A cold wind whipped over the Tower with a few snowflakes riding it. Over the mountains a heavy dark cloud promising a healthy dose of oncoming early winter snow for the Tower and Last City alike. Naturally this didn't hinder the activates of the tower the slightest bit, though some booths outside we're preparing for the snow. Guardian's bustled around the areas socializing, buying and collecting gear or redeeming bounties, getting their missions or returning from them.
Among them was a Titan surveying the area above the entrance to the mission room. His helmet on he waited, watched. The Sunbreaker known as Mars-9 was a common sight in the Tower, an adamant defender of the city and passionate to boot he had a proud and strong stance. Once a defender of the Mars Warmind now Guardian he would do anything to protect the Last City and the Tower which was precisely why he was standing guard looking for somebody. Somebody he of few knew very well was not to be trifled with.
When he had heard of this individuals return along with what had transpired he had immediately come to his now current post. The good thing about being an Exo was one's legs never tired from holding the same stance for hours which he swore he'd been doing. Fortunately it wasn't too much longer before his target come into view.
Shining white armor with black tracing the Titan Haste-4 came into view. He didn't pay Mars-9 any attention but he knew the other Exo was aware he was there as he descended into the underground. A quick look around didn't reveal the Hunter that usually accompanied him but he knew better then to assume he wasn't nearby or watching him for that matter. Both knew he knew they weren't what they seemed but neither bothered to confront him or the others that knew about it. Instead they continued on like they didn't exist, it was both infuriating and felt far more dangerous then he liked.
When word of the House of Kings got out rumors spread like wildfire. While contact with them was gossip enough the real story was that Haste-4's fire team had been buried in a 'convenient' cave in and one member was unaccounted for. Mars-9 had been following Haste-4 movements for a while and knew when the Titan had taken the young Warlock that had taken down a major member of House of Devil's out right after her first revive. Heck the whole tower knew at the time. He'd never met the girl but he'd seen her around the tower before, she'd seemed like a kind girl that, despite having quite the mouth and a shaky start, wore her heart on her sleeve. He hadn't liked knowing somebody so naïve might get caught up in the Titans schemes but he couldn't interfere at the time. Now knowing she was likely dead or captured he regretted having not stepped in, though he knew it couldn't be helped it was still frustrating.
Speaking of the devil, Haste-4 was making his ascent from below and heading to the hanger. Keeping his distance from him Mars-9 followed behind, he was just entering the hallway to the hanger when his Ghost spoke up. [Head's up the Hunter is following you now.] He didn't turn around as to avoid drawing suspicion but he did look around. He didn't see anyone else in the hallway and Haste-4 was slowing down. This was bad. A confrontation in these conditions would not go in his favour and he doubted the other Exo cared if rumors got around. The Bastard had done so before and twisted the truth to keep himself clean. With little option he kept his pace and kept moving forward.
The tension he felt grew greater as he got closer to the Titan but didn't slow down. If he had to breath he'd be holding his breath right now as he came beside the other Exo. Expecting him to make a move he braced himself.
And moved right past unhindered.
Mars-9 kept his pace as he walked past the man pretending he had never been following him to begin with. It wasn't until he reached his ship and boarded did he pause and look back. Half expecting the hunter there. Relief washed over him when he realized he was alone and safe. Then came the frustration. They had nearly gotten him.
Moving to his pilots chair he sat down and prepared for liftoff. It always seemed to end this way. 3 months ago another Guardian, and awoken women had been monitoring him and she went missing. While there was plenty of suspicion nobody had the evidence to place the blame on him or the Hunter. Some questioned why he'd do it, he was a Guardian too wasn't he? Spotless record. Surely he wouldn't attack his own outside of the Crucible. Much less possibly destroy a Ghost.
We'll you didn't get to be a Warmind Guard without knowing a thing or two, or learning a thing or two from said Warmind. But like with the Awoken women, he didn't have the evidence to support his claim about who Haste-4 actually was, much less what his plans really were. The entire situation was nothing but frustration from every area.
Stewing in his thoughts, he took off to do some scouting of his own at the scene of the crime.
Vrack was hunched over his weapon, cleaning and maintain it while listening to the sounds coming from his new pet project. About an hour ago the female named Nix had begun making noise. Ever the curious one he peered through the one way mirror to see her moving around oddly making noise. Well to be fair she was making more than noise, rather human words and moving to them in some sort of rhythmic fashion he'd never seen before. They were erratic and yet planned out that seemed to follow with the words she was making.
He wasn't quite sure what he was looking at to be honest. On one hand she looked ridiculous but on the other it was pleasing to watch. He wasn't sure why it was pleasing but it was. The sounds, while odd, were nice to hear and even without knowing what exactly she was saying he liked the sound of it. Her movements were centered around her legs and hips but her arms were involved too. He found himself oddly amused and focusing on her hip movements most and wondered if this was some strange human habit that was meant to draw attention to the area or if she was going crazy and doing weird things. Both seemed very likely options.
He had stopped watching her to return his attentions to his weapon a while ago but she hadn't stopped. Doing something with his hands always helped him think and focus. Right now his brain was focused on the display next to him. Was she trying to get his attention? The sound would make sense but she didn't know he could see her. Distress? Not likely, she seemed to be enjoying herself.
He looked over again to watch and now she was moving in a different fashion but the idea was the same and again it drew his eyes downward with the motion to her hips. Yes this was clearly intended he concluded. And to top it all off he was finding he quite liked it.
Shaking his head he forced his attention back to his weapon, despite his enjoying it he had to finish his work. Then he could watch.
Nix had finally found her boredom cure. Her raw boredom overwhelming her warning of possible embarrassment she started to sing, which inevitably lead to her getting up and dancing to it. Losing herself in the song and fun she made for herself. Normally she'd never do this, she was no dancer and while she wouldn't label herself a bad singer, she never did feel totally comfortable singing when somebody could hear. But when you had nothing to do for as long as she did you tend to go stir crazy and do silly things.
Besides, when left alone a person tended to think in their silence. And too much thinking could in fact be a bad thing. There was a reasons philosophers tended to be depressed. Being alone with one's thoughts for too long could really depress a person. And when that person was a Guardian who, by the job description, had seen some things and was currently captured by the enemy for an undermined purpose for who knew how long until they were likely executed, a happy distraction was a good idea.
To be fair with herself he clearly wanted to study her but for what reason and how long were still unknown and in the end would still likely mean she'd die. She'd talked tough to her Ghost but perma-death didn't sound great. Call her spoiled but being revived after death was kind of great.
So for the time being she lost herself in an age old distraction, music and dance. And she had to admit it was therapeutic even heavenly in that moment. With the tune playing in her head and her eyes closed she sang whatever song came to mind. Letting herself dance in the privacy of her cell. Detaching herself from the word she lost herself in temporary bliss. It was weird for her really, she was by all means a caged animal in here and yet somehow she was really able to let go with herself to a certain extent. No judging eyes, no job or responsibility. It was almost comical really and while she was never able to properly label irony she was sure this counted.
Swinging her hips to her own beat she sang and danced as she felt it belonged. She felt like she was channeling some invisible energy as she moved. Flowing through her hips, back and arms as she found some peace in her now constrained life.
This had gone from simply nice to watch to mesmerize at some point. He didn't know when really but it was. Vrack simply stood watching the females display and followed her with his eyes. He still didn't really know what was going on right now but he didn't much care. What he did know was whatever this was is was supposed to be private. This was a level of carefree he wasn't accustomed to and it was supposed to be private. And yet here he was watching and couldn't find it in him too look away. He hadn't even noticed he had begun to move and sway with the tune of her sounds until he caught himself.
It was beyond pleasing to watch not only for amusement but as the sound changed to something much different and her movements changed it stirred something else in him that prompted him to turn the mirror off. It was a something that was deep, primal and he hadn't answered to for quite some time. Something he shouldn't and didn't want directed at the human female, something that should be reserved for his own species. Shivering and trying to shake the feeling that had seeded itself in him off he left the den to address his crew and focus on other more distracting tasks.
