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Xor walked calmly forward, past the Fallen that glanced around for intruders almost a meter away. He didn't stop to even glance at the Dregs, they wouldn't stop them. To them, he wasn't there. He smiled under his helmet at the perfection that was his camoflauge. The old Rustburner armor was tattered and worn, but the ancient fabric was perfect for modivications, in his case, cutting edge stealth tech.

He strolled right past them, the light ant matter bending around him as if he were an anti-black hole. Once past the patrol of Vandals, Xor drew his knife, approaching the lone Dreg that had strayed into the previously empty Wolf den.

Its back was turned.

Surprise, Xor thought as he wrapped one arm around the Dregs head, keeping it from making a sound as he drove his blade into the soft material around the Fallen's neck. He grimaced at the whisper of sound that eminated from the body as the Ether leaked out of the dead Dreg's suit.

He dragged the body to a corner, pulling a few useful bits and bobs off of the alien soldier before turning to his goal, two large objects covered in tarps.