The strike team died two days ago. Somehow we endured, trapped here in the catacomb tunnels of a cabal base. My light is fading. I don't have enough strength to fly, let alone heal my gardian. We are lost to the traveler, I feel we will never see the light again. We lay here, behind a baracade of dead cabal bodies that have pilled up over the past few days. We ran out of bullets yesterday, since then my gardian has used his fists alone to survive. We have killed so many, the cabal are afraid of my gardian's fists. Their commander has arrived, valus maul will never back down from a fist fight. This is the end. No being in the galaxy can defeat maul with his bare hands, not even lord shaxx, the greatest of all strikers. I cannot feel my gardian anymore. Maul has ended him. My own light fades, I will soon be gone