Most of the G-Team were relaxing in the break room, doing nothing much. Scar was somewhere else in the base, and Grian was out and about, up to something.

Stress chugged a potion of healing, her expression of pain releasing as the gash down her arm closed. Iskall was sat next to her, staring unfocused at a cookie. He'd been hit pretty hard on the head with Ren's shield in this morning's battle, and had been acting off all day. His teammates had tried to get him to heal up, but their efforts were to no avail.

"Cookies." He spoke, tiredness and something else creeping into his voice, "Cookies are the most contemplative of desserts." He chuckled a chuckle that was not his chuckle.

"That's nice, now will you please let me look at your head?" Stress gestured to the large bruise smack-bang in the middle of her friend's forehead. He turned to her, head tilted slightly.

"You can see it right — Oh. Is this what dizziness feels like?"

Stress rolled her eyes, pulling out a potion of healing and a splash potion of the same.

"Look. I'll give you a deal."

"Ooooooh! I love deals!" Iskall cut the ice queen off, grinning with a childish giddiness.

"Yes, I know you do. Now here it is: either you drink this potion, or I throw this one at you."

"You'll have to catch me first!"

And with that, Iskall leapt up on the table, seemingly convinced he was out of her reach. Stress rolled her eyes, tossing the potion at the injury. Normally, one would expect someone throwing a glass bottle at one's head to hurt, but it didn't. The potion of healing soaked into the bruise and Iskall's eyes came back into focus.

"Ren... why'd you betray me like that? I thought we were bros..." Iskall mumbled sleepily as he stepped down into the chair and passed out.

Grian burst into the room looking as official as one can be when soaking wet. He was also beaming, as nobody had since the so-called 'final battle' of the war. Nobody spared a thought as to precisely why their Major-General was happy (or, indeed, why he was wet) but at least he was.

"My friends!" He put on a more official tone. "I am proud to say that the Team STAR moat no longer has any guardians in it whatsoever!"

Confused, his teammates applauded this dubious achievement of fixing a failure that he, in fact, had made, but they supposed it was nice. It meant that they could gain more ground on their foes, and end this war once and for all. Everything would be okay again.

"In the bad news department, however..." Grian's voice trailed off as it lost all of its energy. "I'll tell you later. Such things are not to be described at this time of night."

"The sun hasn't set yet." Tango pointed out from the other side of the room.

"It really shouldn't be described. Anyone who dares describe it to anyone in any kind of detail is a horrible person." He swallowed, reminded of the image of the fallen knight.

It was then that Scar came in, his hair covered in blue crystal dust and missing his magical staff. His foot was bleeding copiously, the blood laced with lines of Vex-blue.

"I think Cub's level of okay just got a whole lot less okay." He went over to the other side of the room, and Stress handed him the potion. He chugged it, putting his weight back on the foot as soon as it healed. He thanked her and continued.

"So I was in a bit of a skirmish and needed to teleport outta there. So I cast the spell, and end up in totally the wrong place. Where do I end up? ConCorp. But the walls and floor are covered in painful blue crystals..." he went on to describe his experience trying to get out, and his theory as to why so much of Cub's magic had spilled all over ConCorp.

"Long story short, I can probably make Cub - I won't say nice, but sane would work - again."

I had a few ideas, so this happened. Just a normal evening for G-Team. Joe and Cleo are here quietly laughing at everything until Scar shows up.

677 words long, not too bad, but not the best. Eleven less would be ideal.

This has been Pi, and I'll see you all at some point in the future!