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Chapter 2: Dragons Awake
A few minutes after they entered warp space, Fireteam Death exited it outside the Reef. The three ships shot towards the expanse of asteroids and broken relics of the past. Once they found the Outpost, their ships were set on standard orbit and they transmatted into the Fallen Ketch.
Some of the Guardians already there watched as a fireteam slowly got their senses back. The Hunter walked over to Variks, possibly to buy some ammo syntheses. The Warlock turned right to the bounty board, his pace obviously showing he turning bounties. The group's Titan dashed to the Cryptarch. Most of the spectators went back to what they were doing. One kept watching the trio.
He was sitting on the ground, his back propped up against a table. Everyone knew who he was, as well as his team. He was a Hunter who went by the name "Hurricane." Being an Awoken, he was usually not as social as his companions. The ocean-blue armor was covered with sheathes for throwing knives, one of which was empty as he repeatedly tossed the knife into the air. Standing next to him was his shotgun, The Crash. Once he couldn't see the newcomers anymore, he switched his vision back towards space.
Variks leaned against his staff as a white-and-blue Hunter approached him. "Welcome back, Guardian," he rasped. As the man came closer, the Eliksni was better able to recognize him. Firewing. The red lightning strike on his right arm was now clearly visible.
"Hello, Variks," Firewing responded. Two Tokens of Flight appeared in his hands and he gave them to Variks. "Two Tokens, all yours."
"Thank you. I trust the Wolves have lost some of their pack, yes?" Variks asked in his native tongue, knowing now was as good a time as any to help the Guardian understand it fluently. His lower hands put the received Tokens in his pouch.
"They have, although I doubt it will do anything major."
"Sometimes, all it takes to bring down a wall is to chip away the stones."
"Indeed," Fire let a hmph of agreement.
"You will be fighting in the Prison, yes?"
"Maybe. Lucks has a bounty on some raiders that have wandered too close the Archive, so I don't know how long it'll take."
"It has been a while since you put on a good show for us. Soon, it will be too long. Goodbye, Guardian." Variks took a few steps back and bowed his head in respect.
Firewing did the same before he turned to leave. "See you later, Variks."
"Goodbye, Titan," The Cryptarch said while returning to his datapad.
"Yup," was all Lucks said as he moved to his team's rendezvous point. The engrams he got were decoded and he had his Ghost, Marcus, disassemble the rares. The chestplate may be of use to Triton. As he strolled down the walkway, he spotted Hurricane staring into the Reef.
"Hey, Hurricane," Lucks shouted out. The Awoken gave no sign of acknowledgment. Lucks tried again, but a bit louder. That worked.
"What?" He asked in a gruff voice while turning his head to look at the Titan.
"What are you doing?"
"Watching the rest of my team in the Prison. Dmitri shot Aru'un in the face with Gjallarhorn. Now they're getting their rewards. Should be back within a minute." Hurricane stood up and stretched his arms before grabbing his shotgun.
Lucks looked on as a minute later, the Dragons transmatted into the Outpost, smiles on their faces. The three Titans were reconciling their newest moments.
"Krayt, you must be crazy to survive being smacked around by those Phalanxes," the steel gray one cajoled.
"His Force Barriers kept him alive in that game of ping pong," said the white and red Titan.
"Says the guy who punched the ogre in the face," the dark green warrior retorted.
The Dragons laughed as Hurricane came over and joined his team. Led by Dmitri, a heavy man and almost pyromaniac, they were one of the strongest hitting fireteams the Vanguard had. 20/20, the group's only Exo, was point-man, sniper, and medic. Krayt, another human, was an exceptional Defender and therefore, almost always the bait. But he loved it.
Fireteam Dragon also had their signature armor on. The closest comparison anyone could come up with was the Cabal's Colossus armor. The whole surface of their bodies was covered in thick plating, the only exceptions being joint areas. Dmitri only used his name when not in battle, but the red dragon motifs on his white armor made his nickname obvious. Krayt could pull off being mistaken for a smaller Dust Giant colossus, all he needed was a helmet. 20 was given the engrams and immediately dashed to the Cryptarch.
Triton came over and greeted the group with a smile. Well, as good as an Exo could smile. "I see you guys had a fun time. Krayt, you all right? You a little stunned."
"I'll be fine," the Titan responded, though his shaking head said otherwise.
"So, Tri, how is Winter?" Dmitri asked. He was a bit concerned when Fireteam Death had helped the Fallen House. However, their leader explained to them that Winter was no longer a threat to the City, at least for the time being.
"They're doing well. Exiles are still coming back, though at a much smaller pace."
"But we're still on the defensive," Firewing chimed in as he approached the group.
"Hmm. Well, if you want to, you three can come join us on Mars. We just got out of the Prison of Elders, and need to unwind," Krayt suggested, and received a disapproving glare from Hurricane, although it couldn't be seen from beneath his helmet.
"Sorry, but we are needed on Venus. Wolves have gotten too close to the Archive again," Lucks answered and pulled out Marcus. As he was transmatted to Little Light, the two teams gave their goodbyes and the rest of Death departed.
"Your turn, Fire," Triton spoke over the comms.
"Yup. Ishtar Sink, Venus," He entered the coordinates and jumped to warp space, his team following Ceres Galliot. Firewing then went about to switch his cloak and colors.