After a trip to a very disgruntled Weapon smith and the soft, old Outfitter, Shadow had placed in a special order to both of them while the Speaker's Ghost hovered closely to make sure all went smoothly. Both venders told them that what they needed would be done in a few hours, so Shadow led them around the Tower, despite the stares or words whispered behind them of obviously stunned and upset Guardians for Voxen's presence here. Eventually they went back towards the way they came in, but instead of going back aboard the ship they went down a set of stairs and into a small room with multiple places to it, a bar in the back, and the walls covered in skulls and trophies of war. Voxen even saw a few fallen helmets and skulls up there she shrank back a little bit nervously. The huntress walked over to a group of long seats and flopped down across from a bulky, large Exo Titan, and a tall and twiggy human, female Titan.
"Hey! Draco! Thyra! How's it goin'?" She greeted them both cheerfully despite the Exo's almost intimidating appearance.
The Exo appeared to have had been lost in his own thoughts until the smaller Titan tapped him on the head with her knuckles.
"Huh? Errrrrrrr, What?" He blinked and looked to over at them, his gazing meeting everyone's until they finally rested on Voxen.
"Why am I not surprised with you Shadow, who's been the one who's caused all the commotion around here. Been hard to think with all the extra noise..." He growled, sitting more up right and leaning back into his seat. Voxen noticed he reminded her almost of a Captain from House Wolves. He had brown fur lining around his collar and left shoulder guard, which gave him the look of a strong foe she wouldn't want to fight in close courters combat. His face's metal matched his black gold armor with black and blue, overall not a bad look for a him and one worth respecting even if he wasn't a Fallen.
The other one was surely a rookie or Dreg by Fallen standards. Her armor was mixed matched and she didn't have the same aura of experience like the rest of them had. However she noticed her Kell keeping a watchful eye on her even if the Titan didn't notice, Voxen would protect her too. See her rise in prowess like the others already had.
Raven pushed Voxen from behind, startling her and causing her to jump. It took all she had not to try to turn around to defend her.
"Sit Voxy! We don't bite!" She giggled.
Her Kell's gazed turned on the Vandal. "Yes, come on sit on the couch. We're going to be having a long chat. You included." She pated part of the long seat next to her, beckoning for Voxen to sit.
Voxen complied and took at seat next to the Huntress, sinking into the surprisingly soft couch. It was very relaxing and comfortable to her; she had not ever sat in something like this. Only Captains or higher ranks among the Fallen had luxuries.
The female Titan shook her head. "If it's going to be here, you might as well untie it. It won't get far here."
"Good point Thyra. I'll cut the rope." Shadow answered, pulling out her knife and slicing the rope before Voxen knew what happened. She could finally flex her hands again and move each of her four arms more comfortably again.
"DRACO!" Raven exclaimed, flopping on the other side of Voxen. "You lost our bet! Cough up!"
"What? No I have not. Fallen combatants are Male! You've yet to prove me wrong Raven." He grumbled back confidently.
"Actually. Voxen is here is a she." Shadow interjected in.
The Exo turned her way. "How do you know this?"
"I asked her, numbnuts. Vox. What gender are you?"
Voxen was taken back for suddenly being thrusted into the conversation. "Kell... I feeeeemale."
"See?"
The Exo growled and Voxen shrank back again in her seat.
Raven was bouncing in her seat, giggling, while Draco reached into a pouch on his sash around his waist, pulling out some shiny blue crystals and almost throwing them at the cheerful Warlock. "Here."
"WOOOPIE!"
Both the Huntress and female Titan laughed at the two of them, Voxen was also finding herself amused by the entire thing. Raven suddenly got up from her seat and ran off from the room. Probably to go spend her spoils of her gamble.
"Alright. Vox. Time for an old pow-wow." Shadow started her tone more serious now.
Voxen's head tilted to the side, confused. "Pow...wow?"
"A gathering of family, sharing of information, stories, that sort of thing." The huntress explained.
"I faaaaamily?" Voxen asked.
"Yes, just as much as anyone I give a shit about here."
Voxen made a pleased gruttle clicking noise. She was welcomed by her Kell and that felt good, better than she'd ever felt since she was born.
"So I'll start so you kinda get how this works." Shadow began, "I was found by my Ghost in North America, here on Earth, very far from the Tower, and safety. I hadn't been round for a long time before I was reborn but don't remember much. Obviously I'm a Huntress class, Gunslinger; I've a knack for guns, and sharp objects, particularly Tomahawks. I chose my name since I do not remember my own true one. Draco you go."
The Exo grunted before starting. "I a dash zero, DRAC Zero or Draco for short. I remember that, but as for being an Exo, we don't remember much... I've tried putting a bullet in my head a few times to recover some of my memories; however I've not had any success in it. Only fuzzy scraps. I was found by my Ghost here in the city, just in time to fend off a raid attempt by the House of Devils. I assisted in their defeat. I am a Titan class, Defender; I must protect those around me. It's in my wires to do so. Thyra, your turn."
"Okay. I guess here goes. I'm Thyra; it took me awhile to remember my name. I was found outside the Cosmadrone. I'm really good a punching shit, but still really new to this... It's only been a few months since I've been raised. Titan class, Striker. Guess it's your turn Vox."
Voxen nodded, taking a minute to word her story carefully in the human language. "I, Voxen Ghostwind. Former of House Winter. As you say, Stealth Vandal. I good at sneaking behind enemy, seeing, scouting, and... striking, yes? Also, was translator. I knew more of human tongue than rest of Crew. Even Captain only knew few words." Her hands balled up into fists." Did not like House Winter, did not care for Captain. Was born into House. Earned my docked arms back. Tired of being Whirlwind scattered... Wish to be strong again. To be Fallen no more, but proud Eliksni once again." She met each Guardian's gaze, one at a time. "I am done."
"That's good Vox. Good to know where your heart is." Shadow replied, ever watching the Vandal. "There's a small handful of Fallen... Or Eliksni right? That won't outright kill Guardians or people. House of Wolves belongs to the Queen of the Reef but they're hostile to anyone entering the reef, and only answer to the Queen. Clayde-6, the Hunter rep for the Vanguard you met earlier, knows one personally. Variks, the Loyal. I think he's from a different House, but never met 'em myself. Clayde likes to joke about Variks always trying to bargain with him for his ship."
"Is that why the Wolves did not join in the Twilight Gap?" Voxen asked curiously. She had always heard the mighty House of Wolves had simply betrayed them all instead of joining the fight that could have been won by the Fallen.
"Yea, apparently, they decided to pick a fight with the Queen for the Reef, aaaaaaand got their asses handed to them." She shrugged. "I don't know much more than that."
"Asses hanged to them?"
"Oh, forgot. That's a human expression for they lost pretty badly."
"Hmmmm makes sense now. Surprising they fell so easily to Reef Queen." Voxen muttered.
"She's a lady not worth pissing off." Shadow agreed.
Voxen shook her head and then decided to change the subject, her curiosity on something else now. "What is the Awoken's tale?" She asked.
"We think her Ghost let her fall on her head a time or two. She's ditsy." Thyra chuckled.
"Yea... Pretty much. She's a bit on the eccentric side. Very happy, go lucky. Don't piss her off though. She's not afraid to smack you with a void blast to the face." Shadow explained. "Her Ghost somehow found her out towards the Reef, how it managed to get out there, we're not sure, however it managed to rig a ship to get Raven back. She sees odd visions at times, but otherwise can't remember anything from her past."
Voxen nodded, taking in the information. Her new crew was a strange bunch, but they felt so welcoming. Her Kell even allowed her to keep her rank so far, and hadn't threatened to dock her arms. She didn't know if the humans had the technology to do that procedure correctly and didn't care to find out either.
"Hunter: Shadow Fear-Striker, your special order has been completed. Please see Banshee-44 at your earliest convenience."
Shadow looked up at the air and smiled. "Cool. Vox, come with me, we got some stuff to pick up."
"Yes, Kell!" Voxen rose up onto her feet quickly.
"I meant it when I said; kill the "Kell" Title please. Fuck... use Ma'am, Sir, my name or anything else please."
"Apologies...Fear-Striker..." Voxen shrank down to Shadow's height, respectfully and submissively.
"I guess that's better." She sighed.
They made their way to Banshee out in the Tower Center, DRAC-0 and Thyra staying behind at what Voxen now knew was called a "bar."
Banshee grumbled at them as they approached. "Ah. There you are. I managed to complete the task you've given me."
He turned his back to them for a moment going and grabbed a couple of weapons from off the table that sat against the wall. He turned around and laid then at for them on the front Counter for them. Before Voxen and Shadow lay a large assortment of weapons, a large pistol, a longer gun that Voxen thought looked like a Wire Rifle, Four Vandal swords and what looked to be a couple of Daggers. Her eyes looked wide at the assortment.
"As requested. A Hand cannon, with some Fallen tech mixed into it, A sniper Rifle, again some with Fallen tech, Four Vandal swords, complete with Sheaths for them and belts to attach, and a couple of Throwing Knives for good measure. You're friend here will be well armed. The belts are also marked with a Vanguard Hunter Badge, so while your Fallen friend will always be known as a friend, even on radar of other Guardians."
"Thanks Banshee. How much do I owe you?" Shadow smiled, clearly impressed. Voxen was getting used to human body expressions.
"You owe me nothing. The Vanguard paid for my services already. Apparently, you got Clayde-6's attention." He replied.
"Damn, remind me to thank him sometime."
"Yea... Well gear up, the Old Lady's waiting on you." He grumbled.
Shadow looked over at Voxen. "Go, ahead, they're yours now."
Voxen's eyes got wide, she never expected this. This looked to be good gear too, even if it would take some time getting used to the different tech. She unfastened her cloak from her former house, letting the sigma hit the ground. She reached for the first belt. Attaching it around her waist, and then attaching two swords and the pair of knives to it, the second belt went around her chest and shoulders, allowing to attached the second pair of swords and her new Sniper to it as well. Voxen tested the feel of the weapons and the belts attached to her, feeling confident she could quickly grab any of them in a flash for any situation. Finally she attached the Hand Cannon to her the upper half of her leg within easy reach to draw it, standing, or crouched. All of the gear, felt strange, but somehow right. She was very pleased to have it, a cheerful clicking sound escaping from her throat.
"Thank you, Fear-striker." She said happily, nodding and then turning her attention on the Weapon Smith. "Thank you as well. Good craft you have, friend!"
"Your welcome... friend." The Exo replied back.
"Alright Vox, come on, let's get on over to Eva. If you liked this, you're going to really like what I got in store from her." She turned and walked off with excitement in her step, and Voxen cheerfully followed.
Eva was a little more pleasant a mood than Banshee had been, which only encouraged the pair's good mood. The older human greeted them with a pleasant and warming smile. "Welcome back you two!"
"Hey! So whatcha' got for us?" Shadow greeted her back.
"You are going to enjoy this, my dear; I have made you a truly beautiful master piece." Eva announced with pride. She pulled out a long black cloak with a new emblem that Voxen had never seen before. The emblem done in a light blue color really popped well against the black thread of the body of the cloak, and appeared to be two weapons crossed over each other with a feather coming off of each of the ends of the "handles". The cloak had long black feathers and what appeared to be teeth around the neck of the hood. It looked very intimidating, and Voxen felt extreme pride in seeing it somehow.
"This one is yours, my Fallen friend." Eva said, handing the cloak out to the Vandal with another pleasant smile.
Voxen accepted it with a nod, carefully taking it from the old human's hands, and then donning the cloak on herself. She even could wear the hood up if she so choose, even if that meant narrowing her field of vision.
Then Eva brought out another smaller cloak, of the same design, and handed it out towards her Kell. Shadow also gracefully accepted it, and removed her old cloak, having her Ghost appear and the old red cloak suddenly vanishing into thin air while Shadow put on the new matching cloak.
"Twin Axes, with the Feathers, you are amazing Eva! This is awesome!" She said, inspecting herself with the cloak on.
"Look Voxen! We match! Hopefully this will help let both Guardian, and Fallen alike know that you are with me. No one can mistake that."
Voxen chirped. "Indeed. I am proud to be a part of this House."
"Good, happy to know that!"
"That's not all Guardian; I also have a shader for our friend here. You two will look like proud sisters when I am finished!"