Plumes of Martian dust filled her field of vision as the enemy poured round after round into her wall of void light. Violaceous flames roared masking the whir of the hand cannon's cylinder during the Hunter's fourth reload in half as many minutes.
"Terrible shot", he murmured to himself as he performed a quick count of the iridescent beads placed in front of him. "I shall give you twelve hundred for all of this. Unless you have any engrams to decode or spare Network Keys?"
"That's not fair", she accused while snatching the pile of glowing cubes.
"What? It is the standard rate of two hundred for Axiomatic Beads. You can take them to The Reef, their Cryptarchs will give you the same."
."No", the Ghost piped up. "The Guardian here means it's not fair to judge her shooting from the latest recordings."
"Oh? There doesn't seem to be any Taken arrivals, just the bulky armored Cabal troops banging their shields and blind firing as always."
The Hunter gestured to the Cryptarch's right, pointing well past his booth, "That- that madman saddled me with the most awful… just, ugh."
"I do not understand."
"She means test weaponry from the Gunsmith. He asked her to field test them and - how did you phrase it again?"
"Its like pissing out a campfire."
"Oh, how crude", Rahool added with a grimace.
The Ghost sent out a quick beam of light and the recording continued to play from his partner's perspective. The offensive effects of the grenade wore off and the Exo took a running start, the large one handed weapon swung into view, the recording clearly revealing the familiar double crossed orange logo.
"You charged Phalanxes?"
"I know, thats what I told her right after the fight."
"Highly unusual, they are close quarters specialists."
She waved a dismissive hand at her two detractors, "They would've been hurt worse if I used harsh language and hucked Eris' surplus of expired raisins."
"I am just say-"
The Exo shoved her purple and black gauntlet inches from Master Rahool's face, "Oh so we're not watching the recording. Fine. I'll sum it up, I slid then hopped up into a Shadowshot, tethered them all and popped smoke, poisoning them all. Alright?"
"Rude", her small partner casually pushed her arm away from the Cryptarch's face.
"Yes, well, you two are always a pleasure. Now this had nothing to do with The Taken, so why are you showing me this recording?"
"Before she so abruptly summarized the experience we were wondering if you could talk to Banshee-44 and maybe, possibly ask someone else to test those weapons."
The Cryptarch shook his head.
"I see…"