As I, a new and faithful addition to the growing number of skilled soldiers, or guardians, edged cautiously through the derelict courtyard looking for my new fire team member a hunter by trade, the heavy sun beamed down upon the bare, orange floor. It was, I am sure now, one of the most peaceful yet eerie moments in my entire career and yet I look back and laugh upon times when peace was so easily acquired. Those brief seconds of tranquillity were however disturbed by a sudden mass of movement away to my left. I slid into the nearest cover which happened to be a crumbling road blockade with unwanted weeds blocking my view and braced myself for a tough fight. The 'enemies' that approached next had me laughing with hysteria at what I thought would be my grisly end. Rats. Rats specially adapted to the brutal atmospheric conditions native to Mars. Soon after I had recovered, my sanity returned and jumped to the conclusion that they were running from something. That something suddenly came erupting out the side of a building. A single Cabal warrior that must have been on guard heard my laughing and I was now on the other end, the wrong end rather, of his aged, metallic yet beautiful rifle. This time my number really was up. Or so I thought. I was preparing for the bullet to pierce my fragile body when the glint of an obviously much bigger rifle with a much bigger bullet tore the warriors’ helmet right off leaving a large hole revealing its brains spilling from it, sickening me. I looked back up to the glint to see a hunter offering me a quick salute. I took a minute to reflect the horror and beauty of my novice days.