Cryptic's PoV
When Joker left, things were finally quiet. There was no noise except for the constant winter wind that would chill anyone to the bone, except maybe a sunsinger. Sunsinger's complete mastery over solar light made the manipulation of body temperature easier than reloading my hand cannon, "The Devil You Don't".
I fell to the floor, exhausted, though I would never let anyone else know that. I had the most field time and best gear out of everyone on the team, so I should be the leader, right? I couldn't let them see me in a moment of weakness, or all my credibility for why I am better would be ruined. I'm the one who saved all their lives when we were ambushed on the moon. I'm the one who single handedly held back the fallen while we were researching hive forces on Earth. I'm the one who does all the work, but never get any respect in return.
While I was lost in thought, I began to shiver. The temperature was dropping even more. I pulled out a solar grenade and started a fire with it. Even though I could see pretty well because of my HUD's auto lighting system, I needed to make sure others could see me to, just in case someone came to rescue us from this frozen wasteland, and we can just let it go strait to hell.
I started scanning the radio frequencies for any sign that we wen't alone, but to no avail. There was less life out here than there was on the moon, after we glassed half it in order to slow down hive advancements.
Once I had tried every option I could, I began to research why our ships hadn't come for us yet. It didn't take long to find out the problem. My HUD's GPS display was flashing, showing that I was out of authorized area and into forbidden territory. Well thats just great. Stranded in a no go zone, most likely deemed uninhabitable or un-savable. When we left the authorized area so quickly, our ships had immediately gone haywire when trying to find us and some gyroscopic parts were ruined.
I radioed Joker and told him our problem.
"When we were teleported, our ships auto tracking feature went bezerk to find us. The ships are now in the tower hangar bay receiving repairs. Were gonna be stranded here for the night." I told him.
"I found an old building about a mile back" he said "I'll send you the coordinates now. You should head here for some shelter before it gets dangerous out there."
"I'll be there in an hour." I told him, and then we went silent. If anyone was listening in on our conversations, it would be a bit harder to track us if we were silent.
About an hour and a half later, I arrived at an old city, drowned in snow. The coordinates led to here, but that doesn't mean that they told me the exact building. After about another 10 minutes of searching, I found it.
I saw Joker, standing in the doorway of a building. Well, standing in a loose term. He was more unconscious against a wall, still upright to look like he was patient enough to wait for me.
He never was.
When I arrived, I saw his little handy work. A single cot made out of spare wood. It wasn't strong enough to hold a person, let alone a fully armored titan. While he was still sleeping, I broke the cot and made a small fire with the wood. This would at least give him some warmth, since he had no solar affinity and could very well get frostbite from this expedition.
I began to move him so he was lying down, and then dragged him next to the fire. Fireteam members needed to take care of each other. That is how we survive situations that no one expects we will. Its the way of the hopeful lost, and the way of survival.