The Titan sat, studying the transponder. His gaze did not leave it, even as the Hunter strode up to him and perched on the ancient bench, looking over his shoulder. "Whatcha readin'?"
"The words on these nodes… they're all poetry. You know I have a soft spot for poetry."
She snorted. "I'm just glad it's usually the good kind. My question is; why is Mithrax giving us poetry? Wasn't he supposed to be guiding us to some important place or another?"
"I'm… not sure. Sadaria took a look and saw that when all nodes were added, it would give us some extra information, but as it is, without the nodes it is digitally incomplete."
The Hunter nodded, understanding. "And none of us are experts on Fallen tech, either."
"Eliksni," the Titan corrected absently, turning over the transponder over in his hands.
The Hunter looked at him. "What?"
"They call themselves Eliksni."
"...ok?"
There was a pause. The Warlock rose over the ridge and dropped beside them, the barrel of her blocky scout rifle smoking. "There were some Fallen, but the Cabal came in. The signal is still there, but buried beneath interference. I might have kicked the nest a bit."
"In what numbers?"
"A squad or four."
The Titan and Hunter rose. "Perfect," said the Hunter, checking the chamber of her hand cannon, decorated along its length with a single ace of spades. "Let's kill us some Red Legion. I've been itching for another fight with those space rhinos."
"Don't forget the fifth node, Tiana, that's what we're here for." This said, the Titan readied his multi-barreled auto rifle. "I have a feeling the sixth isn't too far away."