"A number of Guardians say that the scream one hears when the Taken portal into the field of battle is the sound of their dimensional vacuum drawing in our air. The violence of such an act just a byproduct of the arrival of their forces", he stated through steepled cerulean fingers.
"Thats a lie", she spat with a heavy flanging. "A damned lie."
"How can you be so sure?"
The Ghost's back half gave a wobbled spin, "Eris told us in order to track down Crota's Father we'd have to enter a larger version of their portals."
"The Shard from the Moon", she pulled the front of her hood a bit more forward, "Crota's Soul."
"Yes, yes I have your footage but - oh, you crossed into a Rupture on the Dreadnaught"
"Much larger than the black bubbles that Its not a vacuum its the cries of all the things It takes."
"Oryx?"
"No, what the Hive God served or wielded or… its The Darkness."
"Ogre, Psions, Vandals, it didn't matter how big or infamous they once were. They screamed all the same." The Hunter balled a fist to stop the twitching of her trigger finger.
"Hunter, he's dead and gone", the older man placed a light hand on her shoulder. "So you needn't be so anxious. What you saw, what you and your fireteam accomplished, is all in the past and despite the forces of The Darkness that remain. You did well."
The bone white plates that lined the levitating intelligence contracted, "Its not that, Master. Its the patrols, specifically when their forces arrive."
"I am aware of the phenomena."
"You'll notice in the more recent recordings that - the sound the portals make are different."
The Cryptarch made several fast hand gestures and a series of video projections lit the darkened booth he manned.
"Yes, a sight variance in the audio."
"My fireteam, we passed through in a second through that rupture but when the Taken arrive now you can hear us all screaming still."