Red sands churn and swirl as a solitary Hunter approaches his destination. He’s been trudging through the dunes, avoiding the gargantuan Cabal where he can and fighting when he must. His destination? A forgotten, ruined building that was once called the Joyeuse Center for Advancement, one of the greatest research centers on Mars. Although there has been a few probing attempts to find anything of value, no one has explored the lower underground levels. And if the Hunter’s assumption was correct, then ancient, forgotten technology was within reach. And with that came riches and a place among the most famous of Guardians. As he reaches the crest of the next dune, he sees it. His target. But there was something else. He wasn’t alone, as a squad of three other Guardians had already made it to the entrance, and they had attracted a small squad of Cabal. This wouldn’t be a problem except that these were obviously powerful Cabal, boasting large shields and quite a bit of firepower. Dammit. He had been hoping to make the journey alone, add to the bravery of the exploit. But extra company wouldn’t hurt. He lines up his rifle sight. Two Titans and a Warlock, not bad for an excursion. Bet they’re not too equipped for ranged fighting though. He hefts his sniper rifle. It’s one of his favorites, he found it on a dungeon run with a few of his friends. He loved the name too: “Gungnir”, the mythical spear of Odin that never misses its target. Well, let’s see if it can live up to that name. He looks through the sight. Six Cabal, all of their backs turned. His crosshairs settle on the leader. His finger tightens on the trigger. A smile crosses over the Hunter’s face. “I love this job.”