Lost between dimensions, neither here nor there, there dances a trickster. The Corpus see him, but he twists, and suddenly he is a mere ghost, intangible to bullet or blade. Limbo shrugs, and strides forth, grasping the captain and pulling him into the space between space. As a gesture of almost sarcastic goodwill, Limbo doffs his head, and the captain realises too late that he's trapped in this space with Limbo, and not the other way around. Limbo's tea is a tightrope balancing act of Earl Greys - rich black, fresh green and malty rooibos - for a light afternoon tea with not too much caffeine. Go where you will, Tenno. Find your path and carve it.