Frea materialized out of her jumpship and landed on one of the many barges spread across the entirety of Titan. Saturn's largest moon, every surface of the satellite was covered by immense oceans, the atmosphere able to support life. Once it allowed for colonies during the Golden Age to build a vast city towering over the stormy waves, though now those buildings were nothing but shells of the past. The ship suddenly rocked to the side, nearly knocking the huntress off her feet. She crouched to the ground to steady herself and clicked her helmet into place. Falling into these rough waters would be deadly, even for her.

"Vanguard fleet." Her Ghost expanded next to her as it spoke, honing in on the comm network in the area. "Guardian Hunter on approach, we received your beacon and we're ready to join the fight." For a moment nothing happened. Frea worriedly chewed on her lip. Maybe something happened to them, she should have gotten here sooner. The breath she was holding came out in a shudder when a voice finally came through the line.

"Guardian, this is Zavala. It's too late. The Hive have overrun Titan, I was wrong to bring us here."

"Commander!" Despite the regret and sadness lining Zavala's tone, Frea was overjoyed to hear he was still alive at least . She hoped the rest of the fleet was as well. "We're here to help," she said.

"Frea?" The Titan responded, surprised by her sudden appearance. "No! I've lost too many lightless Guardians trying to secure this moon. We cannot defeat the Hive."

"That's no problem then, I have my light back." She smiled.

A pause. "What?" He spoke in a mere whisper. "Impossible."

"Pardon my intrusion." A new voice cut into the line. It was female, belonging to someone Frea didn't know. "Guardian, this is Deputy Commander Sloane. As you know, we have a plan but that station needs to get up and running for us to deploy it. We need access to the control center. If the light really is with you, send the Hive back to hell."

"And Frea," Zavala added. "Please, be careful."

They sent the huntress a barrage of coordinates to the control station and last known locations of Hive nests. It wasn't far from where she landed, but the docks between her and it were going to be a problem. Many of the structures were steadily sinking, becoming victims to the hungry depths below. She was going to have to run for it.

"Well, Ghost." Frea pulled out her hand cannon. "Time to get a little payback on those Hive bastards."


Getting to the control center was going to be harder than she thought. She was swarmed by Hive the moment her foot stepped off the sinking docks. Thralls plagued every nook and their Knight counterparts weren't too far behind. It was worse inside the buildings, where they already infested the walls with pulsing egg sacs and yellowed sludge that made Frea's stomach churn in unpleasant ways. She took the time to shoot out the eggs as she passed through each contaminated room. The Hive reproduced at alarming rates and she wasn't going to give them a chance to bounce back from this.

"They are getting angrier," her Ghost hummed into her comm.

"Understandable. I am killing their creepy worm babies." The huntress climbed back out into the foggy air, grateful to be outside again. "How far to the control center?"

"Just around the corner. I'm detecting a massive Hive signature there," it replied. Frea sighed, wiping some sticky goo off her cape. The Hive here were endless, her ammo however, was not. "There's something else." Her Ghost continued. "I'm picking up two weak Guardian signals, they have your clan markings."

"What?" She straightened. "Are they okay?"

"Hard to say, without their light Guardians only show up as a faint ping on my radar. I'm not even sure of their exact locations or conditions."

"Ah," she whispered her reply, her shoulders slumped.

"They could still be alive, Frea." Her Ghost picked up on her disappointment. "We won't know until we find them."

The huntress shook her head, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. "Right. We secure the control room and then look for my clanmates. They might need help."

With newfound determination, she sprinted toward the central hub where all the docks and barges merged into one. The space was wide open, every metallic surface slick from the constant mist coming off the ocean. Immediately, she spotted the door leading to the command center and the mass of Thralls and Wizards guarding it. Most worrisome was the huge Knight in the middle of it all. If she could surprise them, then maybe they'll fall to her super before getting a chance to fight back. In her rush, it seemed like a gamble worth taking.

Frea fell to a knee and used the wet ground to slid into the group, catching them off guard. She twirled, summoning her Arcstrider staff into her hands, and melted the majority of the Thralls with a barrage of electricity. However the Knight was barely affected by her careless attack, he grabbed the huntress out of her spin without much effort. The staff instantly vanished when he gripped her by the throat, pulling her feet far off the ground. She struggled against his grasp, widely kicking her legs in an attempt to get free. Her lungs burned for oxygen as her vision started to darken.

A shot ran out and she heard the Knight hiss in pain. His spiny fingers on her neck released and she tumbled through the air, her mind still frazzled from suffocation. The huntress braced herself for a hard landing, but it never came. When her eyesight finally returned to normal, she found herself face to face with a Titan, his face hidden behind a helmet she didn't recognize.

"T-thanks," she said. Whoever this was had caught her midair, saving her from a nasty fall.

He peered at her with a tilt of his head. "Stupid," he grumbled.

Frea frowned. Yeah, what she did was dumb but he didn't need to rub her face in it.

The Knight behind them roared and another bullet cut through the rain, silencing the creature's scream. The Titan wasn't alone. Frea fidgeted in his arms to look for the presumably friendly sniper, but couldn't see much over the armor blocking her view.

"Can you let me go now? I can walk," she said a bit too spitefully. The Titan opened his arms, dropping her without warning. Her butt ached when she hit the ground. She shot an annoyed look up at the stranger but he wasn't paying attention. He unholstered a rocket launcher off his back and hefted it over his shoulder, aiming it directly at the injured Knight trying to recover. Frea turned away just in time to avoid the aftershock of the projectile. The remainder of the Hive were blown away in a cloud of ash and fire, they didn't stand much of a chance against the heavy weapon. With a satisfied grunt, the Titan put away the rocket launcher and looked down at Frea again. He tapped the side of his helmet with a finger.

"What?" The huntress stood up, confused at what this bizarre man wanted.

"Guardian," her Ghost spoke up in her head. "I believe he wants us to open our comms."

"Oh. What do you only speak with insults then?" She commented toward the Titan, who only gave her a shrug, then pressed her fingers to the comm built into her helmet. Immediately a voice she knew came through.

"Frea! Is that you I see in my scope?"

"Maku!?" Her heart leapt. These two must be the source of the signals her Ghost picked up earlier. "What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you the same thing." Even over the comm, the huntress could tell the Warlock was grinning. "Your light is back and you've come to save the day as usual I see."

She sighed. "I'm trying to at least."

"Good, Aner and I were dying of boredom." Maku chuckled. "Commander Zavala just got word that everything is clear. Go talk to him, and I'll meet you down there after." A click signaled the line going dead.

Frea looked up to see the Titan named Aner already striding off toward the control center. She hurriedly jogged forward to follow him.


The rain was coming down in sheets as Frea watched the jumpship land, the water soaked her hair so quickly she regretted not leaving her helmet on. Zavala and a woman she figured was the Deputy Commander stepped off the cargo ramp. Sloane quickly ran by the huntress, giving her a sharp nod as she passed.

"I didn't dare believe," Zavala said as he stopped in front of Frea, his glowing eyes regarding her. "If the light found its way back to you, then perhaps there is hope after all." He smiled slightly, but that soon vanished behind a solemn expression. "Our numbers dwindle by the day, we can no longer protects ourselves, much less the survivors. And without the light..." The Titan looked down at his armored fist. "Are we even Guardians anymore?"

"Commander," Frea whispered. She thought about Shaxx and the lesson he taught her when she was just a rookie. That experience doesn't make a Guardian, and neither does their light. It was the sole reason she hadn't fallen to the same question Zavala was asking himself right now. "Let me help, the light might be gone for now but that doesn't mean we can't still fight."

Zavala averted his gaze as he seemed to considered her offer, finally he clasped his hands behind his back. "We won't last long with dead generators. Wave Energy Converters power this station but thanks to the Hive, they're in need of...attention."

"I can take care of it."

The Commander nodded. "Yes, I believe you can."

Frea walked back into the control center to find her clanmates chatting with Sloane. The shelter was warm and dry, a pleasant reprieve from the constant downpour outside. Though, the entire place was a mess, like the station's previous tenants left in a hurry. Nearly every metal surface was coated with a thick layer of rust, it was a miracle that anything was still in working order.

Maku greeted her with a short wave. "Going for the generators, huh? Sounds like fun," he flatly said, the sarcasm heavy in his tone.

"When is wrecking Hive ever not fun?" Frea asked.

"I mean, that one time when we infiltrated the Hellmouth to go after Crota wasn't really on my list of good moments. But sure, Frea, whatever floats your boat."

"Noisy." Aner cut in with his one-worded comment.

The huntress's eyes drifted over to the Titan. "So who's this, Maku?"

"This is my brother, Aner. You've probably noticed already but he doesn't talk much. Which is fine because that just means I can talk more." The Warlock rested an arm on Aner's shoulder, which the Titan promptly brushed off.

"Is he part of the clan? I'm surprised I've never seen him at any of our gatherings." Frea raised a brow.

"He's been stationed to patrol here on Titan for over a year now. When everything went to hell, I flew out from Venus to check up on him, ended up finding the idiot trapped in a Hive nest after setting fire to it. We decided to stick around when we got word that Zavala was planning something here. Lucky us."

"Are you two going with the Commander to the Farm then?" She asked.

"Maybe. After we clear out the generators first," Maku replied. The tone of his voice when he said 'we' caught Frea's attention.

"No way, you are not coming with me. You could die," she said firmly.

His usual permanent smirk melt away, replaced by a resolute expression rarely seen on the Warlock's blue face. "Because we don't have our light? Didn't we just save you from becoming a Knight's dinner? Besides, we'd much rather die assisting your mission than cower in some corner hoping you'll succeed in getting the City back from the Cabal's clutches."

Aner nodded. "Our home. Our fight."

"Look at that." Maku obnoxiously motioned toward the Titan. "You got him to say more than two words, Frea. He must like you." Aner rolled his eyes with an agitated huff, his brother was a handful to deal with, even for him it seemed.

Frea sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Maku was one of the oldest Guardians in her clan and the best sniper she knew. No doubt his skills and his brother's knowledge of the area would be a great asset. "Alright, fine. But please let me take point, so if anything happens I'll be the one to take the hit."

"Yes, ma'am!" He mocked a salute with another grin plastered over his face. "I'm best at a distance anyway, I can keep an eye on your back while Aner watches your flank. We'll get this place running like new in no time."