The shots resounded throughout the small section of the cosmodrome, each one followed by the hiss of ether being released into the air. That couldn't be Frost, could it? I ran to the corner of the crumbling, brown and green building, peeking around the corner. From my view I could see nothing more than a few dregs scattered around the ground. I ready my trusty auto rifle, worried for what could be inside of this building. Quickly turning the corner, I started to pull the trigger but quickly dropped my weapon, pulling off a shot into the ground by my feet. "Frost? What are you doing? I told you to stay with that hunter." Frost, who had been startled, turned around, looking into the visor of my helmet. His shoulders were low and he was holding the woman's weapon in his hand, a hint of a hellish glow in it's markings.
"She's gone. She... She said you'd need help. Whatever's down there, she's truly scared of it." He looked down at the weapon in his hand, and almost reminiscently, spoke. "It's called the Gray Legacy. At least that's what I think. It also has her name etched onto it. It was Ayateru." He looked up to me and I could feel his eyes locking onto mine, even through the visors blocking off our faces from the world.
"Well... Come along then. She said I'd need help. No point in standing around then." I walked forwards and pushed on his shoulder lightly, urging him to start walking. Frost complied without reluctance, taking strides that slowly got larger as his pride returned to him. We entered the map room, the small corridor dimly lit by the screens showing various areas of the cosmodrome, faded by a ghastly most that filled the area. Any Fallen had already evacuated. "I'm not sure the new guardian knew what he was looking at. I think the ship was leaving." I whispered, even though the helmets denied sound any chance to get out. As we stepped through the hole to the right of the maps, we saw shadowy shapes run down the nearby stairs. Readying our weapons, we walked towards the railing. Peeking back over was a blotted white shape, shadowy and luminescent all the same. It spoke only a few words. Those words were enough to turn us on our heels and leave for the tower as quickly as possible. But instead, behind us were more of the shadowy shapes, filling the hole where we would've made our escape.
"Little lights. Bend your wills to me."