John was sitting across from Ivara in the hold of her ship. His ship lay in a burning heap with shock rifle holes littering the burnt hull. He sighed quietly as he took off his helmet and set it next to him. A disappointed look shone in his neon green eyes. His face was very angular but managed to retain a friendly look. Ivara kept her helmet on and spoke to him.
"I wouldn't worry too much about your ship. I'll help you get a new one." Her voice was shaky. Most likely because she had watched him rip a captain to pieces.
His eyes seemed to light up.
"R-really? You'd be willing to do that for me even though we met like three hours ago for the first time?" He said with a shocked tone.
She nodded and shrugged.
"Amanda ows me, well, Cayde a ship anyway." The hunter said with a mischievous smile that was hidden by her helmet.
The ship they were in was dotted with things she'd found on her ventures. Various sets of armor sat in their respectively labeled boxes. A blood stained cloak was hung on the wall.
It wasn't her blood nor was it fresh. The blood that stained that cloak was from her first fireteam.
When she was first resurrected she was paired with a warlock and another hunter. Both suffered death at the hands of a cabal officer right before her eyes. She was unsure as to how she survived but she knew it was something she couldn't explain.
The ship began to rattle and shook her out of her daze. They were approaching the Tower. Ivara got up and moved to the front where the cockpit was located. She held the coms button and called in her ship for landing.