Crow narrowed her eyes, bolstering her gun before reaching up to pull her helmet off. She studied him, her golden optics sizing him up.

"Hmph, you must've been out for quite a while... Or just blissfully ignorant." She said walking over to the corpse of the Cheiftan. She nudged its head with her boot, facing it up as Pidge floated up and spun his shell.

"Get his good side, Pidge. Cratix will want pictures for his wall." She said, and Pidge began snapping away with a little hum. She looked back to the newcomer, still perplexed.

"This here is a Scorn, for lack of a better term they're Fallen zombies, resurrected with corrupted ether. They're an infestation here on the shore."