(Scout's POV)

So, there I was. Just walking through the forest, enjoying the sights.

"Ah.. So nice out today! Perfect to get one's mind off things."

Then, I heard the snapping of a twig behind me. As I spun around, I saw a quick flash of purple dash behind a nearby tree. I immediately pulled out my Edition 2 Modified Glock 17.

"Probably a fallen."

I began to slowly walk through the trees, as the figure dashed into me.

...

"jeez.. what the hell..?"

As my ears stopped ringing, I could finally see what ran into me.

"who the hell is this?"

It was some mechanical-esque humanoid with a purple glow, a hat, and two guns strapped to its arms..

"This doesn't look like anything I've seen before.."

"Maybe I should take it back to camp.. We should get a closer look."

(in camp, i don't know what to put here- port)

This place is still uneasy. I don't know what it is. The two incredibly powerful titans that don't want to kill anyone of the group that's captured them, one of them completely unaware of what he did to one of our best, Medic's constant aura that nobody wants to see her in, Sledger not even having a goddamn personality and having no need to eat or sleep.. and.. an- and the surplus of d- dea-... nevermind.

I was walking through the semi-building that's Medic's workspace when I was jumpscared by the tired and deep voice of Fallen King.

"so, who's that?"

As I ignored him, Fallen Swordmaster woke up and fell over. He had been 'accidentally' blinded by Medic in an experiment. He was fully blind, but his eyesight would come back, slowly, apparently.

"ow"

I watched in.. suppressed amazement as Fallen King very slowly steadied him and held him close.
You'd think that the leaders of a major group that had, not limited to, deafened Ranger, mortally wounded Rocketeer, and obliterated Soldier's legs from the inside out wouldn't be so.. gentle and caring with each other.

But not now, I told myself. I need to get this.. thing to the expert.

(later)

"So, you say this thing ran into you in the Border Forest?"

"Yes."

Medic was grilling me about where I found it, how I found it, and when I found it. She had brought Commander to study and try to figure out what it is.

I noticed a small tag on the inside of his hat, so I checked it out.

"'Belongs to Trickshot, Forth of The Guilty. If you take this hat, I will track you down and kill you. -Trickshot (also, Netzz, if Brenn takes my hat again, tell him: "he's coming.")'."

Instantly the figure who I could assume was 'Trickshot' snapped up and pointed one of his guns at me and the other at Commander.

"Who in the name of Whitespace's subconcious just said that cursed name? 'It causes nothing but suffering to the person that once beared it and it shall be said no more.'"

His singular eye adjusted, like the focus of a camera. Instantly, he lowered his weapons and started breaking down.

"oh no... crap crap crap. that wasn't a dream. it happened. he did it. he did it. he did it. he did i-"

His head snapped back like something had short-circuited, and he didn't say anything else.

He quietly muttered 'proph.. et..' and shut down.