They were joined by the rest, save for Damien, who just rolled his jet out of the hangar. The group stood there for a bit, the silence that had settled the comms just about having time to get awkward, when the whole roof above them peeled away, revealing a large dropship with several slots in the bottom. As it lowered, mechanical arms reached out, grabbing each Guardian and lifting them up into place. "Going to Hanover. ETA, 5 minutes." The voice of their pilot rang through the comms.