Zero grimaced at the allotment of scouts, sure the Dryadi were small and could fly but that was also a major weakness. Letting out a small huff he kept his protest to himself and mostly within his own head, though he was sure the others could see his discontent with their smallest of crews new position. He followed the crew without making a peep, his left hand touching the rough bark of the tree their ship landed as the crew descended into the green abyss. Reaching the A'virala his suit switched on the head lamps placed on either shoulder but Zero quickly corrected that. The lights shot forward into the thick humid air only to bounce back and cause his position to glow like a beacon for all the prey on this world.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Ahh fuck."</span>He muttered to himself.<br/><br/>Looking around he didn't like the changes that presented themselves the lower they got, snake like vines, air as thick as soup, and darkness. His robotic hand rested on the hilt of his sword as the team reached the steps laid out by the first team that was now missing. Ever watching his surroundings he only hoped he could spot whatever lurked beyond their limited view before the unknown could act. The harder his task became the more quiet and on edge the old man in turn became, the resting hand that once laid on his hilt now grasped it ready to strike out at lurked beyond.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>