I was driving the nimble Mongoose across the dunes of Sandtrap, catching some sweet hang-time on every slope. My friend was riding brokeback wielding his trusty rocket launcher, he never put that thing down. As we rounded the corner of an old mysterious ruin an enemy Banshee ambushed us. As I attempted to evade its dreaded plasma fire my friend turned to face our foe head on. The latest UNSC budget cuts may have damned us. Regardless, my squad mate fired and landed a direct hit. It was because of his actions that I'm here to tell the tale.