Upon noticing the error message, T hit his right temple with his right palm several times, until it disappeared. [i][color=9e0b0f]Damned mission parameter programming... Need to calibrate again[/color],[/i] T thought to himself. After the lovely campfire introductions/Data gathering session, T retreated to a private nook and took the opportunity to do some delicate maintenance to his synth body. T was in the middle of checking his power core, like a surgeon doing heart surgery on himself, when he heard Rocket's scream.

Upon arriving to the scene, shotgun and pistol in tow, T witnessed the devastation. He switched his HUD on and inspected the area before joining the others.

[color=9e0b0f]"I will accompany the search party. Finding Miss Cassom is priority. Finding the bodyguard, sadly, is less so. They can't have gone far."[/color]