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(My vote is for the smaller strike force. Maybe 1 -2 Walkers? Less to kill, but more fun.)

The Javelin landed in a crevice in the ice fields a little over a kilometer from the relay station. Scythe's modified Pike was transmatted to the ground, and he looked it over. It had been stolen during one of his patrols on the Moon, when a Dreg had stopped for a quick nap that turned into a dirtnap. The saddlebags he had made himself, making leather from the skin of a Centurion. His Ghost had hastily repainted it with white distemper, to better blend in with the snow.

He drew his shock blade, a trophy taken from the first Captain he had killed, ironically with Graviton ESM. He pressed a button on the hilt, and the blade crackled to life. "Luke, I am your father." With that, he mounted the Pike, and sped off towards the relay.