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Another anachronism, another battle…another day in the life of Team Legends.
Ray fires of his blaster taking out another of the soldiers they were fighting.
There doesn’t seem to be much progress being made.
He wonders how the team will get out of this one.
Spotting two soldiers approaching Mick, he tries to fire his blaster but it malfunctions so he whacks the two men over the head knocking them out.
“You okay, Mick?”
“Yeah, Haircut, ‘M good.”
Then he takes a moment too long to grin.
One of the ancient soldiers shot him with future tech they came to retrieve and knocked him out.
Ray lies on the ground and seems to know something is seriously wrong before he tries to move but finds he is unavailable to.
All the information the suit tells him is that he does not have long.
His final moments are soon at hand.
Everything seems to start to fade away.
The first person who notices Ray hasn’t moved is Nate, who immediately runs over.
“Ray! Buddy!”
Nate drops by his side and is reminded of the last time he was in this position.
He hopes for a similar outcome.
Shaking his friend and secret crush, desperation grows the longer Ray doesn’t respond.
Then Ray’s eyes open.
Nate sighs in relief.
“Ray! I thought you were gone.”
Smiling slightly, Ray is glad Nate’s the one by his side even though Ray never told him how he felt.
His situation is going to change that.
“Nate….need to….tell you…….something.”
Ray’s injuries make it hard for him to breath and talk at the same time.
Concerned, Nate removes the helmet.
“Hey, save your strength. You can tell me later once Gideon heals you up.”
“Not….gonna….make it…..back….”
It takes all of Nate’s strength to hold himself together at those words as he holds Ray the best he can.
“I love you, Nate.”
With those for words, Ray takes his final breath.