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The ship rocked as Azarael guided the Initiative scout craft through the harsh, powerful winds of the ice-covered planet. The ship rocked and rumbled, struggling to stay steady in the severe weather. The cyborg, opting to forego his typical gunship Midnight Exigent for a more suitable craft, was forced to fly the ship manually instead of utilizing the cerebral connection he was so used to. "Blast these flying conditions..." he growled mechanically under his breath.
Their mission was fairly simple: reach the coordinates of the mysterious artefact, pick it up, and bring it back to the Void. That is, assuming the ancient tome was correct about this entire legend. Azarael wasn't sure what to believe, but if the Skyline Cartel was curious enough to keep records on it, then it was worth investigation.