The gates closed heavily behind them as they walked down one of the many paths of the city. It literally buzzed with life as people scurried to and from one place to another. Feron and Pax nearly got separated from Xawin on plenty of occasions, but they were always easily able to catch back up. Feron felt miserable as he walked, even though many of the sights were new and exciting, this was not where he wished to truly be. Any time the Awoken would turn her gaze to Feron, he'd fake a smile, and pretend to be admiring something else. Pax took notice, but remained silent as they made their way to the heart of the city.

"The building is just ahead. You can get cleaned up, but try not to take too much time. Shuttles to the tower will cease operation soon." Xawin would smile as she pointed to the large building ahead. "I will remain in the lobby, speak to me when you're finished."

"Thank you again, Xawin. I won't be long." Feron would respond as they finally entered the building. He'd step toward the counter, where an young human woman stood. "I'd like to get a shower please." He'd smile, trying to be a charmer, which of course didn't work out in his favor. The woman rolled her eyes, obviously getting this treatment every day before jabbing her thumb toward the males room. "Thanks."

Upon entering the isolated room Feron cast Pax a glance, and the ghost would blink silently before understanding what the Hunter wished. "Right right, I'll remain here, let them know they can collect your armor and get it cleaned up while you wash up. The note here says it can take up to fifteen to twenty minutes for armor to be cleaned, so don't rush yourself in there, or you'll wind up waiting without anything to change into." The Ghost would snicker, watching the Hunter's face for his reaction.

"Oh come on! Don't start that." Feron would chuckle before peeling the armor off piece by piece. He'd set it neatly in the designated area whilst wrapping a towel around himself and heading for the nearest shower stall. The place was well stocked with an assortment of shampoos and body washes, but Feron didn't care the slightest. He simply wished to clean away the grime that coated his body from his trip.

The water ran for nearly a half an hour before the Hunter would step free of its warm spray. A hand would wipe at the water that coated his face, whilst a sigh left his lips. It felt great to be clean again, and even better now that he knew he'd be on his way to the Tower very soon. The towel was replaced around his waist before he stepped out, heading for the now clean pile of armor that sat almost exactly where it had been left.

"Fantastic, I wont smell like a pile of Vandal shit anymore." Feron grinned to himself as he began to strap the armor pieces back to the light under armor.

No sooner had he strapped the final piece on, did Pax suddenly re-appear. "Guardian, we must be on our way. Xawin says the last shuttle to the tower is getting ready to depart now!" His shell spun nervously as he zipped around his Guardian, nudging him forward the best he could with his small body, which in reality did absolutely nothing.

"Oh.. shit!" He huffed, quickly shoving his weapon into his holster and nearly slipping on the wet tile as he sprinted out the doors, following Pax's lead to where Xawin sat waiting. "Sorry!" He called, clutching his helmet to his side as he skidded to a halt beside her.

"Come Guardian! We must get you on that shuttle before it leaves, otherwise you're here for the night, lest you find a Guardian here that has room in their cargo hold for you." She teased, jogging forward.

Feron easily kept up with the Awoken, and his legs begged for him to move faster, but he did not wish to leave this woman that had helped him get this far already. Soon enough a large flat pad lay before them, a single machine sitting, engines running as it hovered the ground.

"There that's where you need to be. Come, I'll get you on board." She panted, obviously not used to such strenuous activities.

The group moved on, the Awoken immediately taking over talking as she reached the guarded door. Feron stood back a ways, letting the two speak while he took the time to take a look around himself. There were many buildings, some looked like apartments, while others looked like they served a larger purpose, such as offices and the sorts. He tried to listen in on the conversation, but most of it was muffled by the hover craft's engines. It wasn't until Xawin waved him over that he finally approached.

"He'll grant you access, however you'll be transmatted from the ship directly into the drop zone on the Tower. Usually shuttles only carry supplies, so I needed to make sure you made it on the Tower, rather then.. in it." She'd grin, which in turn made Feron chuckle.

"Erm.. Transmat?" Feron would question with a confused look.

"Yes? Oh! Right, well your Ghost can explain that better then me." Xawin would reply with a shrug.

"Its better to show then to explain." Pax would respond cautiously. How did one explain Transmat anyways. You teleport from one place to another? That'd likely throw off the hunter's perception of it all.

"Ok, Pax. Anyway, thank you for all your help, Xawin. I will be sure you remember you, and should I find myself in the City, I will try to seek you out." He'd offer a playful wink, to which the Awoken would snicker. He have her one final goodbye before he found himself within the ship itself with no recollection of boarding the vessel. "What the f-!"

"And thaaaat is a Transmat." Pax would appear, hovering before his guardian's face with a smug expression.

"Teleportation? Since when-.. ok just, never mind." Feron would shake his head, still trying to wrap it around what just happened as the ship shook, engines firing beautifully as it lifted itself from the ground and pushed forward into the night sky. The ride was surprisingly short, as he heard the sound of something dock to the bottom of the ship, and a door open. Suddenly a robot appeared from a door, only muttering a 'Hello, Guardian.' Before it moved to begin unloading stuff from the ship, into the hole that opened as the ship docked.

"So.. Transmat I guess?" Feron shrugged at Pax, who bobbled as if to nod.

The world went blank again for a moment as he dropped in to a loud area, his feet hit the ground, and knees nearly gave way before he sprung back up from the sudden impact. His gaze quickly shot around him, suddenly feeling strange in the sense of being out of place. Everyone held their heads high, proud, strong, while he stood there with a confused look upon his features.

"This way, Guardian." Pax would interrupt his thoughts. "Cayde-6 awaits you in the Hall of Guardians."