Your sword had recently been broken. Yes, broken. By what, you might ask? You had no idea.

There was this small, weird looking thing. Like Festus, but scary. You didn’t know where it had come from.

It was like a broken baby Festus, but ten times more dangerous, because it didn’t just breathe fire. It breathed fucking poison.

So, while you were recovering from the poison you’d inhaled, you’d managed to disable this baby Festus thingy and take it to Leo Valdez to see if he could one, repair it, and two, figure out who even made it, or why it existed.

You sat on the ground of Bunker 9, watching Leo do his Leo things, while you fidgeted with a weird screw looking thingy (you didn’t know the name).