[b]Dayonis Station[/b] The fetid maw of a Legionnaire loomed out of the darkness. Before it could make a sound or draw its shield, the Titan thrust his knife between its four spiked “teeth” and silenced it. For the hundredth time, he cursed whatever had beaten humanity into submission and allowed their colonies to fall to these alien scum. Above all, he cursed the overwhelming Cabal presence that necessitated stealth. How was he supposed to locate some defensive artifact from Mars without firing a gun? This should have been a Hunter’s job. With that thought the Titan emerged from the rusted industrial structure and was greeted by orange dunes littered with decomposing structures and encroaching shrub life. As he crept into the open expanse, the unmistakable bellow of a Centurion split the air. Through a shimmering heat wave, the Titan could see the colossal behemoth backed by several Legionnaires. He ran. A dilapidated structure materialized ahead of the sprinting Titan. DAYONIS STATION. That was good. He knew stations, and this one might offer weapons, a ship, and a place to hide. A heavily-armored squad of Cabal in hot pursuit, the Titan sprinted down a walkway. Just as he reached the innards of the building, it lit up with an ethereal aqua glow and a droning hum rocked the structure. He knew he was screwed – a Cabal dropship carried enough firepower to level the entire station. Suddenly a metallic tube screamed towards the Titan. He hurled himself sideways as the contraption launched itself out the entrance and toward the alien troop, pulverizing them. A melodic voice announced, “Train A has docked at Dayonis Station. Enjoy your stay.” The Traveler must be with him today. The Titan realized he’d discovered some relic of human travel, a potential gain for the Guardians of the Last City.