"This is the place?"
"Should be around this corner."
"But why here, in the middle of Exodus Black, of all places?"
"I did not ask Mithrax his methods."
"I hate Nessus…"
More muttering and some shushing. Soon the fireteam was organized, a strategy chosen for the infiltration of the Shattered Hull. Arc in, solar out.
The Fallen guards didn't even see them coming, two bullets from the Hunter's hand cannon dropping them. The Titan leapt off the ledge, summoning arclight into his fists, soaring down to the ruined decks dozens of feet below them. He landed, and the entire cave was filled with lightning. Scattering surges ran along the steel floor, megawatts of power sending Fallen to the ground, shuddering as their ether was superheated inside them.
The Warlock landed beside him and provided suppressive fire, sending the Vandals above them diving for cover as her pulse rifle took the slower down one by one in explosions of solar energy. The Hunter slunk in the shadows, knives finding backs and bullets finding eyes, untouchable as she tumbled and leapt over opponents.
The Captain, decorated with an array of destroyed Vex frills, entered the battle, rasping orders, sending Dregs and Wretches pouring from their shelters, a fleet of autonomous Shank drones rising to engage the new threats. Snarling and screeching, the Fallen Eliksni of the House of Dusk charged forward to fight off the human invaders. But it was futile, and they knew it. After all, these were three Guardians, those of the Light, the enders of Houses and the killers of Kells. But favorably for them, the Guardians were not here to destroy them.
Shouts between the humans, and then the Hunter had taken something, her grenade leaving behind a shattered Servitor and a cloud of smoke. Just as quickly as they had entered, the fireteam left, the Warlock weaving walls of flame to block pursuit. They sprinted through the passages of stone and twisted metal, the ancient crash site ideal for exfiltration. The Hull was behind them quickly.
The Hunter got to the ships first, perched atop one of the many square mesas of Nessus. She held up the node she had taken. "Rather small thing. I really hope this is what we're looking for."
The Titan gestured, and she tossed it to him. He produced the Eliksni transponder, and synced it with the node. "Yes, it's the right one. I'm just glad it was here. Those riddles usually get the best of me. Part four of six, complete."
"Here, let me see the next." The Warlock approached, and read the glowing human text, translated from the Eliksni symbols. "Now leave the squalor/ northeast to your archon's ruins/ descend into the belly, deep below/ find the nest, the untouched rations/ behold the legacy of your people." She hummed to herself in satisfaction. "Mithrax, an Eliksni of many talents."
"The European Dead Zone. The sewers," stated the Hunter in all confidence.
"I'll take your word for it..." the Titan muttered.
"North of the ruined cathedral, yes. Our 'archon's ruins.'" The Warlock laughed. "A quaint title for an ancient place of worship."
"Well, I guess we have a flight to take, then." The Titan immediately leapt up and settled into his starship's cockpit.
The Hunter sighed. "But we just got here…"
The Titan tilted his head. "I'm sure we can wait for you to kill a few Vex Minds with Failsafe while Eramis's plots go unchallenged."
A loud sigh. "Fine, fine, you're right!"
The fireteam departed, the three ships breaking the atmosphere in unison.