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[There's nothing but undisturbed snow for miles around, it seems. Except where they landed, sending puffs of it scattered among dead grass and broken machinery. The snow blankets a very dead world. Andrei wonders if he should feel cold, or even afraid, but a low current of solar heat gushes through him and it's gone.

They're not here to look for information. He's a little bummed about that, but then, the Fallen Houses are already well-differentiated, and if there were Vex on Earth, they might be in trouble.

Still, a chance to redeem himself after kicking his squad leader in the face might not go amiss.]

It's so quiet.

[Okay, so it's always quiet here. The stillness gets him every time. Usually it settles uncannily in his chest and makes that solar warmth go still. Today, though, it's agitated, like it's about to explode and scorch off someone's eyebrows.]

I don't feel right.

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[ This is it. It's time to prove herself. In her helmet she has her own personal soundtrack playing to keep her amped up (audio cut off from leaving her enclosed, personal space). This is show time and the boss man seems to think this is where they should start.

Everything's loaded and she has her scout rifle ready to be aimed at any sign of hostile movement. Her body is exuding anxious energy as she refuses to stay still, constantly shifting as she checks her radar. If the Fallen give her a little longer, she'll have a nice golden gun waiting for them.

The text from her fireteam flashes across her HUD and she shakes her head in quiet amusement. ]

Have you ever? [ She lets that tease hang in the digital air for a second before she continues. ]

No movement to report. We might be alone for this run-around.

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Not good to ever think like that.

[He moves along the path being crouching down to examine some disturbed snow. Big tracks accompanied by smaller, closer together ones. Captain and a few dregs. Nothing too fancy. Fallen patrol went trough here and recently with how little the tracks were degraded.

Definitely explains the noise. However they looked as if they were moving fast. He stows his hand-cannon away to climb up a dilapidated shack and survey the area. A rusted wing pointing up to the sky in the distance.

Mothyards. Could something be there that had the Fallen stirred up?]

We're to do recon. Confirm or bust rumors. Don't pick a fight unless you can end it.

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rocketsout

Fight everything, got it.

[Joking, joking.

Besides, it doesn't look as if there's much around anyways, which in itself is strange. Not quite something he likes, really, but time to put on a good face anyways. Nothing ever got accomplished by skittishness and giving pause.

He's certainly going to let the hunter take the lead though, at least when it comes to climbing on everyfuckingthing. This is new terrain, nothing he's quite used to, and falling off of something and making an idiot of himself isn't quite what he'd had in mind for his first time out.

Still, there's definitely some questions that have been left unanswered, and he cocks his head over, gesturing with his rifle.]

What are we looking for anyways?

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[He brings his pulse rifle to the ready and looks around again. Oh, so that's what James was looking at. He expected everything too be so pristine. He needs to be better at these details.

He follows behind their leader, flanking him, and wishes he were more confident with this gun. He's completely fine with waiting to engage the Fallen. That's not what he senses.]

Those Fallen. They're not the only things out there, are they?

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[ That doesn't make any sense. She doesn't hesitate before she's jumping up to join James on top of the building. If there's something deadly up there James would have screamed or shot by now. ]

Rumors? Of what? I don't see any Fallen activity that's different than usual.

[ Not that she's been on extensive patrols before. It's not her first time outside the Tower, but as far as she can tell, there's the usual Fallen patrols wandering about. Nothing new. ]

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[He glances back at the other hunter before scanning the horizon again. This place was usually crawling with House of Devil patrols. An Archon was known to reside in one of these buildings. It was unusual for things to be this quiet. Something was off.

Giving himself a running start, he blinks onto the nearby overhang to get a better look around. A grouping of Vandals were sticking close to complex east of them. They kept close to it as though protective.]

Their patrol patterns are all off.

[He jumps down and starts heading towards the plane graveyard. They had a job to do.]

Do any of you know why we gave up the moon?

Edited Date: 2015-08-22 04:57 am (UTC)

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rocketsout

[Awesome, weird patrol patterns. Not that that means too much to him, but that's still nothing that sounds terribly comforting. There's a shift as he forgoes the rifle, decides that perhaps a little more firepower is needed. Besides, a shotgun in his hands has always felt a hell of a lot better.

But everyone is moving now, or rather their leader is, so it might be best to not linger too long and actually attempt to keep up. Which of course, isn't as easy as it was in theory; damn hunters and their mobility.]

Because it sucks.

[Well it's a perfectly valid opinion. Any time he's been transmatted there, it's been awful. Whatever the anomaly was, it was terrible. Hands down.]

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An infestation.

[Andrei shivers. Lyncis told him stories about the moon, before the Vanguard withdrew and surrendered it to the minions of the darkness.]

A mad god and his vile followers dug into its surface so deep that we could never hope to root them out.

[He has only heard of them, creatures that are more husk than life and can leach the light from a Ghost as easily as breathing. At least, the more powerful ones can. Ir Yut, Omnigul, Phogoth...

Crota.]

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[ So they changed their patrol patterns, big deal. She frowns slightly as she jumps after him and if they are about to do much more walking, she's going to get her sparrow out of transmat.

She glances over at Andrei at his answer. It's the textbook answer, though she sees a much larger problem with the 'mad god's' rule. ]

Because we lost and our light, nor the Traveler's, could reach the depths of the moon any longer.

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You're both right. Liam...not what I was looking for. The Hive control the moon because of what their so called god did.

[It wasn't that long of a walk to the Mothyards. He wasn't going to make a call of everyone's sparrows just yet. Besides he was following the patrol's tracks.]

Thing is these 'armies of darkness' don't usually get along well together. So the big question we're here to answer is if a new faction showed up.

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rocketsout

[Well look at everyone else with their fancy answers and all that. He was just being honest. Whatever, he tries not to let the blow to his pride show too much; thank god for his helmet.]

And you're thinking that these things got bored and came down here? Awesome. Like some sort of messed up party or something.

[That definitely doesn't help his nerves at all.]

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[Andrei extends his energy the way Lyncis taught him, trying to figure out what it is that he feels. Whatever is out there, he doesn't recognize it. Anticipation and solar power course through him like nervous energy. He may not have nearly as much experience as James, but he knows the taint of darkness when he senses it, and he's fairly sure these aren't Vex. There's a bitterness to the tang he senses. The Vex are ageless; this is rotten.]

You think they grew tired of only occupying the moon?

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[ She turns the music down in her helmet. Suddenly this is getting a whole lot more interesting. She's watching her radar, but her eyes haven't left James as she follows him to the Mothyards. ]

Has the darkness spread this far? Is that what the rumors say?

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[He moves down into a prone position after switching over his sniper rifle and reaching the crest of the hill. Peering through the scope doesn't give him any reassurance. The Fallen were sticking away from the lunar complex.

That had to be the main source of the rumors. Plus he could see the patrol they were hunting after entering inside. Must be a stealth group to clean the place out.]

Rumors talk about screeches and clawing on the route towards Skywatch. The Hive don't care about having just the moon. They want to conquer everything.

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rocketsout

Rumors usually have root in truth.

[At least as far as these things seemed to go. It still doesn't sit well with him, but he's going to put up a decent front. That was the Guardian way, wasn't it? Throwing yourself at danger?]

We going in to smoke 'em out?

[He might be a little more preoccupied with watching his radar now, just to be safe.]

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Smoke them out? I'm fairly sure there are more of them than there are of us. We're probably just going in to observe.

[He can handle smoke thanks to his solar aptitude, but creatures of the darkness? And guns? He needs a whole lot more training before he wants to try that.]

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[ This is what she came out here for. A chance to remove the darkness that was corrupting the light of the universe. She just didn't think they'd be doing it so soon.

She's practically bursting with energy. Her scout rifle is loaded and she feels the pleasant burn of solar energy in her fingertips, ready to be unleashed. ]

I've got grenades and bullets. We can pretend they let out enough smoke.

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We don't need to be going in and disturbing them all. Confirm they're here or not and see how much they've spread if so.

[These guys didn't need to be dragged into a full on firefight yet. There was a difference between taking on a patrol of Fallen and being swarmed by Hive. He wasn't sure if they were ready for the latter.

He rolls back up onto his feet and starts heading for the complex. Two of the guardians sound enthusiastic. That was progress...he thinks so. ]

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rocketsout

Wouldn't it make more sense to just, you know, eliminate the problem if we're going to be finding them anyways?

[Seems like a little bit of backward logic. Something invades? Drive it back. Simple thing, right there.

Still, he shrugs the best he can, doesn't take his finger off the trigger of his shotgun. No point in being unprepared anyways, he's died enough to that already. He sets out sprinting though, not reticent to fall behind.]

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Because the four of us are going to fight back the Hive on our own?

[Sarcasm edges his voice, but it's better than fear.]

If this is just an advance party, maybe. But our job is to get back to the Tower alive with information. That's the point of a long patrol.

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Yes.

[ Where is this warlock's sense of adventure? Their leader has the final say however and if he doesn't want to lead a charge... Then she'll hold back. ]

How close can we get?

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