Death's Hand
It was midnight in the Cosmodrome and a fierce breeze was blowing through with the promise of a storm. No creature would dare step a foot in the Cosmodrome when a true Russian storm hits. The only ones outside with a powerful storm on the way, are the crazy or determined. It just so happened that the only creature out in the storm, happened to be a mix of both.
"Reaver how close is the storm?" The lone guardian asked as he walked down the path "We have 5 minutes at best so I really think we should leave and head back to the Tower where it's safe" The Ghost known as Reaver responded. Under his helmet the Guardian arched his eyebrow and gave a chuckle "Come on Reaver we've been out here is worse weather while also being shot at. Why so worried?" The Guardian replied with a smile "Oh I don't know maybe because in those conditions we were relatively near other guardians and we had more ammo with us." As Reaver was about to begin a rant the storm hit with full force "Great just great, you got us stuck out here in a dangerous snow storm with little supplies and I miscalculated." The Guardian smiled and laughed "Ha Ha Ha Ha don't worry Reaver a little snow won't kill you. Besides we anchored the ship a few clicks north of here so we might as well head back to the ship and wait out the storm."
The pair went through the storm each with their own level of confidence. The lone Guardian kept scanning his surroundings for possible Fallen, Hive or Taken. Reaver floated by the Guardian's head constantly looking around. "I can't pick up more than 5-7 meters in front of us so I hope you are fast on the trigger" Reaver said while performing another scan of the area. With a grin and finger on the trigger the Guardian kept moving through the storm. As the Guardian was going to break into a sparrow appeared directly in front of him. "Ah the Ravensteel, no better sparrow in my opinion." The Guardian said to himself. He mounted and in a matter of seconds was off.
-Time Jump-
"Finally were back to the ship" Reaver said with relief. Looming over them was the Ceres Galliot or part of it anyway. "Damn it I knew this was going to happen" Reaver yelled "Cause of how long we were away from the ship the snow has covered the lower wing. Why did we even come here?!" The bottom wing of the Ceres Galliot was almost completely covered in snow. "Oh come on I'm sure if we power up the engines and go to take off it will take off." The Guardain replied "Funny how you only speak when it's just us. Whenever you are anywhere with other guardians or virtually anywhere you don't speak and yet here you are speaking with me." Reaver gave the Guardian a steady gaze and in response received silence and a gesture towards the ship in response. With a sigh Reaver followed the Guardian closer to the ship and they warped in. The ship had a small cot in the corner with a few over head cupboards and other places for storage. The Guardian sat down on the cot and removed his helmet. He set his weapons on the racks set up in the ship and walked to the cockpit. With the skill and pattern of someone repeating a basic task he began powering up the ship. "We won't be able to take off you know right?" Reaver commented "I did a scan of the ship and it won't take off as the engines have frozen over." The Guardian looked over his shoulder and turned on the internal heater. The Guardian stood up and after cleaning his cot he laid down and began to nod off. Reaver made more scans before going to one of the overhead cupboards and resting inside one. "Well if you can't beat'em join'em" Reaver said to himself and powered down till he was called upon or needed.