CH. 10- Jet Black Dress
I return once again! I'll keep this part short, once again, I thank all of you who have been reading my story! Just remember, I don't own Destiny, Activision and Bungie do.
Once upon a time there was a man who had said that no plan had ever survived first contact. That man, in Raz's now humble opinion, was a fucking genius and deserved a Pulitzer for those words if he or she hadn't already received one. Who really knew plans could fall apart in a moments notice, well this was a great example of that happening. He knew that coming up with a plan was going to bite him in the ass later for some reason, but he just had to act on his gut sometimes. Even if had the possibility of him being chased by a pair of angry Awoken pilots from a Reef patrol.
Raz cursed loudly as his jumpship rocked again from the burst fire from the Reef Interceptors. He tried to ignore the myriad of klaxons and flashing displays all over the flight station telling him of hull damage, depleted shielding or that he was being fired upon. All these were minor in his head as he fought with al his might to maintain control the small craft. His Ghost chose that time to materialize right beside his head to apparently offer it's own input to the situation. It seemed to be taking stock of the situation and the mood of it's pilot, who was rapidly flipping switches to acknowledge the fact that his ship was dying in a rather unfortunate way.
"We can't take another hit like that, the aft shields won't hold out, and neither will the plating along the hull." Twinkles paused as his nodes rotated in calculations. "I would advise in abandoning the ship and getting into one from your squad-mates before they get another lock on us."
Raz groaned as he listened to the shard of Light. He knew the shields were nearly gone, and that his ship's plating wasn't thick enough to handle another few hundred rounds of auto cannon fire. He especially knew that it wouldn't come close to handling another salvo of missiles, which sadly the last one had taken the last of his chaff and flares. How was he supposed to know that their tech was also good at detecting archaic forms of countermeasures? He continued his silence as he jerked the control stick to the side forcing his ship to bank hard to avoid another burst from the Awoken. He would really appreciate not getting distracted right about now.
"Raz! We are getting the reports from Twinkles!" Jo's voice cut in through the noise. Raz growled in annoyance as his eyes shifted over to her visage on the small screen. He sighed, stupid Ghost, it shouldn't have told her but he was sure Jo messed with the OS in some way where it was to spy on him at all times. "You know there is space on my ship! Now hurry up and abandon the Sturm!" Raz's eyes narrowed slightly as he thought hard. He couldn't abandon ship just yet. The other three's ships hadn't gotten a good enough lead on him and Twinkles to stay out of sight of the interceptors. He wouldn't let them suffer the same fate as him.
"I got a better idea, Jo." The line was silent for a brief moment as they all seemed to let Raz's words sink in. He couldn't tell what Jo was thinking, but whatever it was it was probably derisive, rude or crude. It could possibly have been all the above for all he knew and cared, that was actually the most likely option, all the above.
"Oh shit… You catch that Archy? Raz has another brilliant plan." Jo deadpanned over the channel.
"Give him some credit, his plan partially worked, this time." Archivia defended the Human, his eye twitched at the underhanded comment about this time. "He managed to destroy one of the Interceptors and keep his ship intact so far."
"He caught the one ship's pilot with her pants down! That doesn't fucking count!" Jo yelled out as she made to swerve around what looked to be a piece of an old navy destroyer. "Also only partially? His plan was doomed to begin with! If he can take one of those interceptors in a fair fight, I'll be impressed and I'll wear a dress for a week straight." Raz cracked a grin at the prospect.
"You willing to bet on that?" Jo eyed the screen suspiciously from her seat before nodding slowly. "Good, now watch this!" He yelled out excitedly before jumping into action.
Raz pushed forward on his controls and forced the nose of his ship to point down and before his Ghost could even start to question what was he planning, Raz reached for the ejection handle. It was in the classic in between the legs position and as he grabbed it with one hand Raz unbuckled himself from the crash seat.
"What are you doing…? You aren't going to go with the chair?" For the machine's part, it actually sounded worried.
"Let's hope this actually works." Raz muttered to Twinkles. The Ghost quickly dematerialized into Raz's armor with a quick 'oh no'. With a tug the handle came up and out, forcing a chain reaction that sent the view screen flying into space followed quickly by the seat.
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The two remaining interceptors were swerving past smaller asteroids and when possible taking pot shots at the rear Guardian's jumpship. It was obvious that this one was being the armored rear of the formation they were chasing. Unfortunately for them this pilot had been ready for them since the start.
After they had issued their demands the jumpship had immediately opened fire and had destroyed one of the support wings. The wing commander had been shaken briefly from the destruction of one of their ships. She had immediately called for all shields up and weapons fired. Since they were already armed.
The Guardians had started hightailing into the Reef with the yellow ship in the back, which made it all the easier to keep track of visually. The only problem so far was that the pilot was obviously putting all power into the shields and not trying to escape them all that quickly. The other Guardians had quickly vanished from sight. Damn.
Now they were playing a deadly game of cat and mouse in this maze of asteroids and the occasional wreck of a ship. That was, until the ship exposed it's belly to them suddenly. What were they thinking? Was this another ploy to get them to lower their guard?
"Sudden deceleration! We got an ejection! The pilot is bailing!" The other Awoken pilot reported to the wing leader. The commander noted this as true as two smaller contacts were picked up on the scanners. The view screen and the ejected Guardian in their seat. This would be easy pickings now since the support for the Guardian had vanished into the Reef. This Guardian had gotten the jump on them and had destroyed one of her support wing pilots, but she had the pilot cornered now. She would have him ended for his crimes!
"You take out the ship! I'm going for the pilot, and remember," The Commander hesitated for a moment before adding a comment offhandedly, "for the Queen."
"Aye aye ma'am, my life for the Queen." The other responded quickly before decelerating to get a clearer firing solution. Her auto cannon spat out more rounds and it quickly ate through the dying shields and the weaker under plating.
The wing leader zipped past the abandoned jumpship in search of the ejected Guardian, her fingers hovering over the trigger for the anticipated kill. Her eyes scanning the debris and her radar at the same time, where was the bastard? Her mind was racing as fast as her eyes were pivoting to find her target. She had to find him, it was necessary. She needed to find the pilot and kill the pilot. She needed to- What was that ungodly tapping sound?
Her head shot up as she looked at the view screen, and a massive Titan stared back at her in bright yellow and green armor. The man was anchored to her ship by a massive combat knife, that could easily double as a sword, dug into the plating near the edge of the screen and he gave her a slight wave that she could only respond with an astounded stare. She was knocked out of her trance from the explosion of the jumpship and went for her comms switch.
"I found the Guardian! He is on my ship! I need assistance!" Her voice was an octave higher than she had wanted, and certainly far less commanding than it should have been. Even in this situation.
"What…?" The hesitant yet nervous response of her wingman came over the line.
"Just get over here and get him off! He seems to be looking for a way in or to get me out!" The commander yelled back over the line.
"I wouldn't be too worried ma'am." Her wingman responded confidently. "Based on the images I'm seeing he is just a Human and they shouldn't know how to operate our equipment very well if at all."
The commander could have snapped back a retort, but she was cut short when the Titan caught her attention again with a series of rapid movements. She watched as he pantomimed something and it looked like putting on a mask or a helmet. Or sealing her suit. By the Queen! She started panicking again as she sealed her suit and watched him reach right for where the emergency release was located near the view screen, he figured it out.
"Damnit, I need backup now! He knows!" Her last yell was quickly followed by silence as she was ejected from the interceptor and gave him the middle finger as she launched past him, his response was another silent wave as he climbed into the flight station and settled in as best as he could.
Squeezing into the flight station wasn't all that hard to Raz, for the most part. But getting himself situated on the controls was much harder he realized as he gazed at the equipment. He looked at the displays and made one solemn note, most of the equipment was dead on an automatic purge protocol, and he cursed. This plan sucked and was doomed to fail, but he would never admit that to Jo even on his deathbed.
"Any systems you can interface with, Twinkles?" Raz asked as his Ghost materialized and swiveled around quickly. "And if you could hurry, that would be great. Since you know, we might get shot at again."
"Working as fast as I can, the systems are pretty barren now, almost nothing left here. I think I can scavenge something from nav." His Ghost reported back to him.
"I don't want any information on systems other than weapons! I need to be able to shoot back since the other interceptor is most likely on the way here!"Raz shouted at the Ghost, trying to get the machine to focus on the task at hand.
"We can operate very little in the weapons, most are unresponsive if not there at all." Twinkles answered as it tried to dig more into the Awoken system. "But I'll see what I can scrounge up, also I got directional thrusters back online. No engines, those controls were purged with most of the data."
"That'll work, get us turned around and spin up the auto cannons. I want everything ready before I need to evac." The Ghost bobbed at Raz's request and soon the ship was spinning around just in time to see his old ship explode from a pair of missiles. "Damn, I'm gonna miss that ship. Had her for about two years." He commented sadly.
"Well it has actually been-"
"I don't care!" Raz interrupted suddenly as he watched asteroids fly by as the ship came to a stop facing the other interceptor. He gave a mock salute to the other pilot before reaching for the controls and taking a wild guess. Pushed the only glowing button.
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Further in the Reef three jumpships had grouped in the hollow of a larger asteroid. They weren't alone for long as a Skiff pulled up alongside them cautiously and hovered in place for a moment before gravity tethers were released and it locked itself into place alongside the asteroid.
There was a brief silence between the ships before the Skiff opened a line to the network the Guardians were all using. The line crackled slightly as the different systems fought to be compatible with one another. The moment passed and the line cleared up allowing the Guardians to hear the unclear chatter of several Fallen in the background. At least the overall radiation of the Reef wasn't interfering too badly.
Jo wasn't paying much mind to the radio chatter as much as her IFF transponder. Watching the little blip that represented Raz's jumpship. Her breath hitched as she watched it fade from the small display. She waited a moment, it didn't return. She flipped a switch and cycled the power, after the reboot the blip did not return. Ignoring the chatter between the pair of Warlocks and the Fallen she addressed her Ghost.
"Eisen-meower." The Ghost appeared next to her left hand. "I need you to scan for Raz and Twinkles. I need to find them."
"I understand, Guardian. Just one moment." The Ghost seemed to drift to one side as it worked. "There. Found him! He is still alive and operational." The Ghost reported, and if she wasn't sure it sounded like the Ghost was acting proud.
"Good work, I want you to set up a trans-mat. Get him in here." She ordered curtly. She could still hear things in the background, Archivia was talking. It wasn't all that important to the little Titan. She'd get the condensed version later and she wouldn't pay that much mind either.
"Setting up the link." The Ghost hesitated. "Twinkles is declining the handshake, sending another packet. Attempting to force it through." Another brief moment. "Would you like me to drop him on his head in the hold? For worrying you?" It almost sounded hopeful towards this option.
"No, I have a better idea." She gave her Ghost an admonishing tap before continuing. "So this is what you are going to do…"
While Jo was concocting her evil plans Archivia, Snow and the Fallen were actually getting real work done. That's what Archivia liked to think, but so far there was just a bunch of arguing about technical points in their operation.
The Fallen Baron was absolutely certain that he could get them onto the Ketch with no problems at all, while Snow had argued back that it was too obvious. Especially with the chaos that they had caused upon entry to the Reef, so they needed a new plan of action. No one was budging on any point and it was driving her crazy.
"Why not send a signal to the Awoken? Like a mayday?" Archivia asked finally. There was a silence over the line with the occasional snap or pop from interference.
"That could work, they would send out a small patrol to investigate, or something larger since the Titan destroyed at least one ship." Snow thought aloud. "Shoot, they may be on their way here now. A perfect distraction." There was an obvious shift in his tone. "Any word from the Titan? I haven't heard a peep from him in a while."
"He's a bit, hmmm, tangled up at the moment. But I have him on my ship." She heard a few sounds of approval from the other Guardians and a confused grunt from the Baron. "Regardless, following protocol the reinforcements should be here within fifteen minutes." She had caught the end of the conversation and decided to add to it.
"Understood." The Baron grunted over the line. "We will drop a beacon on our approach towards the Ketch, it will be delayed but will start transmitting. We will hold the hangar for your ships to enter."
The Skiff detached it's tethers and proceeded to drift away from the asteroid before engaging it's drives and drifting through the asteroids almost gracefully. The Fallen aboard were all hand picked by Baron Grutek to board the Ketch and kill anyone or thing that occupied the hangar space. They were all promised rewards and promotion for their success. If they succeeded, but that was fine with the lower Vandals and Dreggs. A chance to climb their society's ladder did not come often like this.
The Baron stood behind the pilot and watched through the view port as the Ketch grew bigger and bigger. They were definitely within the massive ships' defensive weapons range. But it seemed the transmission they sent out had worked like a charm, as the Humans said. The Ketch even had a hangar designated for them to land, and unfortunately it was teeming with many different Houses. This was going to get messy and with a wry chuckle, this would get interesting.
"Drop the beacon, have it begin transmitting in three minutes. That should give us enough time to cause a riot in the hangar." He called out his orders and the crew in the hold let out war cries and a singled at Vandal nodded silently. The Baron called him out. "You will have your vengeance and honor back soon enough, Watcher." The Vandal only nodded again as he looked over his rifle, making sure it was good to go for the boarding they were about to attempt.
He felt gravity start to settle over him in a different direction as the Skiff entered the hangar and slowed. The artificial gravity of the Skiff shutting down so the Fallen could acclimate to the new gravity. Most would not give this mind, but Watcher was a sharpshooter, gravity affected his shot in the smallest of margins. Luckily there would be no wind or humidity to deal with on a filtered air system of the ship. Much easier to take shots in.
As the skiff slowed to a stop in the hangar many of the Fallen that had been milling about took an idle interest in the ship. A few pointed at the symbol of the House of Thunder and chattered amongst themselves. It was odd, the Thunder were allied to the Kings, and the Kings had refused to work with the other Houses. Most shrugged it off, while a few subtly reached for their weapons, doubting.
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It had been three minutes after the Skiff had dropped off the beacon before it began to transmit a distress on all frequencies. This broadcast was picked up not only by the Fallen that were nearby, but also by the currently arriving interceptors from the Awoken patrols.
The Awoken interceptors didn't take long to zone in on the signal and begin their approach on what appeared to be a Wolf's distress signal. To them, the crazed Guadians had attacked them after they had gone after the patrol that had encountered them. It seemed that those followers of the Traveler had no respect for the small amount of peace that the two groups held for one another.
The commanding officer of the relief wing cleared his mind as he spotted where the beacon was floating. Checking his equipment again he activated the long range antenna on his ship before broadcasting a signal back to the defensive groups back at the main fleet.
"This is Captain Jaren! We have an unidentified Fallen Ketch at our position! We are requesting immediate support! I say again this is Captain Jaren and we have encountered an unidentified Fallen Ketch and need immediate support!"
He killed the long range radio before swapping channels to communicate with the fifteen interceptors that had accompanied him. He paused before speaking, he needed to do something to assist in the capture or identification of the Ketch.
"Alright squadron, we need to split up and create a picket around the Ketch. We don't know which House this Ketch belongs to but we are going to stop any and all ships entering and departing. We will not engage the Ketch until reinforcements arrive in…" He paused as he read an active feed on a monitor. "Five minutes. So be ready and keep your weapons hot!" He watched as a display lit up with several acknowledgment lights.
"By the Queen's tits." He muttered a low curse as his ship accelerated and he found his position in the picket the ships were creating. The formation was rather spread out, but it would have to do for a few minutes. It hadn't taken long before several of the indicators for the interceptors began flashing as they had actively engaged small Fallen recon ships or even a few fighters. "This is going to be a long day. I just know it."
Luck would have it that not too many incidents occurred within the five minute time frame. The Fallen had for the most part left them alone, trying to appear as harmless as possible. Or just trying to shore up their defenses as best as they could. Captain Jaren could only speculate since he wasn't sure that any orders would be given to capture the ship. Then again, taking a fully built Ketch was sometimes easier than building a ship from scratch. Sometimes.
The first few ships arrived in the spirals of light that associated with the warp jumps, even with the short distance between their home base and here they warped in. It made reinforcing positions much easier and it lowered the death toll by quite a bit. His displays lit up with new messages and orders. He was to reform his squadron and lead a fast attack group. They had essentially become head hunters, and the targets were ships like heavy bombers and skiffs. Mostly armored or tough targets to kill.
Dispersing the orders to his squadron, the remaining acknowledgment tags flickered green before their positions on the indicator began to move. Falling into a standard position with their own wings the hunt began for anything bigger than them. Whatever God they wanted to believe in was apparently smiling upon the Awoken, because there were plenty of targets to choose from.
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"Now is our chance!" Jo called over the radio channel. Her attention was mainly drawn to the battle that was just kicking off around the Fallen Ketch. It looked like all the pieces to their plan was falling into place. "Now we just have to board the Ketch!"
"Understood, you lead the way, Titan." Snow commented as he began to spin up his engines. "We will have to be fast to avoid the crossfire and not get picked off. I have the hangar bay that the Thunder will have taken marked for us so head there." He didn't get a verbal response as Jo's jumpship drifted for a moment before the engines flared to life and her ship took off like a shot.
"Copy that, I got the mark on my nav, I'll be there soon." The Awoken woman reported as she turned off several systems to give more energy to her shielding. She was going to need it when she reached the immediate area around the Ketch.
The danger surrounding the Ketch now had definitely been underplayed in her mind as she now took stock of the situation. The Awoken had taken their beacon and sight of the Ketch more seriously than she had predicted. Not only was there fighter support everywhere, but instead of just one ship, there was a whole battle group there. The massive ships were staying just outside of the effective range of the Ketch's main guns, but that also meant they were mostly out of the fight as well. They were able to provide some minor AA fire with their point defense guns, but the Fallen weren't stupid enough to attack a battle group with a handful of fighters and skiffs. This fight would revolve around the House of Thief's Ketch much to the Dismay of the defenders.
Jo glanced at her RADAR and spotted that the IFF tags on Archivia and Snow were close behind her and she sucked in an anticipatory breath. This was going to get tricky to lead them all through. But she would do it, and was currently succeeding in bobbing and weaving not just through the asteroids that occupied the Reef. She was now avoiding the debris from Awoken and Fallen ships that now littered the airspace that the Guardians were flying through. Her ship rocked every few moments as either stray shots or even deliberate ones struck the hull of her craft. Her eyes constantly shifted back to the RADAR to confirm she hadn't lost anyone in their mad dash from their little hidey hole. It was also in these moments she was glad Raz was currently stuck below decks on her ship, if the man had been piloting the Sturm he would be using up his ammunition and most likely trying to fight his way through. Most likely to get blown up himself, she hoped that the hangar situation was going better than theirs.
The situation in the hangar was just as chaotic as the massive dogfight that was going on outside. When the Awoken had shown up in force the Fallen had started demanding answers from the host House. They could only shrug in confusion as well, and that didn't go over well with the representatives from the different Houses. Shots were fired, and the Thunder took advantage of that by activating their Skiff's weapons systems and firing with reckless abandon at anything that moved. Now all that remained was a glorious free for all.
Different colors of capes swirled as Captains or Barons dueled with their energized shock swords while Vandals and Dreggs mowed down the other House counterparts in hails of super heated plasma. Shanks and Servitors darted around to add their fire and suppress any threats to their appointed masters, and most were shot down rather quickly. But this chaos was exactly what the Thunder needed as the troop bay opened and their boarding party took action.
Baron Grutek led the charge with a deep howl and his swords tore into the first unfortunate being that came within his reach. The Vandal screeched in pain as it tried to hold it's chest together while it collapsed on the deck near more of the dead. The massacre continued as the Thunder's elite team hunted down any who would oppose to a Guardian boarding the Fallen vessel, meaning everyone.
Watcher was comfortably positioned on top of the Skiff with his enhanced rifle in his hands. The barrel barking off a new shot every moment or two, his sights swapping even faster. He would have to give Priest Durnisk a high praise on the new model of rifle, the heat sinks and recyclers did well to compensate for the high rate of fire and stress the gun was being subjected too.
Unfortunately the fun didn't last long as the rest of the Fallen had either escaped into the passage ways or had been killed by the battle royal. This didn't stop the next surprise as several warriors of the Thunder to dive aside in fright as a jumpship flew through the atmospheric barrier and slammed into the deck before scraping to a halt against the wall. Watcher idly noted that the craft was also on fire, but that was secondary to the entrance the thing made. How would this plan succeed if the stupid pilot had killed themselves on entry? The fools.
He was gratefully proven wrong as the hatch on top of the ship exploded out and a slightly shaken form of a woman stepped out and fell to the deck below. He could hear the heavy breathing as she seemed to be praising the fact she made it alive. Two more ships quickly entered but landed in a more suitable manner before their pilots rushed out to see the outcome of their friend.
"Jo! Are you alright?" Archivia called as she slid down to her knees by her friend. The smaller woman nodded multiple times while still breathing heavily. "What were you thinking?! You could have been killed by that stunt!" Jo reacted accordingly and shrunk into her armor and hunched away slightly from her friend. The Warlock only sighed before rubbing the back of Jo's unarmored neck.
"Mother fucker!" Raz's below was heard as an escape hatch blew off it's hinges. The Titan in question was visibly seething as he dropped the foot or so to the floor. "Why the fuck is their a cage in your ship? Was that for me?" He questioned loudly as his boots thumped on the floor while he approached.
Archivia stood in front of Jo as if to stop the approaching Titan. Now that she got a better look, his armor was dented in a very even pattern. He must have collided with one side rather hard and that had not been enough to stop his bulk. She was preparing to reprimand the Human when he spoke up again.
"Not only that you didn't realign the inertial dampeners! So when we hit that gravity well you were lucky we didn't spin like a fuckin' top!" He gently pushed Archivia aside as he dropped to a crouch. "You could have been killed up there in the flight station, Jo." His voice was nearly a whisper now. Causing the other Titan to hold her breath and lift her head to meet his gaze. "Now come on, we have a job to do." He reached his hand out to her and she gingerly took it before she was rather quickly jerked to her feet.
"We must hurry." Snow jumped into the conversation. Grutek and Watcher approached them as well to listen to the new orders. "Jo and I will head to the bridge to get all the data we need and shut down any fail safes the Ketch has." Jo nodded and she squeezed Raz's hand that she had refused to let go of earlier. The man returned the gesture after a moments hesitation. "While Raz and Archivia will go to engineering and find the flight logs. We want to know where this ship has been, find any and all hiding places that the House of Thieves use or have been. It will help narrow down potential future strikes on the remains of this House." Raz nodded and so did Archivia, this sounded simple enough.
"Baron, you and your men are to keep the hangar secure for our departure, especially if we need to leave in a hurry." The Baron nodded and gazed at the warriors he brought with them. They were dispersed about the hangar looting from the dead.
"Regular fuckin' pirates." Raz snorted out in a laugh. "Best road trip, ever."
"I will accompany you to the bridge, Warlock." Watcher stepped forward. The Human looked ready to argue but only nodded. Nothing he could do or say would dissuade the Vandal from going out for his revenge.
"Now that we have our tasks, let's get this done." Jo stated before giving Raz's hand one last squeeze before taking off with Snow and Watcher. Raz gave her one last look before nodding at Archivia and they sped off in the other direction.
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The Kell of the House of Thieves sat upon his throne with his many attendants milling about. But he paid them no heed as his gaze was locked on the three Awoken before him. He growled in disgust, he should have just killed them long ago. But they had showed promising results if he cooperated with them.
Now he was dearly regretting that decision. His glare sharpens as he looks at the woman who had convinced him of this fool's plan. He needed to act, and he needed to act now or he would not only lose his Ketch or House. But he could lose his life as well. It had been bad enough that most of his agents were about on their assignments seeking more help but now the Awoken had shown up! Not just a scouting party or patrol, no, but a whole battle group against his one Ketch. His other ships were nowhere near enough to return and assist him in time. Not only that, but the other Houses who had sent teams as a sort of sign of peace had gone rouge in the Hangar and throughout the Ketch. He was loosing control, and now he was receiving reports that Guardians had boarded his ship.
"Engage the engines! Turn us about, we are leaving the Reef!" The Kell roared to the surprise of the Fallen all around him. The Guadians froze in shock before the Warlock stormed up to him with the Hunter close behind.
"What is the meaning of this?! We have a plan you must follow!" The Warlock howled as he squared himself up to the seated Kell. What was his name again? The Kell racked his brain in search of it, oh right, Calrus. Sure the plan was falling apart, but they still had to maintain some semblance of order, or all the years of work would come crashing down in a matter of hours.
"You will not order our Kell around, Guardian!" A Kell's Guard yelled back at the Warlock. The overly promoted Dregg stood tall as he attempted to stare down the smaller Guardian. The Awoken man scoffed at the Dregg, but the Fallen made no move to back down.
The Warlock glared at the guard and his hand closed into a tight fist. Void energy wrapped itself around his fist and coiled it's way up his arm, ready for its master's order to strike. The Guardian did not, however, as the hand from one of his companions pulled him back slightly. He never noticed that Corde had moved up and he did it silently as well.
He pulled himself from the other's grip and quickly left the bridge. He would deal with the threats boarding the Ketch himself if he had to. At least it would help him vent his anger and frustration on something more than pitiful Thief Dreggs. Corde watched him leave and he quickly turned to look at Alias before looking at the door.
"I'm, uh, I'm going to go make sure Calrus doesn't do anything stupid." He jerked his thumb towards the door and took off at a run after his leader. The bridge fell into a relative silence after the Titan had left. Alias never looked at the Kell, and he was thankful for it, he didn't want to deal with her either.
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The battle that had been raging had garnered a few spectators. Mainly through a lone Guardian jumpship with high powered cameras that was actively broadcasting the feed to the Vanguard back on Earth. Travis watched the scene with a morbid fascination as he waited on the Vanguard, whom, much to his surprise were actually having a civil discussion about the topic at hand. The term civil being used in the most liberal and loose sense of meaning. He was more surprised that they weren't yelling at one another.
"Travis." Commander Zavala's voice finally cut through over the other two. "We need you to maintain your distance and await an opportune moment to go in and secure the rouge Guardians. We are providing you with several fireteams to assist in the matter." Travis nodded before looking back at the camera feed. This shit was going downhill very quickly, and at this rate there would most likely not be any Guardians to retrieve. But he would follow his orders and wait for the conflict to die down a bit before finding a way to seize the other Guardians.
A/N: I feel like this chapter may be a good one, but the views/reviews will tell. I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter and that I continue to better as a writer as the end is nigh. So remember fellow Guardians! Keep on keepin' on!