Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20141024183423/@comment-5735114-20141227154540

"Pfft, you're on your own," mocks Shadow 55-70, as his Ghost Transmats him to his ship, which was waiting for him on the surface.

Having relocated to relative safety, the Exo felt he could breathe easy. Taking another look at the note, he found some rather small markings at the bottom.

"Oh, those are coordinates," says Shadow's Ghost, who'd been looking over his shoulder. "We're going to Europa!"