I took up my helmet, a lightweight piece of hardware I had gotten from the Dead Orbit faction that always hung out in the Hangar. After having my Ghost summon my Gjallahorn rocket launcher from the "Storage Universe", or at least that's what I call it, I headed out of my room. The Ghallahorn is an extremely rare, extremely powerful weapon made for the few survivors of the Twilight Gap, I found mine, hidden deep in the Grottos with the Hive, I took it, and I have a special connection to it. I flip back my cloak's hood, my helmet in one hand, Gjallahorn under my other arm, it has special ammo, so I need to bring it to the Gunsmith first. To my good luck, my teammate Cyrus is there, talking to Banshee as usual.
"Aw, c'mon, how hard would it be to get Xur to give you some guns, almost no one is over here anymore man. I'm just looking out for you." I smile to myself, leaning against the big tree nearby to hear how this is gonna end. Cyrus has never been lucky at finding things while out in the wilds, so he constantly tries to find ways to get things easier. In this case, it sounds like he's trying to get Banshee to get weapons from Xur, this guy, well... thing, that sells us rare gear and weapons for the weird coins, and sell them for Glimmer, since he never finds any of the coins.
"No, I sell Tower made items, not something one of the Nine brought." Everyone knows about the Nine, secretive people that have access to secrets and powerful items, but no one really knows anything else.
"But that's your problem, you don't wanna sell what people want to get, and than you don't sell anything!" Cyrus threw his arms up, emphasizing his point, he's a very dramatic person. I grin as I walk up to the booth, placing my hand on Cyrus' shoulder, and Gjallahorn on the table.
"Hey guys. Cyrus, stop harassing Banshee, I'll let you have some of those coins, next time I find some." Banshee chuckles, a robotic sounds, almost like rusty bells clanging.
"Thank you Felix, this kid will just never learn that he needs to work for stuff. Want me to fill her up?"
"And three extra shells, thanks Banshee."
"Of course." I turn to Cyrus as Banshee went to his little safe, he only keeps special ammo clips in there, they're useful on the field and are easy to use. I look Cy in the eyes, than hit him in the gut.
"What have we said Cyrus?" Cyrus gasps, dramatic as usual, I only hit him hard enough to just bruise,
"Don't be an ass..."
"Right, now man, I'm sorry, but we need to get the others. Any idea where they are? It's important." He looks at me, more serious now, as a look of confusion passes along his face.
"They're at the Hangar, talking with Holliday about getting Jagger a new Sparrow. According to Andrew, he crashed his old one and it fell into the Hellmouth, his Ghost couldn't even summon a piece of it."
God. He was stupid. Jagger was a Warlock, a smart guy, but despite his intelligence, he was an idiot, always doing stupid things and ending up having to pay for it. This one time, we were all engaged in battle against a Vex Templar and a ton of smaller minions, actually on our way to fight the aforementioned Atheon, when he suddenly blared random noises that he had recorded while out on missions. That blast of random noise, and the confusion and disorientation that came with it, caused Andrew to lose focus and get killed by a Minotaur. Thank God for our Ghost's ability to revive us, or I would have lost a good friend. I chuckle to myself and put my arm over Cyrus' shoulders
"Sorry for hitting you man, that wasn't cool."
"No, it wasn't," he replied, grinning despite my playful attack, "what exactly do you need us all for man?" He looks at me, knowing something was wrong. Cyrus was a Hunter like me and Andrew, and he had a keen eye. In battle, and for people's emotions and body language.
"I'll tell you when everyone gets together, all I can say here, is that it's insanely important." We stop talking for the time being, walking in silence as we head through the hall to the enormous Hangar. The Hangar was an enormous place, the docking station taking up over one half of the room, the rest was taken up by the recruitment centers of the Dead Orbit and Future War Cult factions, the booth where the robotic Vanguard quartermaster sold the powerful weapons crafted in the Tower, and finally, the shop of Amanda Holliday, the Tower's one-and-only shipwright. Amanda was a cool woman, smart and good with machines. She often asked for Guardians to fetch rare parts for her from the wilds, and sometimes rewarded large amounts of effort and pieces with a new Sparrow, or far less often, a new ship. But at this moment, Amanda was not a happy woman, and the obvious cause was Jagger. The Warlock looked like he was about to piss himself as the blonde shipwright yelled in his face, something about "an irresponsible idiot", and "how hard it was to construct Sparrows". Andrew was off to the side with Alyssa, he was a tall Hunter that specialized in combat with scout rifles and was a great warrior. He, like Cyrus, was really unlucky with his loot findings in the wilds, only just getting enough of those Strange Coins to buy his first weapon from Xur. And boy, he was annoyed when I found Gjallahorn in the Grottos, convinced that he had been cursed by Xur to forever be unlucky, and all because Andrew often went to talk to the mysterious man without being able to make a purchase. As he watched Holliday let rip on Jagger, he whispered to Alyssa, and like the guy that was being yelled at, she was a Warlock, a true master at manipulating Solar energy. She is kind and warm, a real people person. She and I had a relationship a while ago, but we broke up mutually because we though dating within the team was a bad idea. We don't hold anything against each other, but at times, it is a little awkward. I looked at Cyrus, who tried to stifle his laughs, with little success.
"As much as we both love this Cy, I think we're gonna have to intervene."
"Awe, c'mon, let's watch just a little longer." I chuckle at my friend, but walk towards the enraged Holliday. I can hear her words more clearly now, and I smile as I piece together the conversation.
"Than you go and dump your Sparrow into the Hellmouth?! This is the third new one you've needed in the past six months! What we you trying to do? Jump it again?!" You could practically see the steam coming from her ears as Jagger replied sheepishly.
"I didn't try to jump it this time, I saw that didn't work the first time I needed a new one... I was trying to hit a Knight into the pit..." He looked down, eyes squinted shut as I ran up before Amanda could belt him again. I put my arm on Jagger's shoulder and pushed him behind me.
"Sorry Amanda! He was an idiot, so please, give him one for chance? I will personally make sure he doesn't screw up again." I can see Holliday calm down, thinking as she considered what I said. I always felt like she had a soft spot for me, she always got off of Jagger when I came to help. She smiled half-heartedly at me, than came to her decision.
"Fine, I won't flay him alive this time, since you asked nicely. But since he's your responsibility, next time he destroys one of his vehicles, both of you will be cleaning every ship that comes through here for the next month!" Ok, maybe she doesn't have a soft spot for me.
"You got it Mandy," I smiled, using the nickname she likes, "It will not happen again. Right man?"
I nudge Jagger forward and he walks up to Amanda.
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
"It better not, sorry for exploding, now it looks like Felix wants to talk to the three of you." She smiles at me, a nice, genuine smile, and I return it before saying my goodbyes and walking back to Cyrus, my fireteam in tow. Once we make it back to the main balcony, I stop in the grass and turn to my friends.
"Ok guys, something's up. And you all need to know."
