Frost woke up in a ship, and the door was wide open. He couldn't find his gun anywhere and humbly left a note saying "Thanks for saving my life, screw you for taking my gun." He then exited the ship and into the warm, rocky surface. Clouds of ash billowed from giant volcanoes and into the atmosphere. Blue magma flowed from these volcanoes and cracks in the ground also spewed with the hot liquid rock, or whatever it was. Frost saw a giant spire of tech soaring into the clouds, lightning sparking off of it and onto it at times. Frost headed in the direction of a cluster of buildings that seamed to scream "Hey! Look over here!" He thought he may find something of use there. Maybe a radio... or food... Anyway. After rummaging through some piles of scrap metal and broken devices, he heard the echoing boom of a skiff entering orbit. He looked outside and saw a skiff deploy more of these "Fallen" ,as he overheard they were called in the Guardian's ship. These looked different though. For one, they had light blue armor instead of grey. And secondly, one of them was smaller, very smaller. And it had longer hair, and scrappier armor. He deduced it was a female and noted not to attack. I mean, the only reason he fought before was to help someone not die. He further kept in mind to only fight in self defense. And besides, not all Fallen are...bad.. are they? He followed the scavenging group closely, careful not to make any noise. They eventually split into smaller teams, which was inconvenient for Frosty. He didn't feel like picking favorites so he found a nice, warm rock to nap on. It was the first time he slept without having a nightmare. And besides, he needed all the rest he could get, for a decently sized rough time awaited him in his present future... wait... is that good grammar? Enjoy, or dont enjoy. Either way, buy some popcorn and enjoy the show.