Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25728469-20150811220039/@comment-26355186-20150812071606

(Very nice! Very nice indeed! )

Thraxx was lying in mud. He hated mud. Not because of the reason so many other Hunters hated it; their clothes gets dirty by it. Thraxx hated it because it was impossible to line up a sniper rifle shot when you lie in it. And he had been in the mud for three days now. Three days since he had landed on Titan, three days since he had gotten orders from the Vanguard to go there. And after three days he had not found anything but a bunch of shot-down Skiffs, the corpse of a Fallen Captain who might have been a Baron (Thraxx had looted the corpse), and the sealed entrance to some old, possibly Golden Age, underground bunker. He had tried to open it, but it had remained sealed. Now, Thraxx had decided to go after the Cabal. Either they knew how to open the gate, or he would just steal a Projection Rifle and blow the gate open. However, what he saw when he finally reached the top of the damned muddy cliff he had been crawling on, was not Cabal. Three jumpships, placed in the shape of a triangle. No Guardians could be seen around the ships though, so they were either away doing whatever mission they were supposed to do, or they were inside them. Thraxx hoped for the latter.