The Importance of Teamwork
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He woke.
Kaizen sat up on the bed, looking around. The pain in his head was enough to push him back down onto the mattress. The bed was surrounded by thin cloth curtains, and shadows of feet scuttling around appeared at the floor, away from his eyes.
He was in the Infirmary. The place where injured Guardians get taken to be operated on or checked up on. The smell of blood and sweat filled the room, blocking out any other thing that could make him realise where he was.
His robes were missing, along with every other part of his armour. The mesh undersuit was still in place, hiding his skin from sight. There were unfamiliar voices surrounding the curtains, stationary feet facing each other as their owners conversed quietly. The curtains opened, revealing a Hunter, helmet on walking towards the bed.
"And who are you?" Kaizen asked the Guardian.
"My name is Travis. I'm your new Fireteam member. I heard you beat Thalor in the Crucible, is this correct?" he spoke.
"That is true" the Warlock replied. "Why don't you remove your helmet?"
"Personal reasons" the Hunter said again, and urged Kaizen out of the bed. "I'll go find our other Teammate. You'd better stay and rest for a few more hours." he said as he left the room.
"Oh, and one more thing." the Hunter said as he left.
"What's that?" Kaizen asked, tilting his head in curiosity.
"Your robes are in your quarters."
And with that, the Warlock fell back asleep.
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Why had the Vanguard paired him with this Warlock?
Travis had always wanted to maintain a low profile in the tower, only appearing for supplies or weapon fixes. But this was different. He had never needed a Fireteam before this, so why now? What makes this occasion different from all the years he had been a Guardian? He'd even lost count how long it was since he was resurrected.
But what was most strange, was that the Vanguard had never told Travis the Titan in the group. He only hoped they hadn't put him with someone popular or well known, with this Warlock being the only exception. He had left the Warlock without asking his name. He silently wished he had, so the relation between them would be better.
He walked back into the Hall of Guardians, and the Hunter at the large table greeted him.
"I'm sorry we didn't tell you who your other Fireteam member was, so we brought him here for you." Cayde-6 said, and pointed to the Titan across the table.
Travis's wishes were cut in half like a bullet entering a Dreg's head, and he almost wanted to gag at the Titan he had been grouped with.
Of all people, why had they chosen Thalor? Was it because of the Warlock? No, it was definitely the Warlock's doing. Travis's mind was muddled and confused. It just wasn't him at all, being paired or grouped with anyone with friends, mostly because he's spent most of his time protecting the light out in the wilds.
"You okay in there?" Cayde asked.
"Yes, just fine" he replied. "Pleasure to meet you, Thalor"
"You're welcome" the Titan replied, and they shook hands, Travis's shaking slightly as they pulled away.
"I don't know who our Warlock is yet, so would you mind showing me where he is?" Thalor asked the now calm Hunter, who nodded silently, as he led them to the Infirmary.
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"What?"
That was Thalor's first reaction as he pulled open the curtains around the Warlock's infirmary bed. He almost thought the same as Travis, dumbfounded as to why the Vanguard, the highest class of Guardians had foolishly paired him with the Warlock who he had been in a fight with the previous week. They should have known something bad was going to happen.
That thing being Thalor throwing Kaizen off the bed, hard. The hard smacking sond of the Warlock's back echoed through the tower wing, turning all heads that were present in the room.
"What the fuck, Thalor?" Kaizen protested, propping his back up with one hand, and holdning it with the other. "Like it or not, we're teammates now" he finished.
"Which is exactly the problem. If you don't want to die, I suggest you stay out of my way" the Titan said as he loomed over the considerably smaller Warlock, who was now getting back to his feet.
"This is about last week, isn't it? Is that why you're so angry? Or is it that I'm younger than you and have less experience? And that I ruined your flawless Crucible record? If so, that's a stupid reason to hate me. We're all fighting for the same thing, and if we can't work as a team, we might as well not even bother." the Warlock finished. The Titan's jaw was now wide open, surprised that a Warlock of such immaturity could say such a thing.
"You little shit" Thalor said. By now everyone who was previously looking at the commotion had returned to whatever tasks they were doing before, not even paying the smallest amount of attention to the argument.
"Guys, calm down. We need to head for our first assignment" Travis interrupted. "We're going to the cosmodrome, investigating a possible Fallen threat" he finished.
