A/N:

So friggin' sorry this took so long. My muse has sooo dead lately, but I hopefully made up for the delay with a long chapter. Enjoy!

He'd slept comfortably within the cargo hold most of the night, this time there were no nightmares to plague his sleep, thankfully. In all honesty, the Hunter didn't even dream as he rested on the stiff cot he'd set up hours before. Holliday hadn't lied when she told him it was small. He had enough room to take maybe two steps from the cot to reach the other side of the ship where a weapon's rack was situated, along with some shelving. Currently the shelves contained his armor, having stripped down so that he might rest a bit more comfortably, and his weapon strapped into one of the few available weapon pegs.

He hadn't slept this well since he was reborn, and as Pax roused him, he woke feeling refreshed. It was clear in his features that he'd rested easy, and as he sat up, legs swung over the edge of the cot, he would wipe away the sleep from his eyes. Today was to be an interesting one, or so he thought at least, which had him eager to get up and going.

"Haven't slept that well in ages." He'd mutter as he slowly stood from the cot, stretching with a grunt as Pax tapped into the ship to illuminate the dark cargo bay. He hardly bothered with his bedding, which only really consisted of a small pillow and a thin blanket, and left it coiled at the edge of the cot as he moved to where his armor lay. Piece by piece it was re-applied, buckles being latched, and straps tightened before he would turn to his Ghost.

"Alright. Lets get this over with." He would grin, tucking his helmet under his arm while shoving his pistol into its holster and shouldering his pack.

He simply blinked and he was within the cockpit of the ship. He was finding this transmat thing pretty damn awesome, even though it was strange as all hell how it even worked. Eyes would search for Pax as he set his things to his side, and finally the Ghost would appear, bobbing forward to help direct the Hunter back to the tower.

"It's not as complex as you might think. You simply punch in the coordinates, and the ship directs a path for you, all you have to do is make sure you don't crash." The little ball of light would mutter as he displayed the coordinates to the Hunter, watching as they were punched into the computer. "I will always have the coordinates for you, so don't worry about trying to memorize them, as there is obviously no need."

"Right, right." Feron would nod, finishing off the coordinates within the system, and watching as the ship's computer plotted the best course to reach back to the Last city. Thankfully Pax had kept them relatively in the same area as the last city while in orbit, moving the ship every few hours to insure they would not have a long distance to travel when morning came.

Feron would tug his helmet over his head, allowing it to snap into place while it powered his heads-up display. It took a few seconds to calibrate, but eventually he could see the course he needed to take to reach the tower. With a soft sigh he would roll his shoulders, curious yet eager to see what the day held for them.

"Well, off we go." He would say, pushing the steering column forward, listening as the engines roared to life. He figured returning to Earth's atmosphere would be a bit more hectic, but it was smooth as the engines seemingly defied gravity, lowering him into the stratosphere with no problems what so ever. The ship rocketed just over the layer of cloud cover that separated him from the troposphere, following the way-point he was directed with on his HUD. Soon enough they loomed closer, the counter along side the way-point growing lower and lower as he dove the ship through the clouds, flying just below them as they neared their destination.

"Don't forget to call yourself in, traffic control would have a fit about it." Pax would warn his Guardian, sending the signal to Feron so that he could radio ahead.

"Traffic control," Feron would page in as he neared the tower, figuring his Ghost was right about that at least. "Requesting landing access to the hangar, over."

"This is Traffic control, access permitted. Please tell your Ghost to dock the ship in the left side of the hangar. Have a pleasant day. Traffic control out." Was sent back quickly.

"That was easy." Feron arched a brow as he pulled the ship closer, allowing Pax to take over. "Said to take it to the left side. I guess I'll see you once you're out?"

"Of course, I'll be right with you." Pax responded before sending in his Guardian via transmat.

Boots were ready for the impact this time, and he quickly regained his posture, straightening out his short cowl as he reached up to pull his helmet away. He frowned, realizing he probably should have left it within the ship, and that's when Pax saved the day again.

"Here, let me store that for you. I'll bring it back when you need it again." He would say, running his laser over the helmet in the Hunter's outstretched hand and storing it back in the hunters ship with a simple send address.

"Thanks Pax." Feron would say as he quickly stepped forward, wanting to kick this off as quickly as possible. His feet made almost no sound as he headed back down the familiar stairs, quickly sucking past a seeming occupied Eris Morn. "God she gives me the creeps." He shuddered as the words were uttered under his breath, which Pax quickly picked up on.

"Yeah, I'm not even human and I feel the same way." His single eye turned to his guardian as the words were spoken before back to the front as they continued on. Figuring his guardian had it from here, he would carefully tuck himself away into the Hunter's pack, leaving him to his business with the Vanguard.

The sounds of laughter could be heard echoing through the hallway, and as Feron neared the open room at the end of the Hall of Guardians, he spotted two female awoken chatting happily with Cayde. His steps paused momentarily, not wishing to disrupt the group as they talked about nothing at all, and so he waited patiently along the door's arch way for what seemed like ages. They still did not budge from the spot, and finally the Hunter grew impatient, approaching with a slight scowl. The scowl did not last for long when the two guardians turned to him when his throat cleared, and his voice caught in his throat before his eyes darted between the two. Sisters maybe? They looked nearly identical, the only difference was that one was a tad shorter then the other and their distinct eye color.

Nervously he turned his gaze away, focusing on Cayde. "The Speaker suggested you help set me up with a fireteam so that I might learn as quickly as possible how this entire organization operates." He would say, doing his best to ignore the stunned looks he was given from the two Awoken. 'yes yes, I get it, stare at the newbie everyone.' He would think to himself as Cayde seemed to ponder over his words.

"Well, since I already have these two ladies here." Cayde trailed on slightly, watching as the two sisters shared a glance. "Oh come on, Xanthe, the least you can do is help him out, show him what its like to be a Hunter." He would try as the two Awoken fixed a glare on him.

The one addressed rolled her golden orbs, arms folding over her chest as she shifted her weight to a single hip. "Yeah, sure whatever. We will show him around, but don't count on sticking with the fire team afterwards, newborn." She directed the last half to Feron as she turned to her sister. "My sister and I rarely team up together to begin with, we just happened to be returning from patrol at the same time and figured we would catch up." She added to at least try and not sound so harsh.

"Good, no off with you all, I've got a meeting to go to." Cayde would clasp his hands together as if pleased with himself before turning himself back to his work.

Feron felt a little put off by Xanthe's attitude, but they were his best chance at becoming more self sufficient out in the field. Not to mention, they were both hunters, and could teach him better then any other class available. Hazel gaze would flicker between the two Awoken as they shared a final glance, and as they headed out of the hall, he was quick to follow after them.

"I'm Feron." He'd finally say, trying to make small talk, as well as attempting to get the name of the second sister, who seemed unhappy with this whole situation.

"Xanthe, this is Xeres-"

"Oniks!" The other hissed, quickly cutting her sibling off. "My name is Oniks."

"Yeah, whatever." Xanthe grumbled afterward, rolling her eyes as they stepped into the main Tower Watch. "So, what do you know so far? So we can jump right into the unknown and get this over with."

"Not much, I know what enemies we face, and how to kill them. Pax told me a little bit about gear and weapons, and the Speaker explained to me a little of the power each Guardian can possess. That is all." He would shrug, slowing his pace as the two stopped to turn his way.

"No one explained to you about patrols? Nor about Bounties?" Oniks would huff, "That's the best way to make that sweet sweet glimmer." She would smirk, which prompted another eye roll from Xanthe.

"Always about the glimmer, even after all this time." She would scoff at her sister, but nodded. "She is correct, however. Glimmer is indeed a necessity to life, it gets you food, drink, weapons, and other things that will become relevant later on when you advance in the ranks." She would wave Feron along as she rounded the railing of the stairs that lead down, and up the stairs just beside it where a mech stood idly. "This is where you can find bounties, they change daily and can range from here on Earth to as far out as Saturn, however." She raised a finger to the new Hunter. "We're sticking closer to home. Earth bounties only please." Her last sentence was directed to the mech who obliged with a very short list.

"Cosmodrome Reconnaissance would be a simple one." Oniks pitched in, while she pulled Feron over by tugging his arm so that he could see how it operated.

"Uh.. ok?" Feron mused as he looked over the listing, taking initiative and nodding. "Sooo what do we do now?"

"Its obv-," Xanthe would pause, frowning as she realized she was to be teaching not scolding. "Call your Ghost, he will link up with the bounty and keep track of it until it is completed."

Feron nudged his pack, Pax appearing just before them as exuberant as always. "Oh! What did I miss?" His shell spun in excitement before turning to the bounty tracker. "Oh, how exciting, bounties!"

"Pax, this is Oniks, and Xanthe. They'll be showing us the ropes." Feron would explain before pointing at the bounty board. "We're picking up the Cosmodrome Reconnaissance."

"A pleasure to meet you two." Pax would chime happily before linking up with the bounty, storing it for his Guardian. "All set, just let me know when we're good to leave, and I'll prep the ship."

"Thanks Pax." Feron would say, turning back to his new companions.

"Wow, I've never seen such a preppy little ghost." Oniks would snort, obviously teasing.

"He's only enamored with you two, he's usually a smart ass." Feron would shoot back, offering a smirk to which Xanthe would snort.

"Alright, jokesters. Lets get this freak train on the road." Eyes traveled to the hunter, insuring he was equipped with a weapon, which he was, and she nodded in approval. "Give these coordinates to your Ghost, we'll link up in orbit before heading out to Old Russia."

"Okay, I'll see you in Orbit." Feron would say, turning back to Pax who was still glaring at him for his past words. "Lets get going. Pax, can you link transmat to the ship please?"

"Suuure, just ask the smart ass." He would chide before obliging.

Soon enough Feron was pulled into his ship, his heart sinking to his gut as the elevator rose quickly to the top of the Hanger. Thankfully the nausea faded soon after as he pushed the ship onward, but still it was different then before. He figured it was Pax's way at getting back at him, and so shrugged it off before giving Pax the coordinates they were to meet at.

"We'll link up there, hopefully." He would say, pulling his helmet over his head, and powering on the HUD as the ship broke into the exosphere, where it had to do little as it was swept away in Earth's orbit. Small jets along the ship would continue to fire, keeping the ship upright and moving forward as they neared the designated coordinates Xanthe had given him. Within moments a pair of ships came into view, and before Feron could mutter anything, a transmission came in through his coms.

"Nice ship, newborn." It was Xanthe's voice, though distorted slightly through the channel. "Have your ghost link up with the signal I'm sending. That way we can travel together and prevent losing you somewhere." Her hands deftly slid over her console to prep the signal.

Pax picked it up right away, linking the group together as one as Feron neared the ship to the others.

"Alright, lets kick ass and take names." Oniks chimed in, spinning her ship off from the formation, back down to Earth.