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Scythe materialized a few feet off the ground on a ledge in the abyss. The impact was enough to wake him up, but now he was separated from the fireteam, and trapped. "Ghost, are those clowns jamming Fallen frequencies, too?"

< Hmm. Let's see... Nope, I'm getting a little Exile chatter about these clowns. Now what? >

"Now we hijack their frequency to talk to my ship." the Hunter explained between checking for broken ribs.

< Calling up our ship in 3... 2... 1. > In a matter of minutes, Scythe's cloaked Jumpship was hovering over the crevice.