A calm but not empty cosmodrome. Dregs are inspecting guardian tracks. Shanks guarding the flank. Vandals keeping an eye out for threats. A gentle breeze catchs the leaves of the trees and with it brings... a car horn? *intro of running with the devil by van halen starts* I fly threw the air on my sparrow unloading my hand cannon into the faces of every 4 eyed alien i see. *(I'm runninnnnn owwwwww) Runnin with the devil!* A far more calm cosmodrome is left in my wake, as the music fades into the distance. Eddys sweet sweet solo ringin out