Dust swept the burning hot surface of mars, as the sun glinted off the metallic shine of a Guardians shoulder plate. Murdock trudged through the thick sands and made his way up toward the ruins of an old decrepit facility, a shadow of its former magnificence. “Hagart, get me a reading on this place, there is something bad here, I can feel it…” Murdock said in a thick Scottish accent, passed down through his family. Another armoured man stepped out from behind Murdock, he flitted around the facility, his mask bleeping in sync with Murdock’s’ sensors. “Murdock, I’m getting readings from the other side, they’re approaching I have – oh cra-” His voice was cut off from the inter-com A squeal from within the facility took Murdock’s attention and he flipped the barrel of his Duke Mk.44 to face the frame of a small door. As he approached he could hear the all too familiar clinking of Cabal boots against the concrete floor inside, but as he approached the door, a blast sent him flying back. Ears ringing, he stumbled to his feet and sent a couple of shots into the burning door-way. He dropped into cover, spotting the crushed head of his companion, crumpled on the floor. “Requesting support, all fire-teams in the immediate area, please respond!” Clink – Clink – Clink… Murdock backed up against a pillar, facing the surface of mars, dune after dune of rotting cities and buildings. He turned all too late, however, and the last thing he saw, was the bottom of a Cabals boot. The Cabal laughed menacingly, and turned to his men, he squealed like a child-” Glass shattered as a large blue explosion decapitated the Cabal, and gunshots blasted the rest from their feet. Several Fire-teams crashed over the dune, barrels blasting glorious honour.