As my ship flies off into the distance, its thrusters echoing the sounds this great city once heard, the thought of being alone on this journey settles in. My usual companions cannot accompany me on this fight, nor can they know I am here. I cannot risk losing another team to the [i]filth[/i] that is the Cabal. I am here for revenge, a revenge that I must have alone. I am back at the abandoned station where my last run with the armored giants nearly took my life…. and claimed that of my men. The silence of this place speaks a prelude to an ambush. An ambush that feels all too familiar. My subconscious dredges up the memories of that long forgotten day. [i]Laying down suppressive fire from my rifle atop the iron X like structure, I was knocked unconscious and buried by the rubble of a rocket blast from one of the shielded cowards. Woken by my ghost, from what seemed like days but had been just hours passed, I was received with the sight of what remained of fire team Six. [/i] Fire team Six was the first team to which I had been assigned command. How could I have been so careless! How could I have positioned us so poorly! How could I have let… these thoughts cannot claim me once more, not now; in this moment it is crucial that my mind remain sharp. A low rumbling growl spills from the interior of the station, and accompanying it, the dim light within makes it clear that soon I will no longer be alone. Momentarily, the beasts will emerge to discover what it is that has cracked the silence of their buried city. Here I stand, eyes down sight, waiting to greet them with a vengeance.