The vessel was an intricate spider web of halls and conduits. They were pathways that crossed and paralleled one another. They were the trails that we had to take, lined with steel tubes and pipes that hissed like snakes in our ears. They leaked steam, as hot as the very flames of hell, onto our helmet visors and our body armor. We were a squad of twelve men navigating those hissing halls. Marines, sent to retrieve information. A quest for knowledge, one might say. But we were cast into the fog and steam without direction. If it weren’t for our Shepherd, we would have been overwhelmed by that place. He helped to guide us on that mission. To this day I thank him for his sacrifice.