Red dust whispered underfoot. Each step raising small clouds, dancing lazily in the dim light of the Martian sun The old spaceport loomed ahead. Bulkheads torn away by storms and scavengers, left only a shell, like skeletal remains of some giant beast from a forgotten age An aura of foreboding hung thick in the air, as if ghosts of millennia past clung to the silence I glanced at my Data Bracer, gauging the radiation levels caused by Mars' magnetic fields. The levels climbed steadily, as the station grew larger in my HUD. My Combat Suit was coping, but time was against us "Lets make this quick" I said. The two guardians behind me nodded, gazes scanning the old station. "Looks like a damn Turtles nest", the Titan growled through the com. The Warlock chuckled, "You think everything on this rock is a Turtles nest, Bishop" "That's because every time I so much as take a piss on this planet, some Hatchling Cabal, tries to make me his Right of Passage. Flaming Turtles. Flaming planet", he grumbled Jade glanced at her data readings. "Well the signal is coming from that structure, and its not Cabali" "Preliminary scouting reports don't show any Turtle activity in the area, but stay salty just the same", I said. "Don't have to tell me twice!", Bishop boomed. He hefted his Spitfire machine-gun from his shoulder, taking point as we moved forward The station entrance leered like a gaping maw. Bishop stalked up the steps, snapping the safety off his cannon as he reached the entrance Jade checked her Cyber-Venom pistol, and followed Bishop into the gloom. "Here we go again" I whispered, as I released my Recon Ghost into the darkness and followed my team into the Station's resentful shadows.......... ........"Flaming Turtles"