April 21st 1999 Drath Kel crawls along the air vent leading to the back of the enemy flagroom. He fingers the switch for his energy shield but stops himself from turning it on.
Death loves the wasteful.
Arming the grenade launcher, he listens for any activity around the corner. The telltale cry of a remote turret being setup sounds. Then he grins, thinking of the glory yet one more kill will bring him and his tribe, the Keleth of the Diamond Sword. He ricochets three grenades off the wall and around the corner into the flag room. Flipping on his shields and grabbing his plasma gun, he dashes in.