"Look at me", she calmly instructed as she gently clutched her companion and turned his shifting form.
"I said look at me, Ghost. Take the ship back to the Tower and show-"
"No", he interrupted with a scrape of his shell against her gauntlets.
"Twelve… no, thirteen. Thirteen hostiles", the AI's optical sensor darted seemingly wildly across the flaming, broken landscape.
"- and show Master Rahool everything about the Echoes."
The mechanical Hunter released her Ghost and made to get up from her covered crouch.
He responded with a startled bob, "I'll come back with help. I promise."
"I don't want you to coming back here. Ever."
His sensor dimmed.
With a flange filled laugh she tapped her friend right in the middle of his sensor, "Everyone else left me, cleared out ten minutes ago when their Ghosts could barely keep up with the resurrections. But you stayed with my stubborn self and this time I tell you not to follow, instead to return home and finish our work with that old crank of a Cryptarch."
"I can no longer synthesize any more ammunition for you, and your sword is complete out of charges."
"Exactly, I'm out of ammo but I have my trip mines to get my back, knife for when I'm out of harsh language, and, with a lil' patience, the Golden Gun. Now go, Little Light, and be well."
The Exo bounded out from behind the rocky outcropping, almost on cue the ominous scream of a Taken portal opening filled the air. With a quick toss she planted a trip mine directly below the growing onyx orb. As quickly as they appeared the Taken psions detonated in a yellow flash and were gone.
Ghost backed away slowly, its optics still tracking his Guardian as her footing found purchase in the air itself and launched her further into the dark, Hive carved room within the Dreadnaught.
"Fight well, my friend."