emperor goes there, or if you meet him, or if you do something crazy, I might stop fucking existing. The whole reason I'm here is because those automated defenses shot the inquisitor I was training under, and allowed me to take his place. Alternatively, if you meet the Emperor, and tell him something he isn't supposed to have heard, then there's a chance we all snap out of existence."
"But if I already spoke with him back in the past, and we're all still here, that means I was supposed to meet him and speak with him, right?"
"But then you will hold partial responsibility for the state of the Imperium as it is, and be considered equal, if not more responsible for the Horus Heresy and the creation of the Arch-Enemy than the Despoiler." Sindarion said, his smooth vox-caster making her laugh after not hearing it for a few hours. Sensing the space marine did not enjoy being made light of, Mable quickly spoke to his words, rather than laugh at the vox-caster.
"But if I warned him, and then we all snap out of existence, wouldn't that mean there's a better universe out there?"
"Not necessarily." Ulvos stated, gesturing to the city below them. "If these creatures had the choice between an Imperium in constant strife, or one that is at peace, they would undoubtedly choose the latter. It can be argued the only reason we have a chance of fighting these things now is because our armies are always having to be marshalled against the Arch-Enemy."
"So… the enemy of my enemy is not my friend, but because my enemy exists, I can fight other enemies?" Redmane asked the space marine Sword Brother, who shrugged. "Huh. Didn't think of that."
"Our minds are wandering towards sin." Sindarion stated bluntly, getting everyone back on track.
"Right! Mable, after you head back, we'll hopefully have bought some more time. Currently, we're still analyzing the liquid the Eldar gave you, but I'm fairly certain its some kind of poison."
"Okay…" Mable stated… unsure how they were going to poison the entirety of the Tyranids. "How… how does that help us?"
"Well, you might not know this, but the Tyranids only create creatures when they need them. Currently, what the Waaaaaagh-Caller has done is create a psychic scream that has discombobulated their leadership on a planetary scale, and interrupted their synapse network as we just created a galaxy-wide call for the Orks to come invade us." Redmane casually explained, always seeming to get the ire of a space marine with every other sentence she aired.
"What?!" Sindarion cried in panic… and then angrily spoke. "So even if we defeat the Tyranids, we'll have to combat an Ork invasion?!"
"I mean, yeah, but… like, whatever." The Inquisitor scoffed. "You think we're the only ones at war with everyone? Those fuckers might take centuries to show up, if they even come at all. Get it together, Sindy."
"Yeah, Sindy." Mable mocked, feeling as if the space marine had an overreaction after everything they've been through so far.
"As I was saying, the Tyranids will likely have to create a super-synapse creature now, such as a Swarmlord to get their armies back to working order. If we manage to kill that, either on our own or with one of the other artefacts, we'll actually have a shot of buying time for a relief fleet to show up." The inquisitor stated… and as Mable nodded to the seeming realistic plan of victory, Mable would be given even better news. "With the Waaaaaagh-Caller being the success that it is, we're actually doing a lot of damage to them right now – including on the Mechanicus' end, who've been able to sally out towards the Mass Accelerator this past hour, which the Tyranids weren't even interested in – as to them it's just a bunch of metal and rock. The mech-boys are in the process of clearing the Accelerator up, and if we get it working, we might be able to catapult a mountain at the swarm fleet – and deploy our little friends in their bio-cloud in space."
"The nanomachines?" Mable asked, getting a thumb's up from the woman.
"Hell yeah. They're designed to turn all biomatter of a planet into a poisonous gas, which then ignites in a stratosphere, and although the bio-cloud the Tyranid hive fleet uses doesn't make a planetary-style atmosphere, it essentially drags a bubble of other gases around itself to keep their ships alive. I'm sure the nanomachines will be able to figure out how to ignite themselves – or maybe they'll just keep eating until the Tyranids get turned into soup!"
"That'd be… ironic." Mable quietly pointed out.
"Poetic, even." Redmane confirmed… and as she stared at the woman who was walking towards the Necron vehicle, Mable having only managing to lift it up before crashing softly onto the rockcrete, she would… hesitate, as she looked at the woman who seemed to be in good spirits, despite her broken arm. Adjusting the satchel that still had the servitor that would give her a year approximation, Mable… felt bad, and spoke of the personal matter she hadn't had a chance to apologize for yet.
"I'm… sorry about your arm. I wasn't thinking straight."
"Mable, it's fine. You're doing great." The woman cheerfully told her… and as she came in for a hug, Mable… let the woman embrace her. Hearing through the leather the woman's heartbeat, and… the sound of something that sounded vaguely like a song, Mable would be pushed away, and slapped on the arm by the woman's un-slung hand. "Now remember, no matter what you find in that facility, make sure to bring it back. The Emperor wouldn't have sealed it away in our little moon if he didn't expect to use it someday."
"Right." Mable nodded… and as Sindarion assisted her into the cockpit of the Night Shroud, she would blink as the machine automatically began to lower the tomb-shaped hatch. Staring at a bunch of green lines that came to life, and then showed the lifeforms with strange hieroglyphs designating possible targets… Mable hesitated as she watched the adults begin to back away from the ship. Seeing Redmane begin to make a pointing motion towards the floor, Mable would shift in her seat… and see that either she or Ulvos had put a strange spear-like object of silverish metal between the oxygen tanks and the very uncomfortable seat she was strapped herself into.
Then finding the two handles that were designed for metal hands to hold onto, Mable would feel a pain in her chest, back, and stomach as the ship reacted to the metal that had once been liquid inside of her body. Speaking to herself more so than anyone else, Mable let out a laugh as the vessel began to react to her will, more so than her physical controls.
"Alright Mister Orb. It took you a while, but you managed to give me wings. Now all I'm missing is a halo and a flaming sword and you'll have truly made me a Living Saint… so… thank you. Now, I don't know if this will work, but… Mister Night Shroud, if you can hear me and are sentient too – I'd like you to know that I'll forgive you if we crash immediately and die."
Coming to a hover, and then, closing her eyes as she smirked, Mable would hear the hum of the machine around her… and then, hidden between it, the low-hum of the universe that awaited her to grab onto it. Hoping desperately that the strange sense of wrapping time around herself and the machine would truly carry the ship with her, Mable released her grasp and shot to the distant past.
It was weird, learning how to fly… but thanks to the Night Shroud's seeming unintelligent will wanting to fly, Mable would lean back in her seat as she continued to shoot towards the moon. Holding the servitor in her chest as it continued to tell her that they were in the millennium of 'M-29,' Mable would close her eyes as the Night Shroud continued to hum its way towards the void outside of their planet.
Surprised by how much information was in front of her, the alien glyph-based language drawing her attention to distant unknown objects both in the planet that they could see, as well as on the moon, Mable would think back on what she had spoken of with Ulvos… about her objectives, as well as the warning she had been given about the space time continuum.
Mable hadn't been able to meet the Emperor… and although she didn't believe that he would save them, even if he was a god as she had been told growing up, she still sensed that he could do something. Believing him now to be more akin to a living man after their talk with the stranger she had spoken with briefly, Mable still felt that if she managed to at least leave a message, the 'Emperor of Mankind' would help his fellow man. Having been told that interacting with the entity could vastly alter their current time-line, Mable couldn't help but feel the world of Hisperia was doomed regardless – and that once the Tyranids ate the planet, no humans would ever come back to the world. Their fate already sealed, Mable had to do what she thought was best… and putting her faith in the Emperor had gotten her this far, so why stop now?
So, if he was a god, maybe he'd manifest a miracle for them after smiting her for failing to remain a pure human. If he was a man that had created the galaxy-spanning Imperium, then he surely could spare something, or maneuver a galaxy-conquering device that might be able to help them against these aliens. Regardless of if she had become some alien-human-hybrid, Mable was going to use the life Mister Orb had given her to fight against the aliens that he had wanted to destroy as much as she had… and hopefully, the Emperor in his infinite wisdom, could ignore this one section of her existence to help the humans of Hisperia.
Having to make three separate jumps to find the location to go back in time before it was there, Mable used a quarter of her oxygen and thirteen hours of her tired existence just to get out and do her first moon walk. Trying not to look up to the endless void as she used the spear to write within the still moon ground, Mable would hope that her message would first be seen by the Emperor himself. Having to step carefully around every letter she wrote as large and consistently as possible, sweating in her helmet and checking to ensure that the Night Shroud hadn't somehow taken off and left her in the silence of space, Mable hoped her message could be read… and when she noticed that the engine of the Night Shroud was pulsating and disturbing the moon dirt around it, she would give up and take an empty oxygen tank out into space, scratching her message she had spent far too long writing with the alien spear.
Leaving the oxygen tank and spear there, drawing a big circle around it with her heel in the loose moon dirt, Mable felt satisfied despite the rushed message. Praying that the simple message would be translatable… Mable would look upon her words, before jumping back to the Night Shroud to jump forward two thousand years.
'Hello Mister Emperor. My name is Mable. If you're reading this, then that means you're on Hisperia and the Arch-Enemy hasn't made you a god yet. I'm from about twelve-thousand years from the future. Hisperia is being eaten by psychic aliens from beyond the stars. Send help please. If not, we'll destroy the planet so they can't eat us. Thank you for everything.'
Feeling somewhat disoriented as the jump was proven successful, not seeing the tank or spear at the very least, but seeing the moon-structure that wasn't currently shooting at her a kilometer away, Mable would slowly drift the alien ship closer to the small metal compartments that that seemingly didn't possess any living humans inside – or at least ones that the Necron sensors could detect.
Hoping that her message had been taken seriously, Mable would bounce the last few meters to the outpost door… and finding them unlocked, she would hesitantly step into the doors that quickly locked behind her – before the room blasted her with oxygen as a recorded message from an unseen servitor spoke in the recorded voice of someone she knew nothing of.
"Hello. My name is Constantin Valdor, Captain-General of the Legio Custodes. Whoever you are, you have done well to come here. Inside you shall find the answers you seek, and perhaps, 'Solace.'"
Blinking at the word that had such emphasis, and then stepping further inside as she took off her helmet, Mable would listen to the continued messages of someone who sounded quite important.