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(Sauron: To be clear, I fully suppport you as of now, but Varrus conciders Sauron a coward and a traitor for reasons I shouldn't have to explain.)

Varrus walked down the hall to the med bay, mostly bored and slightly concerned. The hanger next to his was unusually active, a number of fallen with a large crane moving what appeared to be Scyhte's jumpship to enact repairs. He wondered what it meant. Was theasus back from luna? If so, then why only one jumpship, and in such poor condition?

As the giant paced into the medbay, he was faced with a sight that changed his tone from bored to serious in a heartbeat. There lay two of his fellow guardians; Sara curled up crying and unresponsive, and Arxus, laying down, wracked with obvious pain. But most suprising of all was the odd figure sitting next to them. On a ancient worn-out leather recliner, sipping a cup of tea, sat the exo that, not a few days prior, had staged a munity and blown his own brains out.

For all the thoughts and qustions swirling around in his mind, the only words Varrus could manage were: "What the hell?"