OOC:
Uh.....what?
IC:
Palms watched Hobar exit the hut, and followed him out. He split company with the slig and walked down his own path. For a second, he though he heard a strange melody, but than pushed the thought out of his head. This place was to morbid for anyone to play music. Palms did a quick survey of the battlefield. Not much to see. Turning slowly, he looked at a few of the other sligs near the barracks. He saw Hobar talking to a slig with a sniper rifle, and a little battalion of sligs that looked pretty prepared for action. Then, suddenly, the melody came back to him. Palms turned swiftly. Too swiftly. His back gave him a reminder that he wasn't completely healed yet. With a grimis of pain on his face, he looked back towards where the music was coming from. He saw the slig with the plastic arm had a little instrument. Damn that slig. Palms still had some plans for that slig. The anger ebbed away from Palms slowly, and he turned to face the battlefield once more. Corpses littered it. This place was hell.