The terrain felt strange under my boots. The rocks were...slightly spongy. But they wouldn't hinder me. The Queen wanted these Wolves dead, and I wasn't about to abandon the mission because of some squishy rocks. My glowing cape blew a little in the breeze. Breeze? There is no wind in space. A sound accompanied the stirring air; the sound of a Fallen dropship breaking into orbit. The Wolves were here. I quickly crouched and my invisibility activated, hiding my glowhoo. I pulled my rifle out, my beautiful Ice Breaker. Propped it on a rock. The Wolves were out and milling around now, three dregs, three vandals, one Major. Looked like a Captain. Inhale, exhale. Three times my finger squeezed the trigger; three shots rang out, and six Wolves fell, the dregs taken out by the exploding vandals. My camo deactivated. I stood, in plain sight, and put away my gun. The Captain roared at me, and charged, firing his cannon. My teeth gleamed, and the arc light danced around my body as I pulled out two wicked blades. The last thing these Wolves will taste will be the cold metal of my knives down their throat.