The going was slow and tense, but eventually they made it out of the growth and into the clearing surrounding the gate. There was a MALP as expected sitting off to the side, but before he dialed Atlantis, he poked around the clearing. There were no obvious paths, not even a game trail. The settlement must purposely ensure as little trace of them as possible was left in the woods. And as the forest was too thick for darts to fly out of the gate, all culling had to be on foot or darts deployed from a hive in orbit. Quite clever of them actually, ensured their casualties were minimal or at least far between.

"We will have to be careful and walk back along the trail we made" he said, sitting his stick down against the DHD.