I set down in the Eliksni district of the Last City, dropped off by Crow before he returned to his studies. The district was loud with the sounds of productivity and work as Eliksni worked claw in claw to nest in the ramshackle buildings and platforms.

A few turn to face me before Mithrax-kel rushes towards me. "Greetings Coeniks, I'm sure you would like to meet the Eliksni of House Light, but we must preserve secrecy for as long as possible." He turns to the ground behind me and activates a mechanism within the floor. "We will be testing your arc abilities in the old black armory vault; Ikora-kel is already below."

I dropped into the tunnel and allowed my light to assist with the landing; the descent led into a sleek black and red room. Ikora-kel rose from meditation to greet me as Mithrax-kel descended more traditionally.

"Greetings Coeniks, glad you are more timely than the rest of your fireteam has been in the past. Are you ready to feel the light in new ways?" Ikora-kel approached me and let arc chain between her fingers as she spoke. "Arc is the most connective form of light; it chains, spreads, and connects at every possible chance."

"The Eliksni rely on Arc for most of our practical tools, and this is due to its ease of connecting to circuitry systems. The same arc core can fuel a shank, a wire rifle, a shock mine, and even a pike." Mithrax-kel spoke as he walked around to stand next to Ikora-kel. "I've seen your work splicing, you have worked with arc machines as much as any other Eliksni."

"Pull out your Splicer gauntlet, and weave arc out of the network."

I transmat in my Splicer gauntlet and begin to twist the vex network into arc light again. The grid fought my fingers slightly before I pulsed more light into my fingers; it responded by glowing bright blue and arcing energy between each strand. I looked to my mentors, saw the nods of affirmation they gave and began to weave.

Spinning and twisting the light over and over again I saw the way that arc caught upon itself. It couldn't be spun too tightly or the polarities would be in opposition, and pushing it too far apart led to no connections forming and the threads dissembling. The work was more of patience than anything else, and I twisted the strands into one final positive charge knot.

My work hung in the air, charged energy-full and glowing: a perfect recreation of the Traveler.

"Impressive work, Coeniks, I've not seen arc itself weaved before." Ikora-kel paced around my work and pushed it with an arc-charged hand.

"I appreciate the kind words, but it is the vex network that allowed me to weave this."

Mithrax-kel interjected now. "Look at your gauntlet, Guardian. You are giving yourself far less credit than your skill has earned."

I glance at my arms and my gauntlet appears inert. "How did I pull more arc-string then?"

"You made it Coeniks; your light is all you needed to weave together this art piece. The Warlock must become the storm, the Hunter wields lightning, and the Titan forces the storm through them. You appear to weave arc light instead." Ikora-kel's explanation made sense, but leaves worry for my arc capabilities.

"How can I weave against the vex, against any foe? I need to be able to fight, not create."

She smirks now. "I chose this vault for a reason; this is the very spot where Eliksni ingenuity met human technology to create a weapon of both incredible versatility and strength."

A weapon appears within her hands, a launcher of human shape but distinctly Eliksni design. "Its name is Anarchy, named for how its ammunition functions."

She fires a single shot into the ceiling; a grenade latches to it and pulses rhythmically. "The grenades send out a seeking signal every few moments, looking for a return signal."

Another shot hits the ceiling near the first, and a chaining string of arc light launches from one to the other. "When a grenade receives an arc pulse from another grenade it sends out energy towards the source of the pulse; the energy grounds into the original pulse-giver and forms a consistent chain. This system allows any number of grenades to bond together with no advanced circuitry within the original launcher platform, and this union between individuals with no central connection is the anarchy it is named for."

I look to the two grenades, watching the energy stream dance slightly as the air cooks from the charge. "I trust that this weapon is merely a demonstration tool and not a gift."

"Your enthusiasm is appreciated, but yes, it will return to the vaults once we return to the Tower." She returns the weapon to data space. "Do you understand why I showed you this weapon, and do you think you could create something similar?"

I lift my arms and think about my short time alive, the methods and materials that worked best to build defense grids, shields, and arc blades all dance within my mind. I hold the image of an arc-spear within my mind and shape my light into my hand, psst my claws, and into the air beyond it; the spear forms within my hand and I call another, and another, and a fourth. I hold four arcing, charged spears of light, and, feeling the heft of the one in my upper right hand, throw it against the far wall. It impacts deeply and waits for a partner; I answer its request with another to the floor near it, and again to the floor and another wall.

The spears come alive as their brother's and sister's impact the earth nearby, and the arc streams that form between them are bright and pure.

I have crafted four spears already, but the energy I have pulled from still has so much to give. Four more spears appear within and exit my claws in an instant.

"Most impressive, a web of light and thunder, you are a quick learner Coeniks." Ikora walks to the nearest spear and toys with its energies. "Mithrax-kel, do you have any insights to share with our student?"

"Young one, your artistry continues to amaze me; I would like to see you try to weave something more mechanically complex."

"Yes sir, Mithrax-kel." My lower arms take over primarily, weaving a base I've crafted of metal many times in my past. My upper arms quickly twist together a small ball of light and slam it into the base before I throw it. The newly crafted web mine beeps softly as it waits for its target.

I turn to Ikora-kel. "The sensation when I made that was strange, it felt similar to the solar infusion of my claw strikes."

"The light you wield is subdivided fairly naturally, your light knows where best its strength lies and will collect at different rates for each part. Your grenade, melee, class, and super all are pooled at different points in your soul." She thinks for a second. "I suppose your arc web works similarly to the smoke bomb of a Hunter, fascinating."

She walks towards me and raises a hand towards my own. "You've done well today, I trust that you will practice your new abilities as well as show restraint with your more...worrisome skills. It is a custom that the first guardian to register a new ability with the vanguard gains naming rights for it, and you have discovered two."

I take her hand and shake it as she speaks. "I shall call this new set of tricks the Shockweaver, and the solar ability shall be named Sunsplicer."

"Most appropriate, I am proud of sharing a title with one who wields the sun" Mithrax-kel pats my back. "I will be sad to see you leave for a time, but it is for the beat that you return to the Tower, I will need to see you again soon Coeniks."

"Let's go see how my unhappy assistants are doing, shall we?" Ikora chuckles to herself as she rises from the pit to her jump-ship.

I push the light into my feet and launch upwards to follow.