Martellus grit his teeth but followed after him in a few moments. he walked with a heavy foot now as he tilted his head at the statement of what they were after. The transport was no Rhino (METAL BOXES!) but it would be a good choice when assaulting a defended position. He looked over the machine for a few moments before deciding to find a place he could sit in it. He would fly it, but that would require them to fit his bulk.

"What kind of technology? I have strictures on what technology I would be interested in."

He had loosened up to some degree since coming here, since the line between Xeno, corrupt, and pure technology was blurry here. But the Techmarine considered loyalty to the Emperor more important than loyalty to the cult of machines.