Sir, we've received reports that some of the Guardians from the Twilight Gap need help getting transported back to the tower.
"Send a ship, immediately."
The remaining survivors of the fight were sent back to the tower to enter full recovery and to be treated with the utmost respect.
"What can you salvage from the fight?"
"Just the lost, gear, and fallen sentimentalism of our fellow Guardians, sir. A few, rather rare pieces of armor and other gear too."
"Obtain it, and send it to Feizel and Lomar. I want to send them a message. This fight will not go un-noticed. They were brave, they sacrificed their lives for us."
"Will-do, sending the transmission now."
Lomar was behind his post yet again, making more synthesis for Heavier Ammo. It was a real chore, having to piece together lots of energy humans shouldn't even be handling more then likely. Not soon later, Feizel burst into the room, urgently grabbing all of the materials used to sharpen Lomar's profession, as well as Feizel's.
"What…what is happening Crux?"
"The twilight gap, its, its done. Not many Guardians survived…but there were some, who did."
"I see did they?"
"Yes, we need to get onto making something for them. As a reward, the only thing we can attribute with them is to do what we are best at. Making Rocket Launchers. I got a delivery today, it contained all of the Fallen Guardian's gear. If I do it right, I can design something, a launcher, that will be our finest yet."
"I can surely add into this, right? We need the cosmetic design of the gear, we can't just throw it away, correct?"
"Hmmm. Very good indeed, you handle the cosmetic and I'll handle the power."
"How much power are you thinking of putting into this thing?"
"For the twilight gap…all the power we have. It will be the best yet."
'Are you sure about this?"
"Yes, I'm sure. The survivors of that horrible fight deserve beauty, deliverance to their foes as a form of payback. If there is beauty in destruction, then why not also in it's delivery?"
And thus, Feizel and Lomar pieced together and added effects of the exotic gear into synthesis and schematics for a well designed, yet powerful rocket launcher.
After an hour of crazy work and dedication, the launcher was finally ready. They put it in the small chamber in front of them to finish analyzing it for Guardian capabilities. The chamber orientates it for all compatible Guardian Helmets, hopefully sending word to Banshee, so he can make synthesis for it.
"There it is. This is the very fabricate of our nation. This is what the tower is defined by. We have had sacrifices. We have had lives lost. This is the horn, the horn of our raging boar we call The Tower. We will prevail. This will be a message to all worlds, the trumpet of our existence."
"Yes, yes, this weapon is to be given to the guardians who survived that dreaded fight."
"This is…"
The Gjhallarhorn.