[Hobo]

Keith:(Circling above a guard tower) Damn I hate patrol duty! Oh, well only 5 minutes to go.............(Hears gunshots) What the Hell is going on?
(Keith flys down, through the guard tower, to just catch a mud, holding an old rusty shotgun(which keith noticed wasn't loaded anymore) using a TOP-SECURITY Computer. On the floor next to it was a dying slig with a gunshot wound to the chest) Keith flew up right behing the mud , as it turned aroung he grabbed it with both of his hands, flew it up to above the top of the tower, (At this point the mud was shaking like a leaf)
Keith saw the rest of the muds, they were holding some outdated snoozies and shotguns , Keith swooped down on them, holding the mud he was carrying as a shield, the other muds didn't fire a shot, "Excellent" thought Keith he grabbed a grenade with one hand, leaving the mud even more unbalanced.
He threw the grenade it bounced off a nearby rock and bounced right back at him. It exploded 1 metre away from his face, certainly blinding him for life. He dropped the mud and prepared to be shot at. The shots never came, the muds ran while they had the chance. They left keith writhing on the floor as his Magog Moters copter-pak had broken during the crash. His visor was half off. He checked his belt pouches for anything, he could feel that everything inside was quite broken.