It's been weeks since my initial teleport into the sewers, the time has come to restock. I land in the sewers again and climb a nearby manhole. I shake my head at the risk I'm about to take. I activate an old gold base radio frequency on my tac-pad. "If anyone is reading me on this channel, I need help. These are my coordinates." I sigh, sit down in a meditative position, lay my plasma sword across my lap and wait. (Open to only members of the original gold base crew, you know who you are)