Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150630204932/@comment-24306135-20150708024537

Sauron re-holstered the cutter, lifting a tribarreled SWS rifle, built for shipboard combat. Kicking the magnesium lights of his salvage rig into gear, the Ranger scanned the corridor ahead of them. Suddenly, he realized that Zand's ping was further away than anticipated. It seemed that the Hunter, presumably a novice at space-drop insertions, had landed far away from the group. No matter. They'd meet up eventually. Sauron kept moving, keying his commlink as he checked compartment after compartment.

"Alright, I want closed-comm only. We don't know if anything's here, and if it's got radio, we don't want it hearing us. Nevermore, I want instant upload of all your local scans of this thing. Minimize and display on all HUDs."



Sauron pulled out his motion tracker, locking the stock of his rifle into his suit's recoil armature. The team progressed, with Varrus and Sara moving their rifles randomly about, obviously nervous.

Suddenly, a soft ba-dwee echoed through the team comm relay.

Sauron raised his fist, halting the column.

Scythe and Baryos stepped out from the doorway in front of the team, who relaxed as the other two Guardians slid into line.

Nevermore broke the silence.



A burst of frantic alien language washed through the Guardians' comm systems.



The channel filled with static, then returned.

The radio filled with screaming, then the sound of tearing flesh. Then, there was only silence.