Ghost Fragment - The Journal of Mason Glade: Red Death 2

We met Drent at the hanger. He was sitting on a crate next to his ship, sharpening his arc-blade. I raised an eyebrow as we approached. "... You must be planning on cutting through the fabric of reality with that thing." I teased him. Drent was constantly sharpening his knife. If he sharpened it much more it would simply cease to exist. Drent peered at me from under his cloak, a smirk breaking across his face.

"Perhaps. But if it's edge can slip between the threads of the universe, it certainly won't get stuck in a Hive's exoskeleton," he said. Then his Ghost materialized.

"... *click* Better safe than sorry..." it vocalized.

"Better safe than dead," Thresher added.

"Well," I started. "If you do plan on severing reality from itself, be sure to let me know. It'd be a grand thing to witness; something worth studying."

Thresher chuckled. "Oh please, you wouldn't be studying anything. You're practically a Titan in robes," he told me.

"I take offense at that," I bantered.

"It was meant to be a compliment," Maul shot back.

I grinned widely. "Touché."

"Okay you fools. We need to get moving," Drent said through a slight hesitation. Our banter often amused him greatly.

"So: The moon. The Hive. Are we delving into Crota's Temple again or are we striking somewhere new?"" I asked.

"Crota's temple again. I'm sure you've heard about the activity in the summoning pits that the warlocks have detected?" Drent ended in a question.

"I am. They say a creature called Phogoth is being drawn from the depths. The Vanguard say taking it out would be a suicide mission. They're prepping a fire-team of well seasoned guardians for an assault... And I'm guessing you want to kill it first..." I observed.

Drent smirked again. "You know me too well, Mason."