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Suspicions

I had to stop myself several times to not type 'Tormented' into the title instead of 'Redacted'. Habit lol.

Thanks to Mantic64, The Great Wolf 177, jsm1978, Lazypersons, Guest, and for their reviews!

Mantic64 - I thought I responded to this before but as I said before, no. Ianos will 'not' get a SIVA upgrade to his system mainly for the reason that the events of Rise of Iron already had occurred and SIVA is widely known as a threat, not something to be 'used' in my story. Also, I already have plans for his upgraded system, it's just has not yet been introduced yet.

Lazypersons - Yeap! They are! And they have a lot of catching up to do! :D

Guest - Thank you. And yes! I have seen both Trailers and honestly, I am hyped! I can't wait to pre-order the game (can't right now, bills man *cries*) and play the beta once it comes out! I just hope I'm not over hyped lol.

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Edited: 07/10/2022

Of all the questions he had expected from Akiva, that was the last one Ianos had expected, especially since, in his eyes, his identity is obvious. As such, he couldn't help but give Akiva a bland stare, "Who else would it be?"

"But Matt said. Your system. Your gear. You look different."

Ianos sighed, decided against on saying anything else, and instead focus onto the Guardian in Akiva's arms. He frowned.

"A child?"

"A what!?"

Ianos released another breath, "Akiva…"

Even with his face hidden, he can easily sense the sheepish look upon the Titan's face, "I thought she was small. You know, like how Carina was?"

Flinching at the mention of their late friend, Ianos repressed his grief before forcing himself to pay attention to the newborn. The first thing he noticed was how frail she looked, hear armor doing little to hide how her arms and legs seemed too thin and looked as though she hadn't eaten anything for a long while. Signs that Ianos recognizes instantly.

"We have to get her back to the Tower, quickly." He said, "get her warmed up, a space to rest, and some food for her before she wakes. She is going to be low on light even when she is physically rested." Ianos paused, furrowing his brows together, "She is going to need a large meal."

"Uh, Ianos?"

"When we get to the Tower, do not, I repeat, do not remove her helmet." Ianos sensed the puzzled look from the others, "Not until she is awake and has some privacy."

"Ianos." He snapped his eyes towards Angel, "Is there something you know that you aren't telling us?"

Despite himself, Ianos scowled; he had momentarily forgotten that Angel is observant. He had hoped to keep this a secret but, then again, the others saved the child's life. Only fair they understand what is going on. Later.

"I will answer everything once she regains her strength." Ianos promised, "But for now, we have to keep this ourselves." He closed the distance between himself and Akiva, taking note of the newborn's shivering. Then, without thought, Ianos reached out and intertwined his fingers with hers, rubbing his thumb gently over the top of her hand. He sensed the puzzled look from Akiva and Angel.

"If I am correct, then it is better for her to be hidden before interacting with others, especially with humans and Awoken."

"What?"

Slipping his finger's away from the newborn's, Ianos turned to his team, meeting their eyes.

"Help her regain her strength, keep her hidden, and once she is awake, we shall see if my suspicions are correct."

"Suspicions?"

Despite the annoyance eating away at him, nostalgia also hit Ianos; he won't openly admit it, but he had missed Angel's constant questions.

"I cannot say yet, but for her sake, I hope I am wrong."

"Why?"

Narrowing his eyes, Ianos couldn't help but glance over to the newborn in Akiva's arms.

"Otherwise, her life will be difficult."

Xxxxx

The newborn's place of stay was going to be the Warlock's quarters, mainly because he has the most 'privacy' between the three. Although Crystalline overheard the Hunter admit sheepishly that he hadn't return to his place of stay in nearly a year – in other words, who knows of its current state?

However, with the place of stay taken care of, it is now the problem of sneaking Crystalline's Chosen into the Tower; the Warlock was adamant that keeping her existence a secret for now, at least until her Chosen is lucid enough. It took some bickering, a debate but it was decided that they would wait until dark to sneak in, which is made easier thanks to the winter day. Although, this doesn't make waiting any easier.

At least Crystalline is given a moment with her now sleeping Chosen, the latter of which is wrapped snuggly in the Hunter's spare cloak. The three Guardians are standing not too far, more than likely conversing on how to further sneak her Chosen in.

Eyeing the three suspiciously before turning her attention back to her Chosen, Crystalline couldn't suppress a sigh; she wonders how she was going to report back to the Revenants now that she is discovered by Tower Guardians. Not to mention that her new Chosen is too weak to stand and that they were going to be staying at the Tower, she wonders how she is going to make her way back to the others. Let alone let them know of Blaise's death.

With the ache of her Chosen's death still fresh, Crystalline couldn't help but sniffle, her shell dropping as she turned her focus back onto the newborn, hearing the latter release a small whimper before turning onto her other side and went quiet once more. Moving past her previous Chosen's death isn't going to be easy; it had taken her 'years' to find him, and when she did, it felt like a void in her core was filled and joy finally came into her life. But now, with him gone, the same joy of finding a Guardian now seems sad, shameful even as, although the child's light is compatible, it was not the same. And she doubts that is going to change anytime soon.

"We're ready to head out."

Jumping, Crystalline snapped towards the Warlock, the latter of which now stood by with his arms crossed. Regaining her composure, Crystalline only stared, her optic narrowed as Blaise's words echoed in her mind.

Do not trust Tower Guardians.

"Oh? And I am willing to bet you have a plan to sneak my Chosen in?" Crystalline saw the Warlock nod, "And am I not going to be informed of this plan?"

There was a sigh from the Warlock, the Guardian shifting his gaze back and forth between her and her Chosen; she couldn't help but feel uneasy at his silence.

"Despite traveling at night, there are still Guardians active this late at the Tower." The Warlock explained, "So we decided that we need to make her smaller, more compact, if you understand."

There was a pause, a blink as Crystalline stared and then, her optic grew wide as it finally dawned upon her, "You want to kill my Chosen? How dare you even incite-"

"How else are we going to get her into the Tower unnoticed?" She easily senses the glare behind the Warlock's helmet, "Her existence cannot be known, at least not until I am sure that I am wrong."

Crystalline couldn't help but give the Guardian a glare, "What are you so frightened about my Chosen that you want to keep it to yourself?" She saw him pause, shoulders squaring out defensively, his hands curling into fists; she continued, "I am her Ghost, I have every right to know what is going on that evolves around her."

"I will tell you once we reach the Tower." Crystalline couldn't help releasing a harsh breath at the Warlocks' words, "but for now, out in the open, where unwanted ears can tune in, I am not going to take that risk."

"Then we are not going to the Tower." Crystalline couldn't help but feel satisfied as she watched his hands curl and uncurl in frustration, "Not unless you tell me why the fuck you are so insistent that my Guardian heads to the Tower in secret."

At first, there was only silence, and Crystalline grew wary that he wasn't going to answer. But then, she heard him sigh, his gaze tearing away from her as he placed a hand onto the side of his helmet, drumming his fingers alongside it as he subtly shook his head. That's when Crystalline spotted the familiar flash of light form near his shoulder.

"I will take it from here, Ianos."

Seeing the Warlock fix his gaze onto the black and orange shell of his Ghost, Crystalline waited as the two stared before finally, the Guardian nodded his head once, turned, and walked away, more than likely back to the others of his team. That is when Crystalline saw her fellow Ghost turn their optic her way.

Crystalline glowered at them, "If you think you can convince me to allow my Chosen to be taken to the Tower without knowing anything, think again."

"I am not going to do anything." Crystalline gave them a dubious look at their innocent answer, "I am simply going to explain 'why' Ianos is so adamant on transferring your Guardian to the Tower safely."

Chosen, Crystalline wanted to correct but, she held herself back; she already had put herself at risk by outwardly calling the child Chosen instead of the modern term of Guardian. She doesn't want to further expose herself. As such, she instead said, "If you mean safely as killing her and then me taking in her light to sneak her in, I will rather not hear his reason why."

"Just hear me out." Her fellow Ghost sighed, "Ianos does not plan withoutreason, and I do admit some of them are a bit farfetched."

Crystalline couldn't help a snort, "You think?"

"But for good reason." She doubts that, "You see, Ianos has been around for centuries, plenty enough time to watch those he cared for die around him. His over reaction is just him trying to ensure everyone makes it out of every scenario safely."

"And where does the safety of my Guardian come into this?"

Crystalline still couldn't help but doubt, be dubious of her fellow Ghost's words, and their frustration is known when she heard them sigh.

"There are hopes that we are wrong but, we came to believe that her condition is the same of an old friend of ours."

Crystalline blinked, "Condition?"

The black and orange Ghost nodded, "When we laid our eyes upon her, we recognized the symptoms. If we are correct, then the humans and the Awoken will treat her with heavy prejudice."

"And how do you know this?"

"Because our friend was treated as such." Her fellow Ghost answered, "It was severe to the point that he never removed his helmet out in public and he prefers the solace of isolation. If we are correct, then that is not the only problem she will face."

Concerned settled into Crystalline's core; what do they know about her Chosen that would warrant their worries?

"What other problems?" She asked.

"Weak stature and energy are one of them." The Ghost answered, "The main problem, however, would be the lack of control over light."

Crystalline stared, "Lack of control? Over light? Why?"

She received a shrug as an answer.

"Your Guardian's condition is extremely rare, the only other case being our friend." Crystalline heard them click their shell together, "All we know is that Guardians like yours have difficulty controlling their light and, depending on their attunement, it can have catastrophic results."

Taking in her fellow Ghost's words, Crystalline shifted her optic back towards her slumbering Chosen, watching as she stirred, and then pulled the cloak tighter around her shoulders.

"Let me guess." Crystalline said slowly as she turned back to the Ghost, "The Vanguard kept a close eye on your friend?"

"Actually, they thought about locking him away, where his light would not be deemed as dangerous."

"What!?"

"Do not worry, Ianos had deemed the solution as inhumane and took our friend under his wing, despite the Consensus' protest."

"That doesn't –" Crystalline couldn't find her words, sputtering; she had heard Tower Guardians were intolerant to those who were deemed 'abnormal' but to this extent?

She took in a deep breath, gathering her composure, "I am going to take a guess that meant you found a solution to his lack of control?"

It was a relief when the Ghost nodded, "It took us a while but, Ianos built an armor piece that helped kept his light in check." They hummed, "The Impossible Machines they were called, if I remember correctly."

Despite herself, Crystalline snorted at the name.

"We didn't name it." Her fellow Ghost defended, "Cayde has a weird sense of humor when it comes to naming armor and weapons."

Cayde. That's a name she never heard before but supposedly one that she should have, considering how her fellow Ghost didn't elaborate on who this Cayde is. Nonetheless, that isn't what is important right now.

"Then is it possible for my Chosen to use such a piece?" She asked.

To her surprise, the Ghost shook side to side, "Sadly, the Impossible Machines were made to attune to arc light of Warlocks. It never occurred to my Guardian and I to collaborate it to Hunters and Titans."

"Then, my Chosen…"

"Do not fret, Ianos is already planning a similar piece for your Guardian." The black and orange Ghost elaborated, "But all our materials are back at the Tower which is one of the reasons why he wanted to bring her there."

Glancing back at her Chosen once more, doubt again lingered to the surface of Crystalline's core, "If she has a 'lack of control' over her light, then why hasn't she shown signs yet?"

Or why her light hasn't manifested.

"Because she is weak right now." Crystalline turned her attention back onto her fellow Ghost, "but there is no doubt that once she regains her strength, there will be complications."

"Then why does your Guardian want to wait until she regains her strength to tell us what is going on?"

"Because he doesn't want to remove her helmet without her consent." The Ghost is starting to sound annoyed, "And in order for 'everything' to make sense, it requires us seeing her physical appearance." That is when she watched them pause, their orange optic blinking at her, "Did you not see what she looked like?"

Shifting her shell downward, Crystalline shook her core. The look upon the Ghost's optic shifted, their gaze growing wide, and the parts of their shell drifting apart.

"You have no idea what your Guardian is then?"

Now it was Crystalline's turn to be irritated, "The more you speak, the more you confound me." Her shell bristled, "Is her physical appearance that important to learn on what is going on?"

"Yes." She released a frustrated breath at the answer, "If Ianos and I are correct, then what she is may have an impact on her life. The Consensus even passed word of caution if we were to find anyone like your Guardian."

Find. Like as though they are actively looking for ones like her Chosen. Or hunting.

Then there is no doubt that she is not heading to the Tower. Hearing that that is enough for Crystalline to decide that is it better for her Chosen to be exposed to the workings of the Revenants than letting her get killed by Tower Guardians. At least back with the others, there is a chance her Chosen can be saved.

"I know what you are thinking. We know who you are and who you are aligned with."

That, that is enough to pull Crystalline out of her scheming and she stared wide-eyed at her fellow Ghost, the latter of which hovered back, as if to give her more space. Or to put distance between themselves.

"My Guardian and I are the only ones who know who you are." The Ghost elaborated, "your secret is safe with us."

For now, Crystalline thought.

There is a sigh from her fellow Ghost, "Look, I understand why you would be skeptical of the Tower. In honesty, there were a few times where my Guardian and I thought about leaving."

Crystalline blinked and then mentally scolded herself. Of course, there would be Guardians who would want to leave, how else a Faction like the Revenants would have existed in the first place?

"But I also know that your group works in close proximity to the Darkness. Is that safe for a newborn such as her?"

Anger was the first to settle into Crystalline's core and she turned to yell, to shout. How dare! But then just as quickly as the anger set in, the truth hit her as well. Her Chosen is young. And weak. If she were to take her there now, she would be susceptible to the corrupting effects of the Darkness. Or at least, more so than the others.

"You may not like the idea, but the Tower is the safest place for her." Crystalline couldn't help but glare at the Ghost for their words, "and if anything were to go awry, then my Guardian will be there to protect her."

By the gods, Crystalline doesn't want to admit it but they might right. The Tower maybe filled with enemies, but it would be easy to hide her Chosen's identity -whatever it is – with how casual everyone keeps their helmets on. And they would have an ally, despite how dubious Crystalline is to trust them.

"I will give you some time to think about it."

Shaking out of her thoughts, Crystalline looked up in time to see her fellow Ghost glide away – possibly back to their own Chosen – which gave her the opportunity to turn her back to them and settle her optic over the newborn. She is still asleep, her steady breathing the only sign of life. Grief hit Crystalline at the sight.

She still remembers the first time she found Blaise, or, in a more accurate sense, she had 'met' him. The two of them were a rare case because Blaise had lost his Ghost in another mission; she had found him grieving out in the Wilds before the two learned their lights were compatible. At that time, Blaise was already a member of the Revenants, and as such, the Faction was all Crystalline had known. Sure, she had heard of the Last City and the Tower, but she had never entered either sanctuary; Crystalline had been busy searching for her Chosen. Everything she had known about the Guardians living in the Tower were from Blaise and he had said nothing positive about them at all.

Cowardly. Soft.

That is what Blaise had called those who live in the City, all for the reason that they believed the Darkness should be destroyed instead of wielded like the Light. She was told of stories, stories of Tower Guardians killing fellow Revenants for the sole reason for intermingling with the Darkness, and Crystalline cannot help but let her imagination run wild; that the Guardians kill anything that they see as a threat. It didn't help that with what her fellow Ghost had said, it strengthened her suspicions. At least, she thought so, but despite the Warlock knowing who they are, he is willing to help, and both he and his Ghost are willing to keep their secret safe.

Why?

Crystalline couldn't help but frown, pressing her shell against her core. Only if she hadn't snagged onto that Tower frequency. That is what she gets for panicking.

As she further pondered upon her choices, the thought of bringing her Guardian to the Tower slowly grew on her. True, the Revenants was the only home she had know but it is also no place for a newborn, especially not one with a weak constitution as her Chosen. The constant experiments and tests on the Darkness that the Revenants do puts everyone at risks, their light and strong will the only reason they are able to overpower the corruption. In which her Chosen has neither. Perhaps, given enough time, when her Chosen gains enough strength, one day, one day Crystalline can lead her back 'home'.

Twirling her back shell, Crystalline turned and glided over to the group of Guardians.

"Hey you, the black and orange one."

"The name is Ace." She can easily sense the blank look her fellow Ghost gave her as the latter turned, "and have you come to a decision?"

That is when she hesitated. Right, they must sneak her Chosen into the Tower.

"You are going to make her death quick, right? Painless?"

There was a look of surprise, not just from the Ghost, but from the other Guardians; she can see them flinch at her words.

"O-Of course." Ace stammered out, "We are not barbarians. We really are concerned for your Guardian's safety." They glided closer, "Do not worry, we will make sure that is quick and painless, as you say."

Although still uneasy at the thought of her Chosen experiencing death so soon, Crystalline nodded her thanks, and then promptly jumped as the Warlock took up a sidearm from his waist, cocking it before walking over to the slumbering form of her Chosen. She still lays on her side, asleep, unaware of her incoming death.

As the Warlock aimed his weapon, Crystalline couldn't help but turn away; perhaps if her Chosen had been an adult, she would have been able to bear witness. But that wasn't the case.

"I… I have a question." She managed to murmur out, feeling Ace's optic settle upon her, "The lack control of light. Do you know why?"

"I thought I told you…"

"Your Chosen is a Warlock." Crystalline retorted, forcing herself to look into Ace's orange optic, "He must have come up with a theory."

There was a pause, a shift of hesitation in her fellow Ghost's optic before, they sighed.

"It is farfetched at best." Ace admitted, "But, Ianos did come up with one answer while researching why."

"And?"

"It is because beings like her and our friend, they shouldn't exist."

What now?

Crystalline couldn't help but gape at Ace, optic wide. This only earned her a shrug from her fellow Ghost.

Shouldn't exist? What do they mean by that?

Before she could further question the Ghost however, she spotted movement and she looked up in time to see the Titan walking over to where her newborn laid. Confused, it was then Crystalline realized that she had yet to hear a gunshot and she turned to see the Warlock standing over the newborn, his weapon aimed. But his hand is trembling – no – his entire body shook, as if straining to pull the trigger.

The Titan approached and settled a hand onto the Warlock's shoulder.

"Here." She heard him say, before tentatively taking the sidearm from the Warlock's hand, "I'll do it."

At first, Crystalline can see resistance, the Warlock's shoulders squaring out, fingers going tight around the weapon. Nonetheless, the Titan was able to slip the weapon out of his grasp easily and then, he aimed it at the newborn. Despite sensing the hesitation from the Titan, Crystalline knew that he would be the one to do it. As such, she turned and squeezed her optic shut, just in time to hear the familiar pop of the sidearm going off.

The heavy breaths of her Chosen then stilled.

Xxxxx

Ianos couldn't bring himself to kill her.

He had thought long ago he had gotten over his trauma. But no sooner had he aimed his sidearm at the newborn when the memories flooded in.

The look of surprise in his blue eyes, mouth parted in a gawk as the familiar face of the dead looked on with hate filled eyes.

"But I thought-"

Those were Wesley's last words. Ianos didn't give him a chance to finish before he raised his weapon and fired it point back into the traitor's face. And then proceeded to destroy his Ghost.

After that, he had made a vow to never kill another Guardian but, there is another reason why. Every time he would aim his weapon at another, the events of the moon would come flooding back.

Amele, Rytark, and Copper's sacrifice. Wesley's betrayal. And he and Darian's torture under the –

He shook his head, feeling his hands shift on the controls of his ship in response.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hearing Ace's startled shouts, Ianos suddenly lurched, shifting the ship back onto the correct coordinates. This earned him a look of concern from his Ghost.

"Still bothering you?"

Instead of answering, Ianos opted to keep his focus on steering his ship; answer enough for Ace.

"You know, you did not have to be the one to kill the newborn."

"But I was the one who suggested it." Ianos retorted, hearing his Ghost sigh in response, "It would only make sense that the one who planned a death should be the one to perform the deed." He then gritted his teeth, his grip going tight on the controls, "But in the end, Akiva had to be the one to do it. The father between the tree of us."

"So you would rather have Angel do it?" Ianos paused at Ace's question, "Ianos, I understand why you are upset but you also should take care of yourself. You did not just take the vow of never killing another Guardian for no reason." He kept quiet, "That is why Akiva took the weapon to kill the newborn. He may not know the reason behind it, but he understands enough that it is something you are still uncomfortable with. And just as we had promised Crystalline, he made it quick. The newborn didn't even let out a sound when he fired."

At the mention of the newborn's Ghost, Ianos lifted a hand and brushed his fingers into the crook of his neck, his fingertips brushing the familiar tips of a shell. Feeling the Ghost stir from the touch, he snapped his hand back, only to hear the former release a sigh and snuggle closer into the back of his coat.

Ianos had been adamant that Crystalline travels with him, mainly because both he and Ace are knowledgeable of the Revenants. At least, fully. A brief conversation with the others showed that Akiva had heard of them recently. Angel on the other hand, had no idea what he was talking about.

The reason that he wanted Crystalline with him is to ensure she has a 'privacy', that she feels comfortable enough to trust the team. And from the way she is currently asleep, it gave Ianos some confidence.

Not to mention that he had heard of both Crystalline and her Guardian – or more accurately, her Chosen – Blaise. It was difficult not to when the news of them returning from the Vault, unscathed, spread. After all, most who venture in the Vault, never come out.

As if reading his thoughts, he heard Ace say, "You know, if it was not for her physical appearance, I would have never believed that both she and her Guardian made it through the Vault of Glass and back."

An understatement, considering that instead of the standard shell that most Ghosts are born with, her shell took shape of a Hydra, down to the tendrils. The difference is the shell, which shimmered with a light shade of violet, the patterns constantly moving that reminded Ianos of the same motions that occur on Awoken skin. The only way you could tell that Crystalline is a Ghost is her optic, which maintained the same symbol that all Ghosts have. It's a wonder that she hasn't been shot.

"Do you think that she and her Guardian made it through the Vault alone?" Ace asked, "Or do you think they are the same as Kabr and his team?"

Ianos couldn't help but pause at their words. He heard of Blaise's accomplishment – he was plenty old enough for that – but it never crossed his mind that the younger Chosen would be placed in the same situation as Kabr and the others. And when he means others, he means Pahanin and Praedyth.

It was strange really, Ianos had only spoken to the Hunter on several occasions, but he knows for certain that the mere mention of the Vault will cause Pahanin to freeze, and the only information he can pry out of the traumatized Guardian was that the two of them entered the Vault. At that time, Ianos couldn't make sense of it, since you need three to even enter the Vex territory. That is, until a frequency was picked up from the vault years later. It was Praedyth, a Guardian that even Ianos thought was a myth. And a Guardian who is trapped within the Vex's hold of time.

Who is to say that Praedyth is a unique occurrence?

"Likely." Ianos finally answered, "Countless other Guardians have entered the Vault. Who is to say some of them didn't meet the same fate as Kabr's Fireteam?"

He heard a few clicks emit from Ace, "Makes me wonder how frustrating that is. How you know that something is not right, but you cannot exactly put your finger on it, the memory just out of your grasp. Do you know how it feels – oh, right."

Hearing his Ghost chuckle sheepishly, Ianos opted to turn his attention back to piloting his ship, ensuring that the coordinates are proper and pointed towards the Tower.

"So?"

Ianos kept his eyes forward, "So what?"

"Remember anything else?" This made Ianos turned and raise a brow at Ace, "Like a name?"

Despite himself, he groaned, "Is remembering my previous life not enough? Why is my previous name so important to you?"

"Because I'm curious!" Ace pressed their shell together; a Ghost equivalent of a pout, "You remember your lineage, your death, your life. Traveler, you even remember your noble name. Why not your first?"

"That is with Mara's aid." Ianos reminded, "Without her I would have remembered none of that." He then sighed, "And even if I do remember my previous name, what us of it will be to me considering I will never use it again?"

"Closure." He paused, "Look, I know you are all about moving on but, you are also the type to hold onto pieces of the past. It is obvious that the murder of both you and your mother have an impact on you."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well," Ace hummed, "One is how disoriented you get when you die." Ianos scowled; he cannot deny that it is the truth, "Two, not long after your memory returned, you started talking your sleep, and it mostly involves you calling out for your mother. And begging your father not to kill the two of you."

Ianos flinched, "He is not my father." And then halted at his own outburst, surprised, giving him little time to regain his composure when Ace then asked.

"And your mother?"

Clamping his mouth shut, Ianos furrowed his brows, pursing his lips. Then, he answered, "She had done nothing wrong to me. I hold no grudge towards her."

"But her death bothers you, does it not?"

Ianos went silent.

"I was thinking." Ace started, "Perhaps when we have the time, let us find your previous name. Perhaps it will help you find closure, or at least, some of it."

Fiddling his fingers around the stick of his controls, Ianos, at first, opted to remain silent. But, as the view of the Tower came into view within the window of the cockpit of the ship, he spoke.

"We will see."