Sawyer watched as Drake approached, taking pride in his leader and the well-endowed ship the Arrowhead crew shared. To think of how far they had came together filled him with bittersweet, melancholy feelings. It had been a long time since they first formed, riddled with trials and tribulations; that much was certain. "No, not really. The Dojo is on a mountain range. Always snowing up here. It's cold, yes, but could prove advantageous if we were to get into a firefight. Limited visibility..." He drifted off as he looked at the Dojo wall, huge in mass, embroiled with grand markings of valor, heroism. Brimming with the most elite of the Galaxy. And they were about to defile it and stir the anger of everyone within. Great. Sawyer exhaled deeply. "You ready? Where are the other guys?"