It's tough out here. Between the bugs, the heat, and the random ambushes, we don't get much sleep. My best friend and I shipped straight out here from Mars. She's buried over there, by the tree.
-Unknown CoCP soldier on De Finibus, March 4th, 2175 CE
BULLETS TORE THROUGH the Hunter Guard behind Royce as he dove to the side, covering his head. His ears rang over the deafening sound. The ground popped and sizzled as hundreds of tiny metal slugs flew overhead, piercing the other Hunter Guard's armor while Teth hobbled out of the way, one of his arms electrified.
Royce couldn't see any sign of Norse; he must have bolted. The gunfire stopped, and Royce looked up, his wounded arm aching fiercely. Both Hunter Guards were dead, blood and armor cluttered together in a crimson mess. Absently, Roy
