The next morning Fate woke up early as usual though this time she woke up feeling refreshed and happy, something she normally never felt when she woke up. Fate thought back to the last time she woke up feeling refreshed and sighed softly as she pulled Aspen out from under the cloak that doubled as her blanket for the night. His optic was still shut though she could tell he was awake by the slight movements of his outer shell as he thought about whatever it was that Ghosts thought about in their minds. She stood up slowly and set him down on the back of the couch before she looked over at the bed to find Sarah sprawled out, still snoring lightly. Fate shook her head slowly to get the remaining feeling of sleep out of her mind then made her way to the bathroom where she splashed cold water onto her face and began brushing her teeth. After her teeth were cleaned she shut and locked the door before she stripped and entered the shower.

As the wonderfully warm water washed over her soft blue skin she smiled, the last time she had taken a show with warm water was the last time she was at the Tower. After a while she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off before closing her blue eyes and focusing.

"Aspen, can you transmat me a clean jumpsuit please?"

For a moment nothing happened, then her old jumpsuit disappeared in a blue grid before a new, folded and clean, grey jumpsuit appeared on the bathroom sink. She picked it up and unfolded it before sliding it over her body and zipping up the front. Fate like the jumpsuits and enjoyed the way the suits hugged her body. After looking at herself in the small mirror she stepped out, her hair still dripping a few drops of water on the ground behind her as she walked over to the couch to get her armor. As she looked to the bed she saw Sarah sitting up on the edge, clutching her head with a pained look on her face as Aspen hovered in front of her, scanning her with a blue beam of light.

"Hungover?" Fate asked with a smile as she picked up her armor from the floor and began to put it on.

"It's too bright in here." Sarah groaned as she looked up to Fate with squinted eyes.

"Yeah she's hungover." Aspen confirmed as he too gazed over at Fate who was adjusting her chest piece, all the other gear already on besides her helmet which lay on the arm of the couch beside her.

"It's not even that bright in here." Fate said as she let her hand fall to the top of her helmet and gazed around the fairly dark room, dawn just beginning to shine light through the window.

"Yeah it is." Sarah groaned in opposition as she fell back slowly onto the bed. "Thank you for letting me stay here, sorry about what happened last night."

"It was no problem, I wasn't gonna let you walk all the way into the City like you were." Fate said as she grabbed her hand cannon from the table where she had set it the night before. "Aspen, please give her what you used to give me when I'd get hungover." She asked politely as she holstered the gun on her hip.

Aspen nodded and spun the back half of his green shell as he looked through Fate's storage for the tonic he used to give her when she would drink too much. After a moment he stopped looking and a red herb materialized on the nightstand as well as a cup. Fate walked over to the bed and sat down beside Sarah then grabbed the herb and crushed it into a fine powder that she placed in the metal cup. She stood and took the cup to the kitchen sink where she filled it with water then returned to Sarah but before sitting down she held the cup in both hands and shook it slightly to stir up the powder. Then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting her chest rise and fall slowly as she began to focus on a flame she envisioned in her mind. Soon her hands burst into orange flames of the Light and began to heat the liquid in the cup. Sarah looked up at her and starred with a shocked look as the water began to bubble as it boiled.

Fate opened her eyes and smiled as a strong, earthy smell filled the air in the room. The flames dissipated from her hands and she handed the steaming up to Sarah who had sat up and taken the cup into her hands.

"Drink it while it's hot. It's better if it's still hot enough to burn your taste buds, that way you don't taste it." Fate warned as she walked over to her helmet and picked it up. "Aspen can you hold onto this for a bit?" Before she could finish asking, the Ghost dematerialized the helmet. "Thank you."

Sarah looked down at the red liquid and shrugged before she took a sip of the hot liquid, letting it hit her tongue, a mistake she wouldn't make again. Her soft red lips began to pucker as the extremely sour drink washed down her pallet causing her eyes to water and her nose to run. Fate couldn't help but to burst into a fit of laughter after watching Sarah's groggy looking expression turn into one of pure regret and bitterness. Sarah looked up at Fate through squinted eyes that shot daggers at her onlooker.

"Told you to drink it fast!" She giggled uncontrollably as glowing blue tears of joy trickled down from her glowing blue eyes.

"GAHH! That shit it disgusting!" Sarah yelled after her face returned to a normal expression.

"Don't let yourself taste it, drink it fast. See your hangover is already lessened." Aspen said for his guardian who was unable to speak through her laughter,

Sarah rolled her hazel eyes at Fate before she quickly poured the cup into her mouth and swallowed it quickly, shivering unexpectedly as the drink burned its way down to her stomach. Almost instantly Sarah felt the crippling headache fade away to a distant memory. Finally Fate wiped her tears and caught her breath as she stood upright once more looking at Sarah with a grin.

"Better?" Fate asked.

"Shut up." Sarah pouted as she stood and fixed the bed, putting it back in its neat fashion.

"I think that's a yes. What do you think Aspen?" Fate asked as she looked over to her floating companion.

"I think you're right." He replied before heading over to the door which slid open as he shot a blue beam at the control screen.

"I hope I never taste anything like that EVER again." Sarah said with emphasis on ever.

"Well if you don't drink yourself into confession then you won't have to. Now let's go, we should find Fuse and get our first mission." Fate said as she approached the door but stopped looking back at Sarah with a confused look. "Do you and him have weapons?"

"No, we were supposed to go to someone named Banshee-44 and get our weapons." Sarah said as she walked out the door leaving Fate to close up the room.

"Okay good. Which weapons do you like the most? Auto rifles, Scout rifles, Hand cannons, Sidearms?" Fate waved her hand in a circle to show that the list continued as she locked the door behind her.

"Um, well after the attack I had to use a weapon to defend myself. It was a submachine gun but I didn't really like it all that much. I think a scout rifle would probably be best suited to me." Sarah said after thinking it over in her head for a few seconds.

"Hmm. Aspen, do we still have the Vision of Confluence we won in that bet?" Fate asked Aspen who was already waiting at the elevator down the hall.

"Yeah, should I send it to Banshee?"

"Yes." Fate said before turning back to Sarah who walked alongside her. "Okay so what about heavy weapons?" She asked curiously. In Fate's mind, a person's choice of weapons reflected a part of themselves so to her this was a way to learn about Sarah. Her choice of a scout rifle showed that she was not willing to risk fighting in close quarters using a submachine gun which had poor range, but instead opted to be out of direct harm, dealing damage from the edge of enemy perception.

"Fusion rifle!" Sarah exclaimed excitedly before Fate even had a chance to list the different types of heavy weaponry.

"Okay, nice choice. Aspen," Fate said as she stopped at the door of the elevator, waiting for it to come down. "check Marcus' inventory for a weapon called- uhhh, well" Fate thought for a moment but came up blank. "Shit, just check anything that starts with T" She asked as the elevator stopped and opened revealing a platform full of guardians who had just woken up.

Fate and Sarah stepped onto the elevator floor and stood back as the door closed. The crowded elevator was loud enough for the sound of the gears and pulleys that brought the elevator upward to the courtyard to be drowned out under the cacophony of voices talking to one another. Fate looked over to Sarah who was looking at the other Guardians with an admiring expression as her eyes lingered over each person's unique armor and weapons. One person in particular caught and held her attention for longer than the others had. Fate followed her gaze to a female Warlock who was leaning against the far right wall of the elevator. The warlock wore a set of metal trimmed velvet robes that reached down to the knees of her boots which were also trimmed in the same metal that ran along the edges of the robes fabric. The arm armor she wore also matched the velvet and gold metal pattern that was repeated on most of the armor except the helmet. The helmet was made of shiny reflective glass that gave the world outside no view of the wearer inside. Atop the helmet rested a crown made of sharp glass spikes that reached out then curled up at an angle, between the spikes that make up the crown, electricity sparked and arced between the small gaps that separated the spikes from each other.

Fate looked back at Sarah whose eyes were still transfixed on the Warlock and her armor. Reaching out slowly, Fate snapped her fingers in front of Sarah's face, causing her to jump and let out a slight squeak as she turned to look at Fate with an embarrassed look as her cheeks took on a red glow.

"I think you were drooling." Fate teased.

"Was not!" Sarah protested.

"Was too." Aspen added.

"Shut off." Sarah grumbled as the elevator came to a stop at the bustling courtyard.

After stepping off the crowded elevator, Fate led Sarah over to the gunsmith, Banshee-44, who was dealing with a rather loud Titan who was demanding another crate of weapon modifications despite Banshee's refusal. With a low electronic groan, the exo weapons master reached under his counter and pulled out a large black hand cannon with two large barrels. In a flash he pressed the gun to the front of the Titans helmet and pulled back the hammer with his thumb, letting it click loudly as the firing mechanism locked into place.

"I said, no. Now go before your helmet becomes a container for whatever remains of your head after I pull this trigger." Banshee said in a low menacing voice that caused Fate to freeze in her tracks.

The Titan raised his hands in a sign of surrender and stepped back from the gunsmith slowly, waiting until he lowered the gun before her turned and ran back to his waiting fireteam. Sarah couldn't help but laugh as the large Titan turned tail and ran. Fate smiled and approached the gunsmith with a grin on her face.

"You know if you keep chasing away customers you'll go broke." Fate said as she leaned on the counter in a nonchalant manner.

Banshee turned away and began rummaging through a crate that was on the table behind him labeled, 'Today's Reqs'. Sarah could hear the Exo chuckle as Fate's comment from where she stood, slightly behind her Hunter companion. She watched over Fate's shoulder as Banshee turned around with a black and bronze colored rifle in his hands, some parts of the rifle resembling Vex technology which she had read about in the public library as she grew up in the city. Fate nodded and took the gun from his hand before setting it on the table then waiting as Banshee disappeared down the staircase that led to the lower level of his workshop. The soft blue Awoken turned around and smiled at Sarah, motioning for her to come closer to the table.

"He's really not that scary…" Fate said with a smile as Sarah came closer.

"...as long as you don't piss him off." Aspen finished from the other side of Fate.

"Anyway this is your's now. It's called The Vision of Confluence, straight from the Vault of Glass on Venus." Fate said proudly as she handed the lightweight weapon to Sarah.

She took the weapon and held it awkwardly for a moment but soon gained a feel for its weight and size as she raised the ammoless weapon to her shoulder and peered down it's sights. The gun was light and seemed to adjust for her smaller hands by lessening the width of the grip with some nanotechnology that was mentioned in the public records. Sarah lowered the weapon and smiled at Fate who was looking at her proudly. Without thinking Sarah reached out and wrapped Fate in a hug as she realized the value of the weapon she had just been given by someone who she had barely met.

"Thank you." Sarah said genuinely as she pulled back from the embrace.

"Y-you're welcome." Fate said with a shocked tone as her cheeks grew a shade darker though it went unnoticed by both.

Banshee returned carrying in his arms, a gorgeous pearl white and fusion rifle. It's conduction coils were painted a shiny gold and it's charge display was tucked safely behind a panel of beautiful magenta colored plexiglass. Fate grinned as he set the weapon down onto the table gingerly and then stepped back to admire his own handywork. Sarah's eyes lit up once she saw the beautiful mechanism of destruction that had been placed on the table before her.

"I gotta admit it, I did a damn good job with this one. Treat it nicely and give it a high kill count Guardian." Banshee said as he turned away to leave the weapon with the two.

"Wait, how much do I owe?" Fate asked but Banshee only shook his head in reply. "Thank you." Fate said with a smile as she picked up the weapon and handed it to Sarah who was searching for a place to set the Vision of Confluence.

"One your back." Fate said with a slight nod to her back.

Sarah slowly raised the weapon over her head and held it a few inches above the center of her back until the gun was pulled from her hands by a strong magnet that held it firmly in place. She smiled and looked back to see the barrel of the rifle pointing down towards the ground from her right side. Looking back to her front Sarah held out her hands and took the fusion rifle from Fate slowly, letting the weight slowly push down on her arms. This weapon felt perfect in her arms, it was weighted perfectly and felt solid, like it could tear through metal, flesh, or anything else that sought to stop her. Sarah raised the weapon to her shoulder and looked down it's glowing purple, holographic, semicircular sights. As she lowered it, Sarah shot a beaming smile to Fate who was staring at her with a grin of pride.

"This thing is amazing! What is it called?!" Sarah asked excitedly as she looked over the gun once more, admiring every detail of the intricate weapon.

"I don't know, Banshee doesn't usually name them so this one if for you to decide." Fate said as she looked over to Banshee who had laid out plenty of stacks of ammo for Sarah's Ghost to store, unknowing that she possessed no Ghost. "Oo, Aspen can you supply two people with ammo packs?" Fate asked her Ghost who bobbed his reply before placing the ammo into storage after scanning the many packs with a blue beam.

"Hmmm, I think I'll wait to name it. I wanna shoot it first." Sarah said as she placed it on her back next to the Vision.

"Fair enough. When me and Aspen found it aboard the Dreadnought it was far beyond damaged. I asked Banshee to fix it for me and to save it's schematics. As far as records show, it's the only one to exist." Fate said as she turned to look out at the busy courtyard where a fight looked like it was beginning to break out, in it's center, Fuse.

Sarah followed her gaze to Fuse and gasped as the large Titan who threw him to the ground drew his shotgun and took aim at his head.

"FUSE!" Sarah screamed at the top of her lungs.