Kestral held one of his upper forearms in front of his face to block the soil being sent towards him by gusts of wind. Other than the whistling wind, the Fallen Guardian could hear his vex companion mumbling under his breath yet could not make out what he was saying.
Once in a while, Independence would tell Kestral to stop talking despite having spoken not a word. Whatever unbalance was going on inside that liquid mind, Kestral wasn't sure. But he sure knew that the state of his partner made him feel a subtle sense of loneliness. If an ambush were to happen, would the Goblin be in a proper condition to defend himself from challengers?
The two Guardians of Osiris ventured into the juvenile sandstorm that hissed through the streets and alleyways of the derelict urban area. Their Ghosts were marking the location of the Golden Age facility they were looking for, having to shout as the winds picked up.
The ocean of voices inside the Goblin's mind may have been hushed for the most part, but they were quickly waking. And small pulses of Vex voices were probing against the consciousness of Independence. One of these pulses came hard and threw the victim onto his knees, his gears digging into the sand.
The Vex felt a pair of arms raising him up by the shoulders as a lower pair took his left arm and placed it over what he found was Kestrel's neck.
One Guardian helping the other, the two of them continued on towards the building in the heart of a rising storm.
The two Guardians and their ghosts entered into the dark plaza of the Clovis Bray Center through a door that had been previously torn down by someone or something else.
Booths that had long ago been for warm drinks and administration filled wall spaces here and there. A large black pyramid was displayed in the center of the room, likely to portray some sort of abstract message as a monument. The room was littered with obliterated vex hulls. Mind fluid littered the floors like buckets of spilt milk that folks would sigh with relief rather than cry over.
Kestrel brought Independence down to sit and lean his back against the huge pyramid. Kestral peered at the large structure until his ghost appeared, ready to answer a question the Guardian was too focused to ask despite desiring to do so.
"From my scans, this work of art was crafted out of multiple different ores that can be found on mars. Likely constructed and placed here in honour of this planet. But the shape represents what is arguably the magnum opus of the Scientist himself; Clovis Bray. I believe the technology was called-"
"Something moved!" Kestrel whispered sharply, pointing towards a small object in the corner of the room. The seeking eye hovered higher up to look at what his Guardian was bringing attention to. A surveillance camera from the golden age.
The ghost zipped past it's group and straight up to the small electronic. Based on the wiring and the condition of the camera, it was indeed capable of use. Someone could be watching them.
Independence moved out of the way as the top of the large black pyramid was splitting open suddenly. A beam of red light stabbed upwards to the ceiling of the dark plaza. The Guardians and their ghosts watched from a distance as the pyramid divided into four flat triangles like some eerie metal flower ready to bloom.
The tips of the triangles reached the floor, creating ramps into a passageway illuminated with red lighting. Independence pushed himself off the ground to examine the entrance that had opened to them. The Vex managed to clear his head and pull some words together.
"Only one way to discover if this is our invitation."