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While the Vandal engineers were busy building a better prosthetic, Orkrim thought back about what had happened since he had arrived on Europa.

Most importantly, of course, he had lost his left leg to the schrapnel launcher of a Fallen Baron, Phoron, which ironically was now his prosthetic. He was forced to fight hordes of Darkness spawn. The only enemy yet to appear on this ice-covered moon was the Cabal. God forbid the day they appear as well, Orkrim thought to himself.

This wasn't anything Orkrim would do on a normal mission. He was a skilled marksman, and the Vanguard would regularly send him on assassination missions and take out high-profile targets. Sure, those missions almost always involved taking out a good number of enemies, but this was far above the usual level.

Orkrim's line of thought was interrupted by his Ghost. "The dropship is receiving a transmission," he said. "We're getting reinforcement. It's... A member of the Vanguard? That can't be right." "Why not?" Orkrim responded. "Look at the mess we're in. We could use a member of the Vanguard here." He then said over the comm channel, "Arxus, Breonn. We're getting some extra help. A member of the Vanguard is coming to join us."