The newbies search the Valkyrie, and only find broken lasguns, and a few rusted autoguns.
Vross helps Ulkar to the half-track, almost carrying him there, as the survivor has a pretty bad limp on him.
"Seneca, there's nothing here. We should get back to the convoy, I bet they're missing us." Dariel said, emerging from the cockpit of the downed Valk, brushing fallen rust from his armor. Just as he said that, Vross clambered out of the hatch of his half-track.
"Seneca! The convoy needs us, there's been an attack!" Vross shouted, before dropping back inside and strapping himself in.
"Heh, I knew it." Dariel said, as he jogged back to his track.
On the way out of the ravine, and looked at Ulkar.
"What you said back there, son, what did you mean 'no hives on Argan IV'?" Seneca asked after studying the troopers face for a moment.
"Well, that's where we are, isn't it? I mean, I'm pretty sure there were no deserts, but, that's where we are." Ulkar said, a look of worry growing upon his face.
"No. We aren't. We're on a desert world called Ragenta. Why did you think we're on Argan IV?" Seneca said, trying to hide his emotions about that place.
"That's where the 23rd was posted. The 5 trench corps had just made a breakthrough into the city, and my Valkyrie company was supposed to be giving air support to their advance. I was on the left door gun, looking for a good target when there was a loud thunderclap, and the next thing I knew, you were standing over me, in that ravine." He said honestly.
Seneca just stared at him blankly, before turning back and facing forward.
Phantom heard the conversation, and frowned. He remembered all to well what happened on that day.