I was in old Russia running a routine scan for Dead Orbit when a freak hail storm rolled in. Balls of ice as large as my fists came down in torrents, battering my energy shields and slowing their recharge. So I sprinted towards a nearby cave mouth and made my way into the dim area to watch the ice fall and wait out the storm. A short time later 3 Vandals scurried frantically into my cave shelter, with their arms covering their bowed heads, hoping to escape the hail. In their haste, they did not see me. A grim smile slowly formed beneath my helmet and my clenched fist began to crackle with dancing waves of electricity...