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(Ye coward! Flee at the scene of a pirate. Arr?)

The Ghost knew that Avgust's condition was gradually improving with the effort it gave to keep his internals, internal--and sew back together the flesh and the skin on the exterior of his lower torso and shoulder. The bleeding had gradually decreased, as the wound eventually dried up--sure signs of a healing wound; the process might have been helped by the intense cold of Europa, as his injury seemed to be kept fresh and clean from infection. But the Ghost still had reason to be concerned as to the condition of the Vanguard; as the Titan brought his Pike to a halt at least two kilometers away from where the relay station was at.

Raising his fist, he motioned for the rest of the Guardians to stop--as he then explained his reasons to stop: "We stop and dismount here, if anything that is dark is inhabiting the relay station ahead--they will hear or see our approach easily on Pikes or Sparrows. From here, we are on foot--scout out the relay station first from range, before proceeding."

Dismounting his damaged Pike, the vehicle finally fell apart; the stabilizers completely unhinged from the vehicle--and the fuel completely run dry. However, the Lieutenant left tell-tale signs of his presence; red blood which ran onto the body-rest of the Pike stained the cushions; as he landed on the ground, a few drops of blood from his gut still hit the ground. Not as big as the one found on the Pike; but still visible, as the ice-treads on his greaves also left a distinguished pattern in the snow. Raising his scout rifle, the Vanguard lead the way slowly towards the relay station; the blood trail becoming thinner and thinner every meter or so.