The crunch of sticks and leaves beneath the wheels of the Delta ATV didn't echo very far beyond Styles's immediate position, the dense jungle offered excellent sound suppression. Styles had chosen to go 'off-roading' with the ATV, and shut off the auto-pilot function of the ATV. SPD had carved roadway through the jungle to the Zenith's crash site, and it was far too obvious of a travel route, and would be monitored. He had been cruising for close to a half an hour when the terrain suddenly shifted. Styles didn't have much time to react as the jungle suddenly gave way to the scorched crash site, the ATV rode up the wall of the crater created by the Zenith and Morgana's Revenge.

"WHOA!" Shouted Styles as the ATV came to the peek of the crater's rim, and launched off of it directly down into the turned soil bellow.

The ATV splashed down in a large mud hole, rain had filled the floor of the crater, making the ground spongy and difficult to travel across, even on the ATV. At first the ATV would struggle to get going again, causing Styles to question the superiority of SPD technology. Though after kicking up a stream of mud across Styles's uniform, the ATV found it's grip and rocketed away from the mudhole. The Judgement Scanner connected to the ATV displayed: 'Terrain Compensation Complete' as Styles zoomed across the mud and water.

BZZZAP! BZAP! BZAP!

Three beams of light crossed in front of Styles, causing him to jerk the handle bars to the right, shifting the ATV toward Morgana's Revenge, and toward the shots fired. It all happened so fast that Styles hadn't taken note of the colors of those shots.

As he squared up on the source of the firing, he could clearly see a massive group of humanoids wearing gray helmets that had red visors, and black tracksuits, all pinstriped with Yellow, Blue, Green, and Pink. The ones that stood out though, were the ones wearing the same gray helmets, but were dressed in all red tracksuits. Each carried in their right hand a short blade that had been merged with a laser blaster. These must be the SPD infused Troobians.

"Thanks for the warning shots!" Styles Shouted pulling the triggers mounted on both sides of the handle bars.

A hail storm yellow blaster fire erupted from the cannon barrels that were mounted on the front of the ATV, while they were fixed in position, the concussive strength of the blasts would stun targets that had not been directly struck. Above and beyond that this blaster frequency had been set to disrupt SPD ranger technology, meaning these Troobians were toast.

The cannons pelted these Troobians, cutting a corridor through their ranks. These tuned blasts struck the Troobians, sending them flying into the air where they would shatter into shimmering shards of their ranger color. Styles rode through the crowd of them, there had to be more than fifty of them gathered here, each divided up into their respective ranger teams, even though these were clearly single minded grunts. Styles didn't have to wonder why so many had been ordered to the crash site, as he arrived at the rear of this platoon of Troobian grunts, he discovered the twisted remains of one of these Troobians laying on the ground just outside of the wreckage of Morgana's Revenge.

Styles banked away from the body, blasting his way through the now fractured horde. He did observe though, that this Troobian wasn't like the others. This Troobian appeared to have an elongated head with several bone-like spikes poking through it's scaly purple flesh. It was dressed in a tracksuit as well, but it was all black. Styles didn't have time to think about it, the Troobians were taking aim again.

Styles quickly noticed that the Troobians didn't follow him, they simply reformed into a circle around the purple headed Troobian. Seeing this, Styles slowed to a stop, and still the Troobians didn't fire. They instead all turned in unison to face the dead body.

"What?" Asked Styles. "What are they doing?"

The Troobians dressed in Red, once sure that Styles wasn't coming back around for another pass, began to push their way into the center of the circle. From Styles's perspective he couldn't see what was happening. He stood up on the ATV thinking he would have a better view, but at the distance he was from the group, there was no chance to see down to the ground where the body laid.

Suddenly these Ranger infused Troobians began to dissolve, as though they were dust blowing in the wind. This dust began to glow in gold as it peeled off of the Troobian's bodies toward the center of the circle where the Red Troobians had gone toward. The legion of them disappeared into this fine, glowing dust, in a matter of seconds. With the group gone, Styles could see where the dust was going, straight into the fallen, purple headed Troobian.

"They were ordered to sacrifice themselves, that's why they didn't keep firing.." Styles stated feeling his chest begin to tighten up with fear.

There was a long pause after the last of the gold Troobian dust filled the purple Troobian before the body began to twitch. The muffled sound of bones snapping could be heard, even as far away as Styles was within this massive crater. These snapping noises were soon joined by a gurgling sound as the reconstituted monster vomited up golden ooze that dribbled down the sides of it's upturned, and agape mouth.

"I'm not sticking around to find out what happens next…" Styles muttered under his breath as he re-engaged the self driving feature of the Delta ATV and sped away.

The embankment of the crater made it difficult for Styles to climb out of the crater, for a short distance he was forced to ride the angular walls of the crater until he built up enough momentum to launch himself out over the craggy rim of the crater.

Coming down the outer wall of the crater, a large cloud of dust hurtling along in his wake, Styles discovered the transport ship that the Troobians had used to travel to the crash site. It appeared to be a medium sized, elongated vessel with a large rotating ring at it's rear, and a cramped space for 50 Troobians to make planetfall. Strangely, it was colored silver, featuring marker lights, impulse thrusters, and blow off vents all glowing in a shade of hot rod pink. The vessel even included the Troobian Authority's symbol, a stylized humanoid skull, with two menacing hands grabbing a swirling galaxy, glowing hot rod pink as well.

"I've been out in the open too long, the Troobians likely know that someone has left the bunker by now… I'll bring-Who am I kidding, there's no team…" Styles spoke with a very defeated tone, as he pressed on, leaving the transport ship behind.

The day was beginning to run long, Epplei, the star that warms Mirinoi had painted the skies above Styles in an array of oranges and purples, the sun was setting, and Styles still hadn't reached the Lookout.

The headlight of the ATV automatically came to life, illuminating the dense jungle that he faced ahead. He raised his right arm this time, instead of ducking under the leaves. The vegetation of Mirinoi was much like Earth's South American jungles, tropical plants with thick hides, and trees that basked in the humidity below their canopy. As such, the leaves and branches they grew from, gently bumped against Styles's forearm, and rode up over the top of his head. He could feel the incline of the mountain, and Styles could plainly see on the Jundgement Scanner's mapping screen, that he had ascended the foothills.

"EEEEEEYAAAAAAK-EK-EK-KIIIIG!" A powerful, and blood curdling shriek tore through the jungle, the source seemed to be back in the crater.

Styles didn't come to a stop, he continued up the incline, and only looked down to the crater on the mapping screen.

"I hope whatever Montanile sent me up here for can put an end to that creature." He muttered to himself before looking up toward the path ahead, hearing a waterfall roaring ahead. "A waterfall, up in a mountain range? How is that possible?" He whispered to himself, trying to remember if in all of his days on SPD transports, if he'd seen some kind of high elevation water source. "It makes no sense." He added, as once again, the jungle peeled away, revealing a ledge overlooking the plunge down a waterfall that could easily exceed seventy stories in it's height.

The mist generated by the crashing water masked the bottom of the waterfall, and Styles could easily tell that this ledge was possibly a little higher than midway of this enormous waterfall. But even seeing this natural wonder boggled Styles's mind, he simply couldn't fathom where this water was coming from.