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Sauron looked up, hearing what sounded like...

"A Sparrow engine?"

He got up, pulling a veritable antique from his bag: A USCMC Motion Scanner. He ran out into the night, knowing that whoever was out there wouldn't survive the night.

"Whatever's out there, it's outside our sensors, but this thing will still pick up most live-"

-BADWEE-

-BADWEE-

-BADWEE-

-BEE-BEE-BEE-BEEEEEE-

"We got a live one out here!"

Sauron pulled a comatose Warlock and his Ghost into the cave.

"Get him to the medical room, stat."

Sauron rushed ahead as Chorrin and Arxus, who had been on guard duty, ferried the new arrival to their makeshift infirmary. Inside, on a cot, with Ether drips running into its damaged helmet, was the Fallen who Chorrin had tried to execute. The Hunter paused, shocked that his shot, which he believed had disintergrated the Fallen's head, had not outrightly killed the alien.

Sauron bustled past, checking the feed lines on the alien's IVs and setting up a saline and blood plasma feed on the Warlock.

"Well, don't just stand there! Hand me that knife you're so fond of, or just cut off that- (Here, the medic pointed to a burnt section of the cloth of the Warlock's robes, which had fused to the skin.) yourself!"

"And next time you try to 'back-of the-head' a Fallen, make sure his helmet's off first. Besides, we need him alive, for information and possibly negotiations."