Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-1524575-20170111071838/@comment-26355186-20170314131329

A few seconds after Scythe's Ghost (who needs a proper name) sent out the call, Bad Mother's comms sputtered to life.

"Party Crashers? Bad Mother? Who is this and who are you trying to reach?"

"Sanctus, where and when are we?", Fenrir asked his Ghost as his vision readjusted itself to see the new enviroment. In response, Sanctus' shell opened up to release a series of blue flashes, illuminating the surrounding area down to every last rock and leaf.

"The density of the jungle would imply Venus, but none of the vegetation matches known records of Venus' nature. Looking at the general geography, I'd say we're still on Mercury, sometime during the Golden Age."

"Excellent." Giving his sword a few testing swings, Fenrir began to cut through the jungle, clearing a way towards the Gatelord and the Fireteam.

(I'm back. As you Bravo residents might know, I've been very, very sick. I apologise about not telling you eariler.)