[sub][color=#B9BABC]Hammer of the Army[/color]  [color=#6A5B7E]The Fields [/color] [color=0DD5F2]Kyle Ademnon Conrad[/color][/sub]
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The elation flooding Kyle promptly fizzled out when he noticed some of his own energy being directed back at him. “Well shit,” he muttered to himself, before being forcibly blown off the roof of the transport to land on his back in the mud.

His ears were ringing, and every last scrap of air had been knocked out of his body, but somehow Kyle felt himself laughing. It seemed so fitting that his very first combat experience end with him flat on his ass in the mud. He ached in various sharp ways, but already his spirits were fluttering about, encouraging his body to mend. His armour, however, was toast, almost literally. It was partially melted in places, the HUD was nonfunctional, and the chestplate was cracked right through.

Getting the helmet off took some time, as it turned out. He finally wrestled it free as Olivia rounded the corner of the transport and offered him a hand. He took it, grinning. “Tell him what, how [i]I[/i] saved [i]you[/i]? Go right ahead.” He didn’t know any of the other Guardians; they exchanged subdued greetings as they filed into the transport, except for one who might have had long blonde hair under a thick layer of mud and...guck. Kyle instantly liked his lighthearted new companion. “Dashingly handsome? I’ll have to take your word for it” he said with a laugh, referencing Graham’s current appearance.

Kyle spent the trip to the front trying to pry off the remainder of his armor, with little success. It would take some tools he didn’t have access to at the moment. When they arrived at the MOV, Kyle had to make his way to the armory and find someone to get him out of the melted carapace, then stop by the medbay to treat any injuries his spirits hadn’t handled. Only then could he think about something as luxurious as a shower.