Once they had traveled a fair distance, the Rhino came to a halt. Its engines switched off, and the rear exit ramp opened. John was the first one out, and once he had cleared the tank he immediately pulled his helmet off and vomited in the bushes. He'd been holding it in ever since the warboss struck him, and as a result a good deal of it was blood. Tarkus followed him out, limping slightly as the wound in his leg acted up. He too pulled his helmet off, relishing in the fresh air over the recycled stuff he'd been breathing. The driver's hatch on the Rhino cranked open, and a figure heaved itself out. Tarkus turned to face him, and thank him for his assistance, when he froze. The figure that stood before him was a woman in a dirty, torn blue suit. Her blond hair was matted and hung around her face. Her left arm was obviously injured, judging by the way she held it, and her right leg was bandaged with bloody scraps of fabric. John joined him, his helmet back in place.
"And who would you be?" Tarkus asked.
"My name is Samus Aran," she said. Her voice was strong, despite her haggard looks, "And I need you help."
Yikes! Sorry guys. This one took a while. But trust me, the time was well spent. As you see, the final player in this has been revealed! Now we can really get down to business.