Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20141024183423/@comment-25932172-20150102023955

In the five hours that predated the meeting, Arxus had been surveying the Stalker's base for any supplies that he might have been able to "liberate" from him. He didn't find much, apart from a few scrap parts that weren't even worthy of usage. "He must have been on Europa for a long time." Arxus would have noted to himself, product of a curious mind.

Arriving at the meeting point, Arxus trudged out into two feet of snow, casually releasing the clip latch to reload his scout rifle. He had expended nearly a full magizine back in the Cosmodrone and hadn't reloaded since. He hadn't needed to. The empty clip dropped down and stuck into the snow bank right below him. Finishing his reload, Arxus heaved the rifle over his shoulder, and let his opposing hand drop to his flank.