On the outskirts of Base 42, near the Peruvian border in Colombia, a fierce clash consumed a battered town. The TLL fought with desperate resolve to seize control of a critical rail hub that could tip the balance of the conflict. Chaos engulfed the streets—gunfire crackled like a relentless storm, while explosions sent violent tremors rippling through the ground. The acrid scent of cordite clung to the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood and burning debris.

Logan, a TLL engineer, stood at the center of the storm inside his mech, a hulking machine of steel and circuitry. Its metallic frame bore the scars of battle, yet it moved with mechanical precision, raining suppressive fire on advancing waves of Umbrìo cartel fighters. The mech's weapons roared, their cadence steady and unyielding, as Logan struggled to shield his comrades against the onslaught.

Beyond the mech, TLL operatives fought with a brutal mix of skill and desperation. They darted through the war-torn streets, their movements deliberate, rifles barking as they engaged the cartel in close combat. Each soldier carried the weight of the mission—and their own survival—on their shoulders, the clamor of shouted commands and desperate breaths punctuating the frenzied battle. But Logan's thoughts drifted, his focus tethered to something far more personal than the firefight.

Inside the cockpit, his helmeted gaze lingered on the screen in front of him. The final moments of Qasim's bodycam footage flickered across the display, a stark reminder of the price of their mission. The timestamp blinked—a frozen monument to the last seconds of his closest friend's life.

The footage showed Qasim and his squad breaching Base 42's sanctum with the ruthless efficiency that had made them legends. Their target, the Archbishop of Lucifer, had been eliminated. But the cost of victory was too great. Qasim's exosuit failed under the weight of his injuries, flames licking hungrily at its shattered frame. His weak voice crackled over the comms, each word a painful effort. The final frame froze—fire consuming Qasim as his body fell limp, swallowed by the inferno.

Logan's hands trembled on the mech's controls. Rage and grief clashed within him, threatening to boil over. With a guttural roar, he slammed his fists down, the force cracking the delicate systems. Sparks erupted, and for a moment, the mech faltered, shuddering before reinitializing.

"Damn it!" Logan's voice was raw, his anguish reverberating through the cockpit. "Qasim... you didn't deserve this."

The battlefield outside blurred into the background, a distant cacophony as Logan fought to steady his breathing. He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as resolve took shape from the storm of emotions. "You'll be avenged," he vowed, his voice low but firm. "I swear it."

He realigned the mech's systems, unleashing a renewed barrage of firepower. Each shot was fueled by his grief, his determination burning as fiercely as the battlefield itself.

From the ranks of the cartel emerged a new threat: a towering figure whose presence froze the TLL operatives mid-step. The man's imposing frame radiated menace, his muscular form clad in reinforced armor that seemed impervious to the carnage around him. In each hand, he carried a scythe—massive weapons gleaming with an unnatural sharpness. His deliberate movements conveyed a chilling confidence, and his gaze locked onto Logan with an intensity that sent a shiver down the engineer's spine.

Logan fired a volley of rockets, the projectiles screaming through the air before exploding against the operative's riot shield. The fiery blasts lit up the battlefield, but the man barely flinched, advancing with a slow, methodical stride. Each step seemed to mock the mech's firepower, as though its might was nothing more than an inconvenience.

"What... is this?" Logan muttered, disbelief creeping into his voice as the enemy drew closer.

The operative stopped just short of the mech's reach, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Call me Santiago," he snarled, his tone carrying both contempt and a quiet promise of destruction. Without hesitation, his twin scythes tore through the mech's thick armor with terrifying ease, sparks flying with every devastating strike.

Logan's composure cracked. He pushed the controls to their limits, desperate to fight back. But Santiago's movements were unrelenting, each swing of his scythes a calculated blow that brought the mech closer to collapse.

Suddenly, a thunderous impact rocked the battlefield. A shell detonated against Santiago's shoulder, flames engulfing his armor. He staggered, his advance momentarily halted. Logan's eyes darted to the source—a sleek TLL patrol craft descending with precision, its weapons primed and ready. The craft's hull shimmered with energy, its presence a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.

Relief washed over Logan, but it was fleeting. Santiago's defiance burned as brightly as ever, and the operative's gaze never wavered. Logan tightened his grip on the controls, his focus sharpening. The battle was far from over, and vengeance was still within reach.

Without a moment's hesitation, the patrol unleashed a relentless hail of machine gun fire upon Santiago. He raised his riot shield, desperately bracing against the onslaught, but the ferocious barrage overwhelmed him. Sparks flew as the shield crumpled under the pressure, forcing him to stagger backward and scramble for cover behind the shattered remains of a building.

Watching the scene unfold, Logan allowed himself a rare smirk. "Maybe Arjun's airfleet proposal wasn't such a bad idea after all," he mused, the thought both a reflection of relief and a bitter admission.

With deliberate steps, Logan maneuvered his battered mech toward the ruined structure. Santiago lay on the ground, his once-imposing form reduced to an injured, defenseless figure. His riot shield was shattered, and blood seeped from his wounds, yet his defiance burned brightly in his glare.

Logan dismounted the mech and stepped closer, his boots crunching against debris. His eyes locked on one of Santiago's fallen scythes, its blade gleaming ominously even in the chaos. He bent down, picked it up, and hefted it in his hands, its weight cold and unfamiliar. Slowly, deliberately, he raised it above Santiago, the blade poised to deliver the final blow.

"Screw you, man," Santiago hissed, his voice dripping with venom. Despite the pain wracking his body, his eyes blazed with unrelenting hatred, daring Logan to finish what the battle had started.

However, the distant skyline suddenly erupted with chaos. Telecommunication and radio towers toppled one by one, collapsing like a series of giant dominoes. The air reverberated with distant rumbles, and streaks of crackling energy tore through the sky, their brilliance reflecting off the destruction below.

Santiago's grimace twisted into a victorious grin as he watched the spectacle unfold. Despite his injuries, he let out a guttural laugh, reveling in the havoc. "You're too late," he rasped, his voice brimming with grim satisfaction.

Before Logan could process the meaning behind Santiago's reaction, the air around them shimmered unnaturally, as if reality itself was bending. In an instant, Douglas appeared, his figure wreathed in an aura of raw energy. His face was alight with a sadistic grin, his expression radiating both glee and malice. Without hesitation, he launched a barrage of fireballs and ice shards, his strikes precise and devastating, tearing through TLL positions as if they were nothing.

Logan staggered backward, gripping the scythe tightly as he tried to assess the rapidly deteriorating situation. Santiago's laughter echoed louder now, fueled by the destruction Douglas unleashed.

One of the fireballs struck Logan's mech with devastating force, hurling him violently through the air before he crashed near the crumbling remains of a house. Sparks flew, and warning sirens blared from the damaged cockpit as Logan struggled to regain control.

Douglas, standing amidst the destruction, surveyed the carnage with cold, calculating eyes, his sadistic grin only widening. However, his moment of triumph was short-lived. The TLL patrol vessel, having narrowly evaded his earlier onslaught, reappeared and unleashed a barrage of rockets and bullets. The attack was futile, the projectiles shattering harmlessly against a shimmering holographic shield that surrounded him.

Unfazed, the patrol vessel adjusted its strategy, its massive cannon glowing ominously as it began charging an exotic matter-based energy attack. The sheer power of the charge made the air around it hum with tension. But before the shot could be unleashed, Douglas raised a hand, activating his Special Technique. Reality itself seemed to warp as the entropy of the incoming attack was redirected elsewhere, its devastating potential rendered inert.

"That's a neat trick," Douglas sneered, his voice dripping with mockery, "but it's useless against me."

With a dramatic flourish, he extended both hands, unleashing twin beams of searing fire and piercing ice. The beams converged on the patrol vessel, cutting through its supposedly indestructible armor with horrifying precision. In moments, the sleek craft was reduced to a flaming wreck, plummeting to the ground in a cacophony of twisted metal and fiery explosions.

Logan ejected from his mech just as it erupted in a violent blaze, his eyes locking onto Douglas as he guided the remaining Umbrìo personnel into their retreat.

"How soon?" an engineer asked, his voice tight with apprehension.

Douglas threw a glance back over his shoulder, his expression impassive. "Soon enough."

Before the words could fade, a flicker of movement disrupted the air—Ulugu warped into view, his towering figure looming over them. His hands spun with unsettling precision, crackling with alien energy as his single eye fixed on the fleeing engineer.

With a swift motion, he extended his left arm and yanked the engineer to him, his grip crushing the fragile human against his form. The sickening sound of breaking bones and tearing flesh filled the air before Ulugu cast the remains aside as though they were nothing more than refuse.

"You thought you could escape the penalty for betrayal?" Ulugu hissed, his voice distorted by the unnatural hum of energy surrounding him. "There is no mercy for those who defy the will of the Templars."

Douglas, barely acknowledging the carnage, let out an almost bored sigh. His wings shimmered as he casually began to walk away, unaffected by the display of violence.

"Right, right, spare me the speech," he muttered, his tone flat and unimpressed. "I've got better things to do than listen to you prattle on, mate."

Ulugu's eye narrowed, his lips curling into a sneer. "You think you can just ignore me?" he spat, advancing swiftly as his left fist swung toward Douglas's back in a powerful arc.

But before Ulugu could connect, the ground beneath them flickered, and with a sickening distortion, Diego phased into the scene. His form had grotesquely transformed, his body twisting with alien energy, his muscles bulging unnaturally. He swung with brutal precision, landing a punch that sent Ulugu sprawling backward, his body slamming into the ground with a confused grunt.

Diego straightened, his body crackling with raw energy as the fins around his head shimmered and shifted, adapting to the scene. He looked down at Ulugu with an analytical gaze. "I see," he observed, his tone cold and detached. "Your tricks won't do anything."

Douglas vanished into the distance, his departure marked by a trail of shimmering fire and ice, leaving behind a silent, tense stillness. But the moment was brief—Ulugu surged forward, his form a blur of energy and menace as he charged at Diego. The air crackled with the hum of his power.

Diego's eyes narrowed as he instinctively reacted, his body flowing into a series of swift blocks and counterattacks. Each blow exchanged between the two shook the ground beneath them, the remnants of the ruined town crumbling with every strike. Walls shattered, windows exploded, and debris rained down as the two combatants moved with brutal precision, clashing like forces of nature.

With a quick flash, Diego teleported behind Ulugu, hoping to catch him off-guard. But Ulugu, inhumanly swift, anticipated the move. His third arm shot back like a whip, fingers locking onto Diego's head with crushing force. Before Diego could react, the grip tightened, slamming him into the ground with bone-jarring impact. The sound of the earth cracking beneath him echoed through the shattered city.

Ulugu moved in the blink of an eye, his form a blur as he charged toward Diego with lethal intent. Diego, ever the slippery foe, phased out of sight just before Ulugu could reach him, reappearing moments later a few paces away. In retaliation, he unleashed a barrage of dark arrows, each one pulsing with dark energy. Ulugu dodged with unsettling speed, weaving through the assault, his palms crackling as white beams of exotic particles shot toward Diego in response. Without hesitation, Diego countered with crimson beams of his own, the two streams of energy clashing violently in the air.

Meanwhile, Logan, sensing a momentary lull in the chaos, prepared to make his escape. His heart pounded in his chest as he turned, eager to retreat from the onslaught. But just as he started to move, a voice cut through the static of his comms.

"Stay on the spot," the Commander's voice barked, calm but firm. "We need intel. Don't move. TANT are on the way."

With a grimace, Logan stayed put, watching the battle unfold around him, his mind racing as he braced for whatever developments TANT's arrival might bring.

Logan glanced back over his shoulder, his heart pounding as he took in the scene. Ulugu and Diego were still locked in their intense duel, their positions unchanged, but the chaos around them escalated. Rockets screamed through the air, and drones swarmed Ulugu, their explosives finding their mark. The alien staggered slightly, his composure momentarily disrupted.

Undeterred, Ulugu twisted his upper body with mechanical precision, a surge of energy pulsing through him as he swatted the incoming rocket barrage out of existence. But in that fleeting moment, Diego seized the opportunity. With a feral roar, his crimson beams intensified, converging into a single devastating strike that slammed into Ulugu's torso. The impact sent the alien crashing to the ground with earth-shaking force.

As the dust settled, Ulugu rose once more, his form eerily unscathed. A sinister crimson hue lingered across his body, faintly pulsing like a warning beacon. His single eye burned with fury, and the air around him seemed to tremble under his wrath.

"Enough games!" Ulugu bellowed, his voice a thunderous echo that carried across the battlefield. In the blink of an eye, he warped behind Diego, his movements too fast for the human eye to track. With terrifying strength, he gripped Diego's wings and tore them off with a sickening sound, casting them aside like broken ornaments.

Diego barely had time to react before Ulugu seized his head, holding him in place as a gleaming blade materialized in his free hand. The blade hummed with energy, its edge impossibly sharp, poised to deliver the final, merciless strike.

However, just as the blade hovered over Diego's head, he unleashed an unearthly, blood-curdling screech. The sound reverberated through the battlefield, an almost demonic resonance that sent shockwaves rippling in every direction. Ulugu staggered backward, momentarily thrown off balance, his grip loosening as the sheer force of the scream disrupted his senses.

"What the sigma...?" Ulugu hissed, his single eye narrowing as he clutched his head, the guttural sound still rattling in his ears. He took another step back, his expression twisting in confusion and disgust, struggling to process the unsettling display.

Diego's form twisted unnaturally, the crimson hue around him intensifying, tendrils of dark energy emanating from his body as the battlefield itself seemed to tremble under his transformation. Whatever force he was calling upon, it was far from human—and far beyond what Ulugu had expected.

Diego wasted no time charging at Ulugu, who narrowly evaded. In that split second, Diego's formed morphed into a dark liquid, seemingly moving through the air before his form morphed back behind Ulugu, grabbing him with his tendrils before slamming him to the ground.

Diego wasted no time, his movements becoming a blur of raw aggression. He lunged at Ulugu, who twisted to narrowly evade the attack. But in that fleeting instant, Diego's form dissolved into an unsettling dark liquid, gliding unnaturally through the air like a living shadow. Before Ulugu could process the shift, Diego rematerialized behind him, his tendrils coiling with terrifying precision around the alien's form.

With a guttural roar, Diego slammed Ulugu into the ground with seismic force, cracks spidering across the battlefield as the impact shook the ruins around them. The alien's armor flickered with energy as it tried to shield him from the blow, but Diego's relentless grip tore through the defenses like paper.

Ulugu strained against the overwhelming force pinning him to the ground, his single, glowing eye narrowing behind its reinforced lens. The protective mechanisms around it contracted subtly, signaling both fury and desperation. "Enough of this madness!" he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the mechanical hum of his body. A surge of radiant white energy crackled across his scorpion-like frame, illuminating the battlefield in a searing flash.

Summoning twin nanite-forged blades from his claw-like arms, Ulugu slashed upward with frenzied precision. The strikes whistled through the air, aimed for Diego's towering head, but it had no significance. Each strike glanced off his grotesque, shifting mass, the vibrations rattling through Ulugu's limbs.

With a feral roar, Diego lunged, seizing Ulugu's third arm—the claw extending from his back—and ripped it free with brutal force. The sound of tearing metal, squelching flesh, and crackling nanites filled the air as Diego thrust the severed limb downward, aiming to shatter the core of Ulugu's rotating propulsion disc.

Ulugu's remaining arms snapped up, intercepting the attack with a jarring clash. Sparks erupted where their forces met, the grinding sound of metal-on-metal drowning out the distant chaos of the battlefield. The disc on his torso whirred with frantic intensity, its rotation faltering as the strain pushed it to its limits. Still, the alien construct resisted, the nanites within his body surging to heal the damaged joints and circuits. Bit by bit, the third arm's fragments began to coalesce, silver filaments weaving themselves back into place.

Diego snarled, his burning eyes gleaming with a mix of hatred and cruel delight. "Your pathetic scraps won't save you," he growled, his monstrous form twisting grotesquely. Jagged, sinewy limbs erupted from his sides, slamming into the ground to pin Ulugu with terrifying force.

Ulugu's propulsion disc strained against the onslaught, its rapid spin faltering as Diego's claws sank deep into its core. The hum of antigravity turned to a fractured whine, then silence. Ulugu's segmented lower body thrashed, claws scraping at the ground in a desperate bid for freedom, but Diego loomed over him, unyielding.

"Defiance, even now? How brave... and ultimately pointless," Diego sneered, his faces contorting with mocking amusement. One maw lunged forward, snapping at Ulugu's single, glowing eye.

Ulugu jerked his head violently, resisting with every ounce of his strength. But Diego's claws tightened, metal groaning and warping under his grip. The protective lens over Ulugu's eye splintered with a sickening crack.

With a savage pull, Diego tore free a chunk of Ulugu's head, fragments of alien flesh and tissue dangling from his claws. The Tritanide's body convulsed, the propulsion disc grinding to a halt as its glow faded.

Diego leaned in, his voice a venomous whisper. "In the end, you're nothing. Just another broken toy."

As Diego turned his back, leaving behind Ulugu's smoldering remains, the faintest sound reached his ears—a low, mechanical whir, almost imperceptible amidst the settling carnage. Pausing mid-step, he glanced over his shoulder. The body was gone.

His eyes narrowed, a flicker of confusion breaking his composure. Before he could react further, a shadow moved silently behind him.

Ulugu emerged, his reconstructed frame eerily silent, blades extending from his palms with a deadly gleam. His movements were fluid yet deliberate, a predator poised for the kill. The glowing remnants of his single eye burned with determination as he raised his arms for the strike.

But Diego was faster. Without warning, his head twisted grotesquely, a full 180°, his face meeting Ulugu's mid-strike. The collision was brutal—a monstrous headbutt that sent the Tritanide stumbling backward, his segmented body faltering.

Diego's lips curled into a savage grin as he followed up instantly. Crimson energy crackled, converging into twin beams that erupted from his chest, searing through Ulugu's torso with ruthless precision.

"You're not the predator here," Diego growled, his voice low and venomous as Ulugu's arms absorbed the crimson beams, converting them into crackling orbs of energy. With a calculated motion, the alien hurled the orbs back at him.

The impact forced Diego back a step, his monstrous form quivering as exhaustion flickered in his eyes. The energy around his frame faltered, sputtering erratically. Gritting his teeth, he launched another orb, desperate to regain control.

Ulugu caught it with ease, his single eye glinting with amusement. His segmented arms extended outward as he redirected the orb toward Diego.

"That's all?" he sneered, his tone mocking, confident in his control over the situation.

But Diego's smirk widened into something far more sinister. Without warning, he sent twin orbs hurtling toward Ulugu, their surfaces crackling with streaks of purple energy, an unnatural, volatile hue.

Ulugu reacted with the same arrogance, seizing them midair. His eyelids narrowed, amusement still etched across his alien features as his limbs stretched, ready to retaliate.

It was a fatal mistake.

The orbs dissolved, the purple energy coiling like living serpents around his arms. Within moments, the energy burrowed into his limbs, turning them against him. His arms convulsed uncontrollably, striking out in wild, erratic motions.

Diego stood motionless, watching with twisted delight as Ulugu's own appendages attacked his propulsion disc and core. Metal shrieked and cracked as the alien struggled, his eye wide with shock and pain.

"You should've stayed dead," Diego hissed, his voice dripping with malice, as the chaos unfolded before him.

Ulugu clawed at his corrupted limbs, desperate to sever them, but his efforts were futile. The rogue arm drove deeper into his propulsion disc, tearing it apart in a burst of sparks and alien fluid. He collapsed to the ground, his segmented form sparking and trembling as alien blood seeped from his shattered frame.

Diego loomed above, radiating crackling energy, his monstrous grin twisted in cruel delight. He raised his arm for the final blow.

Then, the air itself seemed to twist.

A deafening boom split the battlefield as streaks of purple lightning clawed through the sky, bending light and space with an oppressive gravitational force. Reality shimmered as a colossal figure warped into existence, shielding Ulugu from the onslaught.

This Tritanide was immense, dwarfing Ulugu in size. His humanoid form bore two massive arms veined with pulsating purple energy, his right replaced by a humming cannon that warped light around it. His three glowing eyes—one large, two smaller—burned with intense focus, while jagged spikes crowned his head like alien thorns.

Four iridescent, wing-like appendages shimmered on his back, fluttering with an eerie grace that belied their power.

Diego faltered, his grin fading as the sheer weight of the newcomer's presence pressed down on the battlefield. The towering Tritanide stood unmoved, his shimmering wings casting fractured shadows, a silent warning of devastation yet to come.

With a low, guttural growl, the massive Tritanide—Jagur—leveled his cannon at Diego. The weapon pulsed violently, unleashing a searing purple orb that zipped through the air, bending space around it with gravitational distortion.

"Jagur, this won't do a thing," Diego sneered, summoning a translucent red shield that shimmered ominously. His confidence faltered the moment the orb bypassed it entirely, crashing into his chest with devastating force.

The impact was immense, a shockwave tearing through the ground and sending Logan—the hidden observer—staggering back, his footing lost.

When the dust cleared, Diego remained standing, but his body was rigid, trembling with suppressed agony. His face twisted into a mask of fury and pain, veins bulging as he fought against the oppressive force pinning him in place.

Jagur wasted no time, his cannon humming again as he prepared to unleash another strike. Before he could fire, a barrage of crackling blue bolts rained down upon him, disrupting his charge.

Jagur turned sharply, his glowing eyes narrowing as he spotted Thomas in the distance, standing defiant. The twin blasters on his arms crackled with electric energy, their barrels glowing with searing intensity.

Thomas raised his weapons, his stance resolute. "Not so fast, big guy."

Jagur, visibly annoyed by the newcomer's interference, fired a charged blast from his cannon. The orb shot forward with a deafening hum, but Thomas sidestepped with practiced ease.

Or so it seemed.

The blast vanished midair, only to reappear at Thomas' flank in a distortion of space. Before he could react, it slammed into him with a force that sent him skidding backward.

Jagur wasted no time. His massive left arm surged with raw purple energy, which coiled around Thomas like a constricting serpent. With a flick of his arm, Jagur hurled Thomas downward with devastating force, shattering the ground beneath him. Rocks and debris erupted into the air as Thomas lay battered, his defiance extinguished for the moment.

Yet, Jagur made no move to finish him off. Instead, he turned toward Ulugu's broken form, his shimmering wing-like appendages fluttering ominously.

Grabbing the damaged Tritanide, Jagur's gravitational aura intensified. Space warped and twisted as he disappeared, leaving only a haunting stillness in his wake.

The battlefield, now silent, bore the scars of their clash—an ambiguous end to an otherworldly encounter.

Thomas, battered but undeterred, surged to his feet. Without hesitation, he unleashed a powerful electric beam that crackled with fury, slamming into Diego's shimmering holographic shield. The red energy barrier flickered but held firm under the assault.

Behind Diego, emerald lightning intertwined with black smog, swirling ominously as Anthony stepped forward, his monitors flickering with cryptic patterns. A sudden pulse of red hypnotic radiation burst from the screens, forcing Diego to reflexively shut his eyes and twist away with a guttural growl. The distraction was enough for Anthony to close the gap, his wrist blade arcing dangerously close to Diego's torso, missing by mere inches.

Wasting no time, Thomas lunged forward in pursuit, his electricity-charged blasters primed. Isaac followed, his focus sharp, closing in with calculated speed.

Anthony, undeterred, turned to Ryan, who observed the chaos with cold calculation.

"Are you ready?" Anthony asked, his monitor displaying a deadpan '-_-' emoticon that somehow carried an air of menace.

Ryan glanced at the mangled battlefield, stooping to pick up one of Ulugu's severed arms. He inspected it with a hint of amusement.

"I could use myself a new right arm," he quipped, the faintest smirk breaking his stoic demeanor as he hefted the alien limb.

Ryan, now equipped with the alien arm, took to the skies with a determined intensity. "For Qasim," he muttered under his breath, his voice steeled with purpose. As he disappeared into the horizon, Anthony teleported away, his presence dissipating into the chaos.

From his hiding spot, Logan cautiously stepped out, surveying the devastation. The once-thriving town lay in ruins, reduced to rubble and ash. In the distance, the air distorted with a swirling mass of black smog. From it emerged Poly, his towering robotic frame still scarred and fractured from his encounter with the Archbishop. Beside him stood a figure distinctly out of place: the Head Scientist, Dr. Malik, his white hair perfectly combed and his glasses gleaming under the faint sunlight. The pristine lab coat contrasted starkly with the destruction around them.

Dr. Malik gestured sharply at the scattered debris, particularly Ulugu's severed arm. "Take this sucker back to the lab," he commanded, his tone brisk and clinical.

Poly, eyeing the alien appendage, smirked. "This crap's longer than Anthony's blade," he remarked with a teasing lilt.

Logan, standing nearby, raised a skeptical brow. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

Dr. Malik turned to him, a cryptic smile spreading across his face. "Confidential," he replied coolly, punctuating the statement with an exaggerated wink before Poly teleported them, vanishing with the arm in tow.

Left alone amidst the ruins, Logan threw his hands in the air. "Aaaaand they forgot about me," he muttered, shaking his head. With a resigned sigh, he made his way to the battered wreck of the TLL patrol vessel. Pulling out his trusty toolkit, he knelt by the scorched metal, muttering to himself as he began repairs.