Adventure: Red Legion, Black Oil

Location: Sunken Isles, European Dead Zone

Sloane: Guardian, listen to this. That black oily stuff that runs through Cabal armour? Apparently, it's got multiple functions. Assuming we can trust this intel.

Asher: Do you not trust facts? Hydrostatic organogel affects gravitational throughput for bipeds and vehicles. This is objectively true!

Ghost: Wait. That liquid inside Cabal armour… is also ship fuel?

Asher: More skepticism. Shoot them in their ridiculous helmets, analyse the results, and see for yourself.

The Guardian collects several organogel samples.

Sloane: Sounded like some solid precision kills from here. But what was that echo we heard on the last two?

Ghost: Local interference. I'm reading a huge cache of that oil stuff inside the Orobas Vectura.

The Guardian heads inside the Cabal ship, Orobas Vectora.

Sloane: If there is a stockpile inside the ship, then the Cabal are planning something big. You have enough firepower to destroy it all?

Asher: Destroying it is a wasted opportunity! The chemical makeup of the organogel contrains pathways for data transmissions.

Ghost: So you're saying I can… hack their body fuel.

Asher: No! …Well… yes! Ugh.

Location: Echion Hold, European Dead Zone

Sloane: Dont listen to Asher. Destroy that stuff, Guardian.

Asher: Don't listen to… whatever her name is! The answer is sabotage!

Ghost: Asher was right. I've integrated a simple endless loop into the fuel supply. When any device - you stopped listening didn't you?

Asher: But I am listening! Continue your stealthy work, Hunter. That organogel is no treasure to be pilfered.

The Guardian and Ghost contaminate the fuel injection systems.

Ghost: I've sabotaged their entire supply.

Asher: Those Cabal simpletons will display their ignorance on a grand scale. I cannot wait! And you left things remarkably undestroyed. How novel.

Sloane: If I know the Legion, they'll be bringing out the big guns once they realise what you all did.

Location: Sunken Isles, European Dead Zone

The Guardian escapes the ship and draws out the Cabal gunships.

Ghost: This is a perfect spot. And here they come, just like Sloane said.

Asher: Then put away your weapons and revel in your handiwork!

The Cabal gunships explode.

Ghost: Asher, you are a genius.

Asher: Do not waste my time with redundant flatteries! Instead, ruminate on the result of this experiment. Wanton destruction does not equate to victory!

Sloane: But it sure does feel good. Great work all around. You too, Asher.

Asher: Hmph!

Ghost: That explosion triggered some kind of seismic alarm. The Cabal are sending reinforcements.

Sloane: We both know they won't be enough, Titan. Keep blowing up that fuel.

The Guardian destroys the fuel pods.

Sloane: Excellent work, you two. Asher disconnected a while ago, but I was with you the whole way. You set the Cabal back weeks with all that destruction. Never had a doubt.