Coordination with the ground forces had been utterly lost in the chaos of the skirmish, and thus Abelain was left without any significant coordinates to land his forces. Despite that seemingly significant setback, the Arue'tii found that his launch had not been delayed in the slightest. He would simply aim the gunships towards the highest concentration of enemy combatants that could be located upon scanners. Only a few seconds passed before another area began to broadcast it's alert, and thus give the supersoldiers their next target. The flying metal cages dove out of the maw of the Paladin's hangar, and immediately made contact with the icy cold of space. Aboard one of the many dropships sat the Sith Knight, calm and quiet amid the sea of excitement generated by the Hammer.
The ships soared through the atmosphere with remarkable speed, and soon their exteriors began to glow a hue of red, signifying their excessive speed. They circled over the area of disturbance as though they were vultures drawn to the scent of fleshly killed carrion. The first dropship landed with a harsh thud, and began to spray a thick layer of smoke around itself to conceal the men exiting the craft. They formed a perimeter, and took notice of the sounds of battle not far from their position. It seemed as though a nearby compound was being assailed by hostile forces, and the Hammer soldiers were eager to test their metal against that of their foes. Only around fifty of the supersoldiers landed in the same vicinity as the Arue'tii, the others dispersing towards other areas of importance to help reinforce them.
Smoke floated around daintily above Abelain's head, and he was reminded of the fires that he used to keep himself warm. It seemed as though the skirmish; although short, had paid a hearty price in the blood of friend and foe, and yet it had not found conclusion. He would gladly provide a thorough ending to the story, but first he needed to locate the threat. A deep sniff of the air flooded his senses with the iron sensation of spilled blood, and with a forced march, he began his walk to them.
Strangely enough, it seemed as though one of them held only a minuscule amount of the crimson substance within his form. He considered briefly that it might be a new species, but it's blood was familiar. The idea of a fully converted cyborg never reached his mind. Curiosity and duty led him closer.