Waking up, Rake felt around for his gear. His wrist monitor was gone, as well as his visor and his blade.

"You killed them all, Rake," Vorx spoke to him with a solemn look on his face. "Do you even know who I am?"

"Uncle Vorx," Rake muttered, glancing around for his weapon. His mind immediately began to process how he could eliminate Vorx, or at the very least escape. Shuddering, he realized escaping wouldn't be an option with what Red Order would do to him if he failed.

"Good, you remember," Vorx gave a weak smile. "I'm probably not going to be here much longer. They'll come looking for you, and there's not really much we can do."

You need to kill him.

Clutching his head, Rake began to writhe. "Voices," he managed to mutter as he rocked back and forth. It was all an act.

Vorx ran to his side in an instant. "It's okay my child," he whispered, wrapping his rocky arms around him.

Rake immediately froze. This was the first time anyone had ever shown him any physical affection for as long as he could remember. Then again, he couldn't remember much, which infuriated him.

"Tracker!" Rake's kicked into gear, leaping up to search for his wrist monitor.

"I destroyed the goggles as well as the communication device," Vorx informed him, standing beside the makeshift cot. "The sword is gone too."

Sobbing relentlessly, Rake threw his arms around Vorx. "They'll still find us," he wept, breaking down completely.

"I know. Let's just enjoy these last moments together." Vorx gave him a warm smile.

"We need to fight them," he broke away, frantically searching for his weapon.

Sighing, Vorx announced, "If I tell you where I hid your sword, do you promise not to use it on me?"

"I would never," Rake pleaded, still teary eyed.

"It's inside the barrel just beyond the hall," Vorx admitted, walking in that direction.

Moments later, he returned with the weapon. "Let's get those red pricks," he grinned,

handing Rake the sword.

"Let's," Rake smirked, plunging the blade between the cracks of his uncle's rocky body.

"Why?" was all Vorx managed, before toppling over.

Rake stared down at the green ooze that leaked out of Vorx for a moment, and then walked out of the cave. He sighed, annoyed that he would have to hunt down the drones manually to return.