[Celestial Guardian]

On the way to his secret relay station something kept nagging at the back of M'yen's mind. He wasn't sure, but he had the feeling one of those Gue'la walking tanks had seen him. He wanted to throw the notion to the wind. He was M'yen after all, the unseen. How could this Gue'la have picked him out so easily?

Trusting his instincts he allowed the possiblity of the spotting to be acknowledged. The first lesson he ever learn was not to underestimate your opponent. It would be a cold day on Tau'n before he made that mistake.

A little research was in order. What were those markings on the left sholder pad of the "Space Marines"? He allowed the humor of the name to give way to a chuckle. Marines for space always seemed to be planetside. The irony was amusing. M'yen would do a few searches for information on the heraldry of those shoulder pads and what it meant. Knowing your enemy was the only way to prepare for them. He knew sooner or later he would probably have to fight them. Hopefully it could hold off until the fleet could be contacted.

The life of a Pathfinder was often a lonely one, but the solitude allowed for a sharp mind to excel. These conditions had made M'yen into the instument of the Greater Good that he was. They had allowed him to walk the ranks to his current position. They had allowed him to survive when so many of his acadmey mates had been killed. Now once again they would secret him amongst the population and allow him to do his job.

He needed a disguise. If that bohemoth had seen him, then he needed to be able to walk the streets without calling attention to himself. He had to appear more,... human.