In the dead of the night, when the majority of the base was asleep a lone person or thing was still alert. They added the final touches to the ATV surrounded by curtain, the frame of the next vehicle stood quietly in the corner ready, the light of the hangar glistening off it. Two files flashed up inside their helmet and they were immediately pushed aside with a reminder attached to them, to view a bit later on. He noticed a prosthesis and a hovercraft, but saw no reason to build one currently. The sender would be getting a visit soon.

They called over three Spectres, bigger and a little bulkier than the others with other cosmetic differences. These were heavily modified for more reactive combat as well as to chaperone the General himself, of course, none of them were Samuel. the curtain was wound back up and started to push the ATV out of the hangar towards the doors, they already had a natural road through the jungle of Eden thanks to early terraforming, meaning he had access straight to the wasteland. They clambered into the ATV and peeled out down the road and into the wastes of Abaddon, the planet named after the fallen angel.

The wheels spat up dirt and the ground, as it sped through in a straight line. This was just a trial, but Silver pushed things to their limits in trials. After all, if you can’t trust it to work at it’s fullest, you’re in danger. A rock appeared ahead and Silver curved around it in a drift and coming to a gentle halt afterwards with satisfactory silence.

A few more test later on the cloaking, the turret and other features and Silver started to drive back, zipping into the hangar and back behind the curtain. Ready to work on the slug.