"I have my best men out there, we're doing everything we can in our power to make things go as smoothly as possible." Cabot stated, assuring the last two colonists on the ship, they'd refused to leave with the rest onto the main evac ship. Hyde marched down toward the bridge, Laz in his arms- the pale man looked extremely weak and traumatized. Hyde let him down onto the ground, Cabot and the two colonists stared at the two infront of them.

"And so? Where is she?! Where is my little girl?!" The woman screamed. Ðorde stared at them, disappointed.

"I regret to inform you that she did not-"

Thwack

The woman snarled at the Lazarus man, slapping him across the face.

"Useless bastard! Did you even try?!"

Hyde charged at the woman, pinning her against the wall.

"Fuckin' listen lady, he did his fuckin' damnedest- you wanna try goin' up against one of those fuckin' monsters alone? Be my FUCKIN' GUEST."

"Hyde, stand down. That's an order. Now." Cabot glared, arms crossed. Hyde narrowed his eye, dropping the woman, the man stared at Hyde, his face pale and frightened. The woman too, she was teary-eyed and scared.

Hyde stormed down the hallway, Laz stood like a statue, his eyes empty of emotion.

"My condolences, you two, we'll have you sent for pickup from an evac ship passing by." Cabot nodded. "Lazarus."

"Ah, hm..?" Ðorde looked up at Cabot, unenthusiastically, his hands locking together.

"You did everything you could, this wasn't your fault."

"Mm. I realise that."

"Alright, good. Dismissed, then. Go enjoy your evening, stay strong." Cabot nodded, his hand raised dismissively.

"...They were talking about dropping a squad in tonight, double check the area, search for survivors."

Laz walked in on Abe and Griffin, mid conversation. He looked at them, exhausted.

"There are no more in the village." He grumbled.

"Oh, shit, Laz are you alright? Da-haamn man, you look like shit." Abe said, concern on his face.

"If they are sending a squad down, I'd like to go down there. I must recover my chest-piece, we left in a hurry."

"Dude, hate to break it to you, but you kinda fucked your own jetpack. I mean, unless we got spares, which I don' think we have-"

"I'll borrow. Who planned this?"

"Well uh.. Parnell, man..."

Ðorde nodded, running off down the hallway to Parnell's quarters. He passed Hyde along the way, stopping in his tracks.

"You, with me, now!" Laz insisted, grabbing and pulling at Hyde's arm

"Bloody hell, calm down Laz, what's the matter?" He grunted, eyebrow raised.

"We must speak to Mr. Parnell, we are going down there tonight, no questions, just, gah, with me, now!" Laz persisted.

Hyde frowned, shrugging. "Alright, fuckin' 'ell..."

The two arrived outside of Parnell's quarters, the Lazarus man slamming his fist repeatedly on the metal door, until James finally opened up.

"Uh, good evening, guys. What's up?" Parnell asked, eyebrows raised in curiousity.

"Laz 'ere wants us two to go down there tonight, if you're still considerin' it." Hyde blurted. Parnell stared at the two for a brief moment, tilting his head.

He opened his mouth to respond, but words wouldn't come out for a few seconds.

...

"Really now..." He grumbled. "Where did you hear about this?"

"Abraham and Griffin were discussing such things." Ðorde stated.

Parnell rubbed his forehead, sighing. "Right... Abe's got a mouth on him..." He rolled his eyes, looking at the two once more. "...Alright, fine. You'll be geared up properly this time, honestly, I think it was a pretty dumb idea for you guys not to go down there suited up adequately."

"English, please." Hyde grunted.

"We'll send you down with your flamethrower and whatnot."

"Oh, good, that's what I like t'fuckin' 'ear."

"Lazarus... Considering the fact that you're so eager to drop down there, I'm assuming you have a squad in mind?" Parnell looked at Laz, his arms folded. Laz stopped, thinking for a moment.

"Mr. Hallsey, Mr. Hyde, and the robot."

Parnell nodded. "Alright. We planned to send the squad down in around forty minutes or so. Go get your gear, inform the others."

The minutes passed, as the team set up for a night shift on Shear. Laz and Hyde were idling around in the ship's lounge room, waiting for their drop.

"Uh, guys?" Caira peered through the doorway. "It's kinda late, what are you uh... Doing?". Dorde stood up, arms folded.

"Ah, Caira, I was wondering where you might be. I'd like to borrow your jetpack, if that is alright with you."

Caira looked at Laz, suspicious. "And... Why might that be...?" She slipped into the lounge room, eyeing the two.

"Cause a monster fucked his last one." Hyde grunted, yawning.

"Aaaand.. You're going back down there. Tonight." She said, staring.

"In about ten, yeah."

"You're both exhausted..."

"Been worse."

"Anyway, Caira. It would be possible, would it not?" Lazarus asked her, a little impatient.

She looked at him, rolling her eyes. "Sure, just, try not to trash it.". Ðorde smiled, nodding. "Wonderful. Then we are set to go. I am sure Mr. Hallsey and the robot are waiting for us, now." The Lazarus man skipped off. Hyde grumbled, yawning again as he dragged his weight and followed, Caira stopping him in his tracks. He looked down at her, his eye narrowing.

"What?"

"Uh... Be careful, 'kay?"

"Yeah yeah. Quit your blubbin'."

"Hyde, I mean it. The team needs you..."

Hyde sighed, rolling his eye.

"Stop being a soft-arse, Caira. It's just a bloody recon op."

Caira grabbed Hyde, clinging to him, hugging him. "I really really mean it, be careful."

He grumbled, pushing her away. "I will, fuckin' hell, can you stop doing shit like this when there's people 'round? If you're making this a thing, I don't want people knowin'." He cleared his throat, raising a hand as he strode down the hallway after Laz.