The following day, he gathered a group of ten men and a few of his party members to head for the mines. He didn't intend on doing anything unless the Levels of the Goblins were something obscene.
The group left out of the Western Gate while the sun was still low in the sky. A beautiful orange hue shone over the treeline as the party moved forward.
The weather was turning warm, and Geth could see that some of the men were sweating in their armor.
'I'll have to have a chat with Hulk. It seems that he's been too lax on their training.'
It wasn't that they hadn't been working hard, but that they hadn't been working in battle-ready equipment. Most still hadn't received their first Class, meaning that their stamina wasn't good enough to deal with the warmer weather.
It had been nine months since the planets had merged. It had happened in October, meaning that it was now the middle of July.