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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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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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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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If it's a small infestation, we can wipe it out. First, we need to figure out how much they've spread. We're a recon team for now. Not a strike team.

[They needed to keep moving. He kept up a decent sprint but kept checking on the radar to make certain that no one was falling behind. Those Fallen had a lead on them. However the safety of the fireteam was priority.]

Need to keep an eye out for a camp site for the night.

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[Well sounds completely counterproductive; something tries to take an important area? Kill it. Simple logic. Sound logic. Logic that they really should be following.

But in the effort of not getting stabbed again, it's easier to relent. Regardless of his feelings on the matter.]

Staying here for the night then?

[Alright, it's to be expected, but he still doesn't quite like the sound of it.]

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We should find cover.

[Probably not in one of the massive buildings up ahead. They would take too long to secure. Those abandoned shuttles ahead look promising, if they aren't already occupied. Maybe they could even light a fire for warmth in the cover offered by the giant shells.

He points them out to James.

What about there?

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[ She's hoping it's a small group. A few hive kills under her belt means less darkness to invade. This is too close to home for comfort. ]

You want to play house while we complete the objective?

[ If that's what the warlock wants to do while they get down to business, she isn't going to object. Saves a lot of trouble for later. ]

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No one will be playing house. Until the sun sets we continue moving. End of discussion.

[However he gives an approving nod towards where the warlock had pointed. That should do just fine. Soon enough the degraded lunar complex loomed over the fireteam and he stopped to listen.

Nothing. Deathly quiet. Then the faint echo of a roar after a few moments.]

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Roger.

[Mixed feelings on that one. He'd rather be back to the tower before the end of the day, if at all possible. This feels way too slow, way too boring. That could be a good thing, perhaps, because it means not dying, but it's also filling him with anxious energy. Something should be happening. Nothing is happening.]

Shouldn't we...go faster then? Get out of here before we need to actually stay overnight?

[Oh wait, that's definitely a roar. Alright, everything rescinded. It needs to be quiet again.]

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[He's not playing house. He's trying to be helpful. As if she could find a better place. Lyncis didn't teach him a whole lot, but he did pick up how to make a good camp.

At the sound in the distance, he grips his rifle even tighter. That sounds like their target. But where was it?]

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If we go faster-

[ That's all she manages to get out before she hears the roar. There's something there. Something she can shoot. Her excitement is barely contained as her eyes turn to James for confirmation of their next step.

Are they good to go? ]

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[That roar does not bode well at all. The hunter takes out his hand-cannon and ventures inside, the failing lights inside throwing ominous shadows along the walls. Tiles cracked and broken along the way inside.]

Keep up. Place is falling apart.

[Then he pauses. The next room over was a chaotic mess with a downed and flickering industrial light, making the corpses inside harder to investigate. Fallen patrol had been torn apart. A dreg's arms cleaved off. Another almost cut in two.

The Captain lay collapsed by a shutter door, its arm stretched out towards a keypad. Was that their job here? Not to fight something but to seal it away?]

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['Keep up.' Haha, really funny. Really funny. It's a good thing he's got a helmet, because it hide the fact that he's rolling his eyes pretty hard. All the same, he still can't afford to get left behind, not when this is all rather unfamiliar territory.

The sight that greets them all isn't comforting at all. Gore, that's not something that's new or anything, but it's really not something that he was expecting right out the gate. He takes a moment, nudges a piece of viscera with his boot, squishes it underfoot. Gross.]

Alright, found the fallen.

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[Really, he would rather not go inside, not because of the bodies but because of the dim light and the many corners. But if his team insists, he'll do what he can to secure the perimeter.]

Wisp? Can you figure out the lock code for that keypad?

Right away.

[His ghost materializes at his shoulder, small and iridescent silver against the darkness. It floats over to the pad and gets to work. Meanwhile, Andrei heads over to analyze the corpses.]

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[ Keep up, she can do. In fact, she stays only a few steps behind James. Whatever's ahead of them, she knows they'll be able to handle it and surely their leader knows the terrain.

The scene of dead Fallen gives her slight pause. It's the only encouragement she needs to do a quick weapon swap. They're in Hell now and there's work to be done with her handcannon. Either the differing Fallen houses have been fighting here or the rumors of Darkness spreading to Earth are true.

And hey look, someone's ghost isn't afraid to be seen. ]

Falling apart and full of dead Fallen. Wonderful.

[ She's approaching the dead captain and kneels to get a better look at the fatal wounds. ]

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[He steps through the torn apart bodies and crouches down by the more intact dreg, letting his ghost out to shine much needed light. Its whole left side had been clawed open. Definitely wasn't what killed the captain.

Another Fallen wouldn't have done this. Something darker and more feral. That didn't make him feel any better.]

How long until that door is opened?

[The muffled echoes of screeches above them makes him raise up and look around at the ceiling. Whatever ended this dreg was still close by.]

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[Awesome. Opening the door where all the dead things are. What a great idea. The best.

Sarcasm. It's his second language.]

Remember when I said we should deal with stuff quick? Kinda thinking that the recon part sounds better now.

[It's just nerves, he's got to force himself to get over things. Still, there's a cursory check around the room for a moment, enough to give him time to mark everyone present as 'friendly'. Not that it would really help if things got super bad, but at least there's an attempt being made.]

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Got it.

[Andrei turns away from the bodies. He had better cover his ghost if James wants the door open.

...if.]

Just say when. We've got it.

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[ Those sounds... She's standing alert and her handcannon is aimed right at the door, finger hovering near the trigger. Whatever's nearby, she hasn't heard them before. ]

That doesn't sound like Fallen.

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