A faint transmission signal picks up on Ouray base's radio waves...
*Static* This is. . .. repeat, *static* Sam Willis, reporting in. Seems.. .. ... myself..*more static.* Ship's banged up, can't seem to. . .. .. my own. Been busy lately, which *static becoming more frequent* haven't.. .able..... ..... *static becomes unbearable, causing the signal to become lost.*
"Damn it!" Sam swore. He attempted to get some sort of signal again, but it was no use; he was stranded in the Badlands in his severely damaged Crow. He only hoped that no Rogue patrols would find him whilst he tried to repair his engines outside of the craft.
Saying aloud to himself, Sam rambled "What kind of Knight gets himself stranded in a place like this? Man, Jack isn't going to be happy once I turn up after a few weeks abscense.. What will Glenn think, as well? Aww, things just aren't going my way at all lately.."
Sam continued to think aloud as he made repairs to his dying ship..