"We keep our mysteries close. Take them from us if you can."


Her day had come to a close, just as the midnight sun cast its illuminating light overhead the broken god that suspended dormant over the last city. Lakshmi stood in her usual spot until all of her followers left the small clubhouse above the Tower Hangar that everyone knew ultimately belonged to the Future War Cult. After the last follower had left she watched them all leave the hangar from the large glass wall behind her. Upon turning her head back to the empty room that was tinted different shades of orange, the Exo turned off her tablet she held onto all day and placed it on the small table by one of the couches before finally she walked to the stairs and out of the Tower Hangar.

He was assisting a late Guardian at this hour, the sight of the moon distracted him none from the young leveled Titan that was eager on purchasing a single pulse rifle with some ammo synthesis. When the Titan left his small corner of the tower, Banshee turned his head towards the city finally acknowledging how late in the night it was, but he did not close up shop for he believed another Guardian would come along to buy from him. The gunsmith's eyes laid upon a figure who stood by the railings looking out into the horizon, he recognized the figure, she had stood against the same spot by the railings for as long as he could remember, even when his memory was wiped more times than anyone could count. At times he could recall why she stood there but the reason was very faint or very vague that it wasn't even worth mentioning why at all other than she just admired the view.

She would stand there for hours until she could see the bright face of the moon begin to rest in the west, just as the sun did the day prior. The Exo's head then turned to the tower and up to the Gunsmith, who was still awake as well. Her feet guided her to the fellow Exo and stopped at his small shop. Hands placed lightly on the metal stand, she looked at him with light blue eyes that seemed timid at the sight of the Gunsmith and she said in a calming voice, "Hi."

"Looks like you've had a rough night." Banshee greeted in his usually cold and masculine tone.

Lakshmi nodded her head. "I haven't slept in a few days."

Banshee failed to respond back to the Future War Cult represent, he lowered his head instead.

For a while they stood there silent, just giving quick glances until one of them would break the silence, but neither of them did. The mood broke when a high level Hunter came about asking for synthesis. The two Exos looked at each other before Lakshmi turned head and began walking back to the Tower Hangar. Banshee watched her as she left, the words in his throat were begging to come out but when the fellow Exo was out of sight he turned to the Hunter and fulfilled his order.

It was a long walk back to the War Cult's clubhouse, long and shameful in Lakshmi's head. In her chest she felt an absence, a repetitive feeling she hoped to never experience more than once… She hoped for too much. The Exo turned her head a few times behind herself out of habit in situations like these and every single time she saw someone leaving or nobody standing there at all. This time she saw both.