Sam drew closer. The Unicorn. The Secretary of Transportation’s main vehicle. Sam had contended against it back during the Davy Back fight. It was nothing to scoff at, a piece of technology that rivaled and even surpassed, in some respects, a Metal Gear. But what was it doing down here?

A long rut trailed from the Unicorn’s position. The ice was broken and rough. Given that it was still smoking, it’d probably gotten there recently. A crash landing? Sam walked around and examined it. One of the rear thrusters had been significantly damaged— but not irreparably so, it didn’t seem. The Unicorn was largely intact aside from that. With just a little elbow grease, it could probably become functional again. And if it could be functional again… Maybe they wouldn’t need the boat.

- Ragnarust Round 5