This is the intro to the story A Lost Cause. Please let me know how you all like it. __________________ I shuffled forward, rough cloth shielding me from the sand and wind, my boots pushing aside the red sand of Mars. The metal safe house where I had camped out for the past few days was just ahead, well hidden amidst the sand and rock. [i]You could just teleport there, you know.[/i] I silently shake my head, dislodging some sand from my goggles. "Not now, me." I say out loud, my voice muffled against the sand-proof hood that shields my face. I finally reach my destination, quickly tapping in the code to activate the doors with gloved fingers. They whir open, sand ghosting down. The old lights flicker on as I enter, and I remove my sweat stained goggles. I collapse into a metal chair. "Rest. I love it." I say to myself, pulling off my hood. My house is a simple place. The room where I now sit is nothing more than a couple of boxes of rusted tools, and this chair. My room is seperated from this one by another door, and that contains a bed, a desk with paper and pen, and a nearly broken dresser drawer. I also have a kitchen, if one can count a sink and a rough firepit as a kitchen. Adjacent to the kitchen is- A loud clang echoes from my room. I throw off my cloak and approach the door, right hand slipping over a metal knife; I used to have an Arc one, but that's gone now. I glide over the floor, my steps barely making any sound. I tug the knife from my waistband. A loud grunt emits from within, and a scowl etches itself across my face. A Cabal. Fourth one this month. I peek in, to see the legionaire poking around my personal belongings; the beast is facing away from me. I creep up on the intruder, unable to stop that old grin playing across my face. "That bra is not going to fit on you, motherfuсker." I whisper as I slit the legionaire's throat, and blood leaks from its neck. The thing's death is silent. The dragging of the body isn't.