>Be Fessus

>Walking along these Dusty Ass Caverns with the Crew and Blood Ravens

>Been walking with all this heavy ass gear for what seems like forever with no end in sight (mostly because there’s barely anything in sight, it’s dark as shit down here)

>Want to engage in my favorite hobby: complaining

>But can’t because I don’t want to give the Magpie boys second thoughts about taking us along.

>Internalstruggle.innerscreech

>Keep going along

>See random pink goop smeared along a section of the floor

>Lloyd, with more Bravado than brains can decides to find out what it is or what it means by STEPPING ON IT!

>Suddenly, shitty ass half destroyed ground breaks beneath Lloyd and he falls through

>Good News, He survives with nothing more than a few bruises, the pack absorbed most of the fall.

>Better News, He found our traitor,

>Bad News, he found out by landing on top of him, which certainly got his attention.

>Fire some Hotshot And Plasma rounds at him to get his attention, off of the moaning Figure of Lloyd (big baby, walk it off), completely With Phil shouting about how he was a traitorous faggot and unworthy of the armor he wore

>Seriously does he just spend his free time writing all these speeches for later?

>Wow it actually does more than that, I can actually see the songs marks where I hit him, although Marcus misses his plasma shot when a Bolt round almost takes off his head.

>Thankfully he had all but forgotten about Lloyd who, in an act of what was either bravery or stupidity, throws a flash bang right in front of his face.

>I had no clue how well it would work, but it seemed to work well enough for the Magpies to jump down through the Hole (narrowly missing landing on Lloyd)

>The Traitor books it with the Bomb still on his back and the Force commander with tactical squad hot on his tail

>It is then I start wondering some real important questions

>like “How Volatile are cyclonic torpedos?”