The quietly humming frequency intensifies for a bit before smoothly switching to some background noise, a change from the usual static that followed a broadcast change. Drifter speaks up. Hey people, this is Drifter here, with DrifterFM. I'm... somewhere right now. Took a ride on my Mule across Microtech. May not be as fast as my other modes of transport... But it gives me a break. Wind can be heard, howling and at a muffled tone. I'm amazed my communications broadcast link still works here, though. I'll be headed back soon, but I'll be damned if I didn't say others should travel like this... It's a sight to see, and I ain't got anyone to show it with... And all I can broadcast is audio. Suddenly, a noise in the background, possibly from an onboard computer, makes Drifter shift. That... Can't be right... There ain't nobody aroun- Ah shit, yup, that ain't no fake! Feedback is heard as the vehicle starts moving, but shots can be heard, and the computer is much louder now... "Warning: Shields Offline." Drifter sighs in anger, and suddenly the sound of a door opening can be heard, and then wind... Drifter speaks up one last time. Man am I glad I remembered this coldsuit. Better go dark... The frequency lets out some static goes dark after that. No broadcast, no receiver, nothing... ...except for one last message. It shows as an image: Something tells you this isn't the end, though...