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What secrets lay hidden in Neptune's clouds? I grew up hearing about all the crazy theories about it being terraformed or the possibility of a colony being started there, but the planet’s reputation discouraged me from believing the rumors. Now I can't help but wonder if I was wrong.  

Stranger things have happened, so who knows what awaits us there. If anything's even there. 

It means however that Crow was right. Something was likely hiding in Neptune's gravity well, and now we’re going to find out what it is. However, it's not what the Cabal were hiding, but rather what they were trying to access.  

I’d ask how we missed it, but Rasputin seems to have given us the biggest hint, it at least a few pieces of the puzzle. There’s still questions however and I’m not sure if we’re ready to find out the truth.  

I’m worried that things are about to take a major turn.  

-Tidal Lion, year 2978  

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“Attention all pilots and Guardians. To your ships. Enemy has been engaged, repeat Enemy engaged. Alert code 7! Scrambling all available ships.”  

“Coms Check for Fireteam Leo-Alpha! Blue Lion, and Prometheus OSP. Flight systems Go.”  

“Young Wolf reporting in. Flying Foundry powering up.”  

“Dragoness flying Spear of the Fore, ready when you are Lion.”   

“Raven and Radiant Accipiter. On your lead sister.”   

“Golden Eagle with City Hawk 3226. Let’s kick’em where it hurts!”  

“Blessed Bur’shak koos with Celestial Kestrel. Ready to prevent a second Whirlwind.”   

“Dire Warbeast and Psionic Reaver in Sunbreaker’s Harvest. Reading your signal Field Commander.”   

“Fireteam Leo-Alpha launching 15. Follow formation until we reach the fleet. Fireteam Leo-Beta, start your own preparations. Fly fast and good luck.”   

“Roger that Tidal, stay safe, and aim true.”  

Seven ships shot out from the HELM’s hanger bay forming up on the large black and blue ship. Tide’s eyes flicked to the comlink screen to her left seeing the live feed of her fireteam, all looking equally unsettled by the events. She switched them to the secondary channel so their chatter wouldn’t clog the main channels.  

“Stay frosty folks, remember the sims and use your experience. We've got this.”   

“I flew sorties and took down 46 Threshers in the Red War Darlin’... but nothin’ quite like this.” Amanda called over coms.   

“Never seen anything like this, not even in the Distributary or simulations. We might be a bit outclassed here.” Crow scratched his short beard.   

“That’s a lot of Pyramid ships....” Koron observed, sharing the feed with Variks on Europa and with Namrask on Earth. “Was there this many for the collapse?”  

“Yes. You walk a line that our kind has only experienced once before. Tread it carefully, Young Captain.” Variks warned, wheezing as he watched in abject horror.  

“This is utter war.” Shjuk murmured as a priority call came over the coms. “Empress!”   

“Shjuk, Tidal. Converge on my signal. We will best my father’s pilots in aerial combat.” Caiatl called over coms. “Together we will claim victory.”   

“Copy that. Breaking off to join you now.” Tidal nodded as additional orders came through the coms.   

“Amanda, I need you to guide a small fireteam. Sending you the rally point now.” Zavala ordered as Amanda’s ship banked off.   

“On it!”   

“Sovereign, Callista and Koron, you’re with me unless stated otherwise.” Crow threw out the order before anyone else could speak up. “Let’s see what we’re up against.”  

Tidal and Shjuk peeled off easily, finding Caiatl’s larger fighter and flanking it. She looked out at the crowd of Pyramid ships and somehow felt that that wasn’t even all of them. Amongst them were hundreds upon hundreds of Warships and enemy fighters, all  flying in a loose sort of formation.   

“Here they come people. Keep your wits about you.” Tidal reminded those on her coms. Her hands flew to her console, turning on one of the secondary modes for her controls. “Weapons are hot, on your command Empress.”  

“Draw closer, then fire at will.” The Empress rumbled, selecting her targets.   

“We’re not going to get the chance. Incoming!”   

The ships immediately took evasive maneuvers as the first volley came rushing at them. The Two Guardians peeled off a bit, launching a hailstorm of missiles and cannon blasts. Human armaments may noy have been as big or half as powerful as the Uluran munitions, but a few well placed shots worked the same.   

It wasn’t long before the coms lit up again with panicked voices.     

“There are too many of ‘em” One Guardian yelled out, having lost his nerve.  

"They're everywhere!” Crow called out, a far-off glimmer of white appeared for a moment as he banked before righting his ship and vanishing again. The rest of his words were cut off as the chatter of other pilots spoke over him.  

"Mayday! Mayday!”  

"On your Left, on your left!”  

"Vanguard to all units: Keep the enemy away from the Traveler at all cost.”  

“Hell fighting in the collapse wasn’t anything like this!” Tidal shouted, flying straight through a ball of fire and rolling her ship. She checked her proximity to the other allied ships. Caiatl was directly below her and Shjuk was flanking them once more. Around them ships were trading fire and breaking up. Delta backed towards Tidal’s head.  

“Is it possible that we could sneak aboard a few ships to disable them?” He asked, his Guardian focused on the task at hand.   

“During the Red War it was one thing, but now? It’s a bit more dangerous buddy. I’m also not THAT stupid to crawl along the outer hull of a ship just to get in and potentially get blown to smithereens.” Tidal shook her head. “Wish we could.”   

“Look out!”   

“HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF FUCK!” Tidal checked her shoulder and saw the orange wave of energy rippling out. She banked upwards at an angle managing to outrun the energy, letting out a breath as she realized how close it had been. Many pilots and Guardians alive weren’t so lucky, their ships blowing up as they were caught in the blast.   

The sky however began to glow brighter as the Traveler gathered Light. In a show of solidarity, the Traveler attacked, its surface pulling back a bit to show a bit of not only its mechanical innerworkings, but a large canon of sorts that lay beneath. The beam moved, aiming right for the Pyramid ships, the Light causing plant life to defy all logic and physics and grow right into the Pyramid ships.   

The beam seemed to center on one ship in particular, causing the walls of the ship to bulge and form a circular patterns as more white trees began to sprout from the ship’s surface, crimson leaves blooming as the beam stayed focused on that one ship. Slowly, something tall emerged from the ship, floating through the bright beam of Light and casting a shadow as it slowly approached.  

“It really is a machine under the surface... And it has a weapon?” Koron asked, dumbstruck. “Tidalkel, is this what you saw on the Seraph station?”   

“Kind of. I was also half blinded by the Light so this is the first time I've gotten a clear look at it.” Tidal’s eyes flicked to her screen before back at the beam. “Wait, look there in the Light!”        

“What is that?” Ikora asked on the open coms, sounding equal parts curious and fearful.  

Mara’s voice replied swiftly, also sounding somewhat fearful, yet also angry. “The Witness.”  

“Whatever that thing is, we gotta take it down.” Amanda nodded, looking outside of her ship. “On me Fireteam.”  

“That’s not a good idea- Amanda!” Tidal yelled, bringing the nose of her ship back around and noticing several Pyramid ships beginning to approach the Traveler. “What are you doing!?”   

“Going after it, we have an opportunity!”   

“Opertuni- Amanda. Its apparition kicked our collective asses two weeks ago. If not for the Traveler, we would have been dead! What do you think the real thing can do!?”   

“We’re taking the chance. We’ll be fine.” Reed cut in sounding confident.  

Famous last word had never been spoken with such poor timing. Moments after he had said that the coms fell silent as three ships suddenly popped apart as though they had been sliced apart. Amanda swore and swerved avoiding the same fate but, in her haste, she had misjudged and turned far too sharply.  Sending her right into the path of an opposing Uluran Warship.   

“Shit-”  

“Amanda!” Crow and Tidal both cried, watching Amanda’s Hawk slam into the side of the enemy ship. Both guardians watched as the ship dropped from orbit, spinning back towards Earth as the Shipwright’s ship vanished from view. A moment later the circling Pyramid ships let out a pulse of orange energy, disabling many more ships and catching the HELM in its ripple of energy. While the HELM weathered it well, the fighters could see the cracks in the glass of the Helm’s bridge. The traveler’s beam had also been disabled, leaving the Witness to glide through the debris and towards the Traveler as people continued to scream over the coms.   

"I'm hit! Going down, repeat, we’re going down.” a Human pilot cried out as more ships plummeted back to earth.   

"Multiple casualties out here- we need to pull back!” Saint warned as his ship banked and swerved to avoid the debris.   

"Mayday Mayday! Aargh!”  

“Empress we need to reposition, we could get a better angle.” Tidal suggested trying to stay focused on the task at hand.  

“We’re Uluran, we don’t uh- ‘retreat’.” Shjuk growled in Ulurant, using the human word as an accusation.  

“Never said we were friend, we’re pulling back just enough to find another angle to attack from.” Tidal clarified, watching the Empress nod her head.  

“I find that agreeable. Where do you suggest?”  

“Maybe their back lines, see if we can’t cause a little chaos.” Tidal suggested as Delta floated closer to one of the cockpit windows.   

“Just a heads up, the ships in the backline are starting to move.” Delta observed, missing his Guardian’s rapid head turn. “They may be retreating- They're making a jump!”   

“Shit, why now!?.. Fuck it! I’m breaking formation.” Tidal warned her ship turning around as she sped after them. “Even that huge ship’s turning! What’s going on!?”     

“They found the Veil!” Osiris warned, pushing his ship to its absolute limit as his ship zoomed by the Titan’s.  

“We’re in no position to engage the enemy on such a front Osiris!” Zavala yelled as the Warlock’s ship dipped as he tried to land on the outer hull.  

"We don’t have a choice, we’re out of time.” Osiris called before another ship jumped and his coms went dead.  

“Osiris!” Tidal yelled, cursing as she tried to get near another one of the ships, dodging fire and debris. “God damn it! I lost his ship!”   

"Tidal, you were nearest to him so I must ask you to go after him. Help Osiris reach the Veil before Calus does. And please, stay as close to him as you can.” Ikora sighed, sounding worried. “He doesn’t have any life to spare.”  

“I’m on it. This won’t be easy though. I’ll call for backup wherever we end up, if we can that is.” Tidal shook her head, dipping closer towards one ship that was still preparing to jump.  

“I’m not far, I’ll join you.” Koron offered, his blue-green Celestial Kestrel gleaming not too far away. “You’ll need someone to have your back.”   

“I’m sending Shjuk and Horti with you. You three form an efficient Warband. They will aid you until me and my forces can join you.” Caiatl hummed. Tidal smiled and slammed her helmet on before she transmatted onto the ship, with a roll. She looked above her as Caiatl’s threshers flew overhead.  

“Fireteam Leo Alpha, we’re splitting up. Leo Alpha blue is following Calus. Crow you’re in charge of Leo Alpha Red. You stay put and- whoa.” Tidal staggered as the ship lurched, her magboots increasing their magnetization levels as the ship began to move. “Shit it’s starting to jump!”  

“We’ll get on another ship- eet- ou..!” Koron yelled as their coms crackled before dying. Tidal leapt for a run of rungs and clung on as the ship entered jump speeds, using her strength to fight the brutal Ge-force applied to her body.   

“I don’t want to hear a single fucking word about this later Delta!” Tidal yelled as she climbed forward, to access a lever to open the external hatch. “This was not part of my plan!”  

“I wasn’t planning on it. You get a free pass for not expecting it and for at least trying to get inside.” The Ghost remarked as the Titan opened the hatch, watching the door break away and fly off the back of the ship as she climbed back down the ladder and to the now open door. The Ghost squirmed comfortably from within the safety of her Light. “Magboots are ready when for when you hop in so you can get through an airlock.”      

“Great. Let’s hope for the best buddy.” Tidal gulped, swinging her lower half into the opening and letting go of the ladder.  

-/-  

“Oh come on. Droppods aren’t that bad.”   

Shjuk crossed her arms and shook her head as Horti scoped out the path before them. After working separately on their own ships and reuniting on the large Warship Osiris had been on, the four had dealt with Osiris’s irate commentary and the unexpected Tormenter.  To their surprise, Tidal had dashed toward it at the end of the fight and had boldly drop kicked it in the head to finish it off. Osiris had elected to disable the ship thus leaving their only method of escape to be by Drop Pod. Tidal and Koron had been unsure, but Horti and Shjuk hadn’t thought twice, doubling up inside to allow Koron and Tidal their own drop pods each.   

However, both Titans hadn’t enjoyed the ride with it rocking, rolling and spinning before making a hard landing on some kind of rooftop. Immediately upon exiting, both had collapsed to the ground, their legs shaking as they tore off their helmet and respirator respectively, to vomit.  

“You’ve never used Drop pods before?” Horti teased, mainly leveling the comment at the human. Tidal let out a cross between a groan and a strangled exhale.   

“I missed that exercise.” The Titan looked up, panting as her eyes watered.   

“You launched yourself out of an artillery cannon! You were the projectile!” Shjuk turned around before turning back again with a shudder.   

“That was differ-urf!” Tidal’s head went back down for a moment as she got sick again. Koron let out a whine, his lower arms holding his stomach.   

“NEVER again!” He howled. “I will NEVER get into one of those death traps again!”  

Tidal glanced at him, as she slowly tested her legs. “Why is it tinted blue!?”  

“For the same reason yours is... whatever color that is!” The Eliksni cried, his voice rising in pitch.  

“Are you two done?” Shjuk groaned, looking up at the sky. “This is embarrassing.”   

“Bite me.” Tidal snapped staggering as she got her bearings. “Osiris, tell me you’re faring better than us.” 

“I’m alive and my stomach is calm, though I appear to be a fair way away from your current position.” The Warlock replied. “I am however trapped in this pod and am stuck at a considerable elevation.”  

“Hang on, we’ll get you.” Tidal panted, leaving her helmet open just in case. “Holy hell... Fireteam Leo Alpha Red, do you read?”   

“Raven to Lion, barely. How are you holding up?”   

“Ask me later. Anyway, we’re on Neptune, and you wouldn’t believe what we’re looking at.” Tidal staggered as Koron got up, fastening his respirator.  

“You’re a bit too far for me to use our bond, and coms aren’t well enough to use video. Describe it.”   

“It’s a City, an actual city.” Tidal looked around, standing just far enough back from the edge in case she fell over. “You know how people joke about what utopia would look like? Yeah well imagine that but with more... Neon.”  

“Wait so Nefele Stronghold was... A colony? Well, a Colony that grew and survived the Collapse?” Crow asked as Koron joined his friends at the edge.  

“It would appear so. Perhaps this is who had erased parts of Rasputin’s databases on the subject.” The Eliksni observed. “Only now, they’re the target of the Shadow Legion.”   

“Shadow Legion?”  

“Calus’s troops. We heard him speak to them earlier. I’ll explain everything later.” Tidal waved him off.  

“I’ll pass it along to the Vanguard. Things aren’t pretty here.” Tidal could hear the groan in her brother’s voice. “I’m going to have to see Mara too when I see them. Zavala wants my report in person. Caiatl’s got some choice words.”  

“Get Glint to record it. I want to see how that plays out.” Tidal laughed as something zipped overhead. “Hang on, the hell is that?”  

“You there on the roof! Are you with the invaders?” A deep strong voice came as one of the objects in the air came to a stop, hovering as a second blur zipped past.  

“If you’re talking about the Shadow Legion, no. We followed them here, we were trying to stop them.” Tidal spoke up, waving to her friends as they hopped off the ledge and towards the ground. “Three of us are Guardians. We’re trying to meet up with a friend who landed elsewhere. The other guy with us isn’t a Guardian but he fights like one.”  

“Lightbearers? Here? Well this is interesting.” A second voice responded, voice sounding almost cybernetic.  

“Two of your companions look like the invaders, but with different armor. Excuse me if we sound skeptical.” the older of the two voices spoke again.  

“The Shadow Legion is made of clones and defectors of our great Empire, an Empire of Uluran and Psion alike.” Shjuk spoke, raising her tusks to the sky. “They follow the will of the Witness and the exiled Emperor Calus, to which I have no allegiance to. My allegiance is to his daughter and to my fellow Guardians, to the Traveler!”   

“He was exiled by his daughter and now Empress Caiatl seeks to bring her father to justice as he’s allied with our enemies.” Horti clarified as he looked up at the sky, taking his scope off his rifle to get a better look at who they were talking to.   

“And what about the other guy? I’ve seen pictures of aliens with six limbs but, we don’t have much information outside of that.” The second voice replied.   

“I am an Eliksni, a race that lived under the Traveler before humanity. Our race once fought Humanity, but House Light sought peace with the Last City and now many Eliksni are allies with Humanity.” Koron tilted his head back. “We have no issue with you, we just want to stop Calus and the Witness. We are not your enemies.”   

“That remains to be seen.” The gruff voice replied before Horti cut in.   

“You’re Human.. Or well... you look human anyway.” He observed, lowering the scope. “If anything, you’d be on the same side as Tidal.”   

“Hang on.” Tidal took her helmet off completely, closing it as her stomach calmed. “You're right. If four of us are human, it makes more sense that we should trust each other. I mean, we all originated from the same place at one point... right?”  

“A Terrian?!” The second voice shouted as a loud roar filled the area. “Uh-oh!”   

“Shit, Shadow Legion! Come on guys, we have to get to Osiris.” Tidal slammed her helmet back on and charged as a Shadow Legion Psion took a shot at her. Horti responded in kind, felling the opposing Psion. “We’ll talk about this later, just know that we’re on your side.”  

“Agreed, we’ll discuss this later. Nimbus, let’s go!” The older called flying off as the younger followed.   

“We thought we were the only ones... for Centuries we thought we were all that was left of humanity. Wait until the Vanguard hears this!” Delta exclaimed with excitement  

“I’ve been on coms the whole time you know.” Crow chuckled softly. “I’ll pass this on to them. Stay safe.” Crow bid farewell, leaving the channel.  

“Still, it sounds like they know of our existence. The other guy knew the term Light bearers and what it signified.” Tidal lobbed a grenade as an approaching gladiator. “Were they watching us?”  

“Oh Eido’s going to have a field day with this!” Koron hooted as he fired wildly at two more legionaries. “Wait, she may finally learn more human history, like what a book report is.”  

“You know... her and Glint are going to kill me when they find out that I knew and it’s why I snorted last year every time they discussed Sleepy Hollow or Halloween.” Tidal smirked as Hori suddenly cracked up laughing.  

“You’re in so much trouble!” Horti shouted as they cleared the area and followed the roadway further into the city. “She will be FURIOUS.”   

“Maybe we can placate her with knowledge on this place.” Tidal shrugged as they rushed through the roadways, listening to the banter on coms. “Man think of what the Warlocks will say!”   

“Wonder if the Hunters will avoid this city too.” Shjuk joked sliding around a corner.   

“Hey! That’s not as true anymore.” Koron barked as they slid around another corner and slowed down to avoid a few burning vehicles. “Wait, why haven’t we seen any of the City’s residents yet?” 

The group paused and exchanged a look. It was a good point. There hadn’t been any bodies, not a soul except for the two large humanoid figures they had spoken to. It was strange but there was a logical explanation. “Maybe they evacuated to bunkers before the Shadow Legion arrived?” 

Over the coms, they heard the younger of the two humanoids fighting members of the Shadow Legion, asking where they were coming from before the coms fell silent once more.  

Horti shrugged as they began to move again, albeit a bit slower. “That seems to make sense to me.” 

“A bit too much sense. Some of their technology appears to surpass anything we’ve seen in the City.” Shjuk checked her ammo. “I don’t like this, they seem to know much about us, but we know nothing of them.  

“I’m sure they’ll explain once we get to Osiris and show we’re trustworthy.” Tidal looked over her shoulder. “Chill out Shjuk, let’s give them the benefit of the doubt and a chance to bring us up to speed ok?”  

“I still don’t like this.” Shjuk grunted as they rounded the corner, coming up to a grated catwalk of sorts, a green glow popping up through it causing them to pause once more as they noticed it. “Whoa!” 

Tidal leveled her rifle at the scene in front of her, odd green tendrils on energy gently swayed in front of them like seaweed dancing with the rolls of the ocean waves. Tidal reached forward, watching it wrap around her arm harmlessly.  She tilted her head as she slowly let her guard down. “What the hell is this?” 

“Not sure, but it may be paracausal? Look, there's a bigger concentration of it over there.” Verdant pointed out. “Right by those other Psions....”   

“I’ll help. Just shoot ok?” Horti gave them a look before using his Psionic abilities to throw them up into the air as the three Titans took aim and fired. “There we go.”   

“Hello? What’s going on out there?” Osiris called over the coms.   

“Just took out three Psions, we also have some kind of green energy here. Hang on, we'll investigate it while the coast is clear. Koron may have to climb up to get you, it’s far too high up to reach you.” Tidal looked up, ignoring Osiris’s next words as she reached for the concentration of energy. “Shall we?” 

“Wait, green energy? Are you sure it’s safe to approach it or even to try to touch it?” Osiris asked, sounding oddly cautious all of a sudden. 

“A Warlock expressing caution, especially Osiris?” Horti sounded mildly amused. “Sounds out of character.”  

“Being Lightless makes you cautious, not that that’s a bad thing.” Tidal replied looking at her friends.   

“Ready.” Koron nodded looking at their other 2 companions as they reached out to grab it.  

“Wait, let us at least scan it first!” Delta dried before their Guardian’s levels surged, each of the group letting out a loud exclamation as they allowed the energy to flow through them. “WHOA! You can wield it. It’s Paracausal after all.”  

“Incoming! Those Psions had friends waiting in the wings.” Verdant warned as their HUDs lit up with the incoming opponents. The three turned around, green energy wrapping up their arms like strands of thread.   

“Then what better time than to try this out?” Horti asked, the green light enveloping both of his arms. “Let’s go.”  

With a deep Warcry the foursome charged, feeling particularly energized from this new power. Koron tried to throw a grenade, yelping as he was yanked up and into the air before he tried to swing himself around. “There’s no grenade! This is like a grappling device!”  

“Then let’s try to punch!” Shjuk suggested, pulling her arm back before letting the punch fly. The energy formed a thin blade on her wrist, allowing her to stab an oncoming Centurion in the chest. “Oh look at that! I wouldn’t need my blade with this!”  

Horti let out a whoop as a hoard of little green beings swarmed a couple of Gladiators who approached him. “Look at these things! They're like little sharks! Is this energy sentient or is it tapping into my Psionic abilities?” 

“Who knows and who cares!? This is awesome!” Koron cried, using his grapple to slam into a few more foes with an excited laugh. “Oh this would make Crucible fights so much more fun!”    

“Let me get in on this!” Tidal hooted, sliding under the arm of another Gladiator, hearing the howl of Warbeasts in the distance.  She closed her eyes, focusing her power as she tried to imagine what a Super would look like with this green energy. With little effort, the energy flowed through her, forming two wrist mounted blades.   

Tidal grinned and stared down her opponent as he turned around, watching the Guardian launch herself into the air and make a downwards slice. She landed on his chest as he slumped over, using him as a springboard as she jumped off him to continue slashing her way through their opponents. Koron and Shjuk followed suit, Koron’s green blades forming dual bracers which bore three jagged claws each while Shjuk’s bore two large and bulky fists with a claw on each finger.  The three separated, tearing their way through their opponents letting out yells and shouts of joy as they cleared the courtyard of any opposition.   

They tested their barricades, taking joy in how it sent out waves of energy that suspended their foes in midair, stringing them up as they flailed uselessly like a marionette. They tested the limits of this new energy, taking turns to test out the grapple ability as they soared overhead and across the courtyard. 

Shjuk had a slight mishap that resulted in her plowing another Centurion through a window. She had defeated her opponent, so Shjuk considered it a win. Tidal however had accidently let go of her grapple and came crashing down into a pack of Warbeasts. However, she once more summoned her blades and sliced through them, giving her some space to breathe.  

However, it wouldn’t last for long.  

Just as easily as they had used that power, their energy depleted, causing the trio of Guardians to collapse and Horti to stagger. Koron, Shjuk and Tidal crashed to the ground, with the Uluran and the Eliksni to fall into one another while Tidal hit the pavement. Above them a Tormenter and several Shadow Legion soldiers approached Osiris’s drop pod uncontested... It was until the two humanoid locals flew in to defend the pod. Horti came to his senses first and limped towards the Human Titan, calling to his companions fearfully. “Shjuk! Koron!”   

“Damn!” Koron hissed, stumbling forward as he forced himself forward, opting to crawl instead so he could defend his downed Clan leader. “Delta! How is she?”   

“Alive but her vitals are in the red, and her energy is depleted. Her Light is low but recovering too.” The Ghost called from safety. “She’s unconscious!”  

Shjuk lumbered over, falling back to her knees as she pulled off her helmet and scooped the smaller Guardian in her arms. “We need to get her to safety.”   

“I’m fine, I just feel a bit tired. I wonder why it affected you guys so much?” Horti pondered as the two humanoid figures turned back towards the edge of the building with Osiris. “Osiris! It’s Tidal she needs help!”   

Osiris looked down, eyes wide with fear as he tried to leap down the side of the building to them. “What happened!?”   

“They all used that green energy and now they’re utterly wiped.” Delta explained as the elder ran towards them along with the other two. She’s extremely weak but alive, no damage as far as I can tell for now.”   

“All of you, to the watch tower. You can all rest there while we check her over.” The older of the two locals explained. “In the meantime, you can explain who you are and what’s been going on back on Earth and the system.”

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Voices.  

Tidal tried to make them out, trying to grasp at full consciousness.  She had no idea what was going on, where she was or what time it was.  

There was a low bassy rumble before a gruffer voice shouted. Ah, wherever she was, Osiris was with her at least. She tried to open her eyes again and failed, trying to recall what happened. There was the fight in space, breaking into a ship and fighting her way to the Ship Osiris was on along with Horti, Shjuk and Koron then... A drop pod and a futuristic Neon city.... Ah right, Neptune. Then something Green, a power that was overwhelming and... nothing.  

Something fluttered over her followed by cooing and a chirping like noise. It sounded familiar but she couldn’t place her finger on it. Yet another voice joined the background, their words becoming clearer as they lowered towards her.  

“-look like she’s going to be waking anytime soon. Are you sure she’s ok?”  

“Yeah, her Light Levels are stabilizing and I'm seeing more brain activity, she should be awake soon.” Delta’s voice came through clearly. “I'm not sure WHAT that power was but she’s still pretty drained.” 

“Keep an eye on her then Delta, we’re wasting valuable time. Every second we spend sitting around is another second that Calus has to secure the Veil.” Osiris’s short tone cut in, making the younger voice above her speak back up.  

“Is he normally this impatient?” The voice asked to a chorus of “Yes!” to her right.  

“We have only a few short months of experience with Osiris, but he was so impatient for the last three months.” Horti’s voice came, before something crunched loudly. “Though the Ghosts have informed me that he was always like this.”  

“I was not! That's a baseless accusation!”  

“You were. Sagira took over my shell that one time while you were in the infinite Forest, remember? I still have some of her memories.”  

“Quiet Delta!”  

Tidal’s eyes opened, her eyes quickly adjusting to the dim yellow light of the tall room. “Don’t yell at my fucking Ghost old man.”  

“Tidal!” Delta zipped into her field of view as she rubbed her face. “How do you feel?”  

“Like I stepped in half a dozen Hive soul Traps after using a large chunk of my Light. I’d rather fight a few Wyverns.” Tidal blinked blearily as she looked down, noticing an odd metallic creature draped across her chest. It took her a moment to realize that one, Delta had pulled her out of her armor and that two, the creature looked like Elsie’s fish. Weird, was she here?  

“Hey you’re awake! You had us worried for a second there.” The younger voice spoke up, leaning over her once more startling the woman. Tidal yelped and rolled away, stumbling to her knees as she drew upon her light. Arc energy crackled down her arms to her fists as she stared down the silver and tan figure who had been kneeling over her. Before she could regain her footing however, there was a scuffle behind her before several hands grabbed her. 

“Hey, Tidal stop! They’re on our side! Relax.” Koron grabbed her from the right as Shjuk held her by her other shoulder and her chest. Tidal tried to break free, finding herself immobilized by a Psionic field. The Titan looked around.  

“What the fuck is going on!?” Tidal tried to move, watching the figure stand up, revealing an equally tall and outfitted figure with a gray beard sitting at a table off to the side. Osiris looked on with a frown.  

“You passed out after using that green energy, and you’ve been recovering for at least three hours now. Stand down Lightbearer.” The older figure set his sights on the Lightbearers. 

“Cool. You guys didn’t tell me you could use Arc like that.” The younger figure smirked. “Oh right, name’s Nimbus. Your friends and I have already got to talk. We’re all on the same side, you can relax.” 

Tidal stopped squirming pausing to get a better look at Nimbus. “Nimbus...? Wait, you were the voices we heard on our coms after we landed.”  

“Yup. Cloudstriders Nimbus and Rohan, protectors of Neomuna.” Shjuk added watching Tidal look around “Are you well?”   

Tide looked to her fireteam and glanced at Nimbus before they slowly let her go, watching her Arc energy die down. “I’m good now... I feel sick and tired, but I’m good. Where are we?”  

“We’re in the Watchtower, we were waiting for you to recover.” Delta offered as the silver fish thing fluttered next to him. “You passed out after using that green power stuff so we- hey! Cut that out!” 

“Aww relax. The Pouka’s have never seen anything like you guys before. You're almost the same size.” Nimbus chuckled with a kind smile. “It’s kind of cute.”  

“I’m not cute!” Delta protested, yelping as Tidal reached out and grabbed him.  

“You kind of are, now relax, we’re guests here.” Tidal flashed an apologetic look at Nimbus. “Sorry about Delta, he can be a bit...” 

“Don’t say it.” The Ghost warned. 

“Uptight. What? You said SHE couldn’t say it, you didn’t say anything about us not saying it.” Verdant joked.  

“If we are quite done with the pleasantries, we should get a move on. We wasted enough time sitting around and if we don’t act fast, Calus will surely secure the veil and the Witness will enact whatever it wishes upon us, possibly a second collapse.” Osiris spoke up, trying to reign in the Guardians. “And now that they know about Neomuna, it’s unlikely that this City will be spared.”  

“Fine, let me get a quick bite to eat and we can head out.” Tidal relented, heading to Shjuk as she yawned. “At least allow me that Osiris.”  

“Are you sure that’s wise?” Rohan asked as Tidal turned around and smiled. 

“If I can get up and move after losing my Light in the Red War, only to recover it not long after, I can survive a mission with a little food and water. Trust me Rohan, I’ve survived much worse.”  

And it was true. However Rohan wasn’t about to argue. He knew Light bearers were powerful, capable of unspeakable destruction and abilities, but if the Lightbearer insisted, who was he to try to stop her? 

However, it was not to be. Their first outing ended in almost complete disaster as they had discovered that Calus had beaten them to the punch, leaving them to watch helplessly as the Shadow Legion forces had converged on the area containing the veil.  

However, it had been a case of being in the right place at the right time as the Three guardians watched their Ghosts be controlled once more by the witness, only this time, it appeared like that were privy to a conversation not intended for them. They watched at the Witness –speaking through their Ghosts- spoke to Calus, learning that they still had a chance as he had not fully secured the veil, and had mentioned something called a Radial Mast. 

Whatever that was, was anyone’s guess at that point.  

However, the failure had greatly upset Osiris and the group had instead elected to head outside for a moment to allow tempers to cool. The disagreement and the insistence of Osiris didn’t seem to sit well with Rohan and after waiting a little while, he decided to broach the subject with the Warlock. “Osiris, may I ask you something?”  

Osiris looked up from his notes, regarding the elder Cloud Strider with curiosity. He nodded, lowering his tablet. “You may.”  

“There’s no easy way to say this, but is there a reason why you’re pushing them at such a relentless pace?” Rohan motioned to the door, indicating that he was talking about the half of Fireteam Leo that was outside looking over the City with Nimbus.  

Osiris scoffed, putting the tablet down completely. “I spent almost a year of my life controlled by the Witch Queen Savathun before she gave herself up. I spent almost another year in a Coma, sifting between her memories and my own. Another Three months before we learned more of Nefele Stronghold and why Savathun saw its importance.” 

Osiris stood up, looking up at Rohan. “Calus is on your doorstep and the Witness is attacking the Traveler. We need to make use of what time we have and Tidal’s unconsciousness has lost us three valuable hours. In addition, The Shadow Legion lay siege to your city and threaten your citizens. The sooner we can secure the veil the sooner your people will be safe and we’ll have stopped the Witness.” 

“Our work so far seems to have slowed them down. I’d call that progress.” Rohan crossed his arms and glared down at the Warlock. “I also wouldn’t consider the conscious state of one Lightbearer to be their fault.”  

“I never said it was, only listed it as a contributing factor as to why I’m pushing them as I am.” 

“You’re pushing them too hard and at an unsustainable pace. That kind of mindset will push them too far in no time at all.”  

“With all due respect Rohan, you haven’t faced the stakes we have! We have been fighting for centuries, and only now have the stakes climbed as far as they have.” Osiris shouted, his eyes narrowing. “We are on the verge of a second collapse and while I’m sure your enhancements make you more than capable of facing the Witness, I cannot see you or those on Neptune surviving a second collapse!” 

“When someone says ‘with all due respect’ It’s always said with the subtext of ‘kiss my ass’. However I could be interpreting it wrong.” 

Osiris and Rohan turned around, finding the Eliksni guardian leaning against the doorframe. Koron pushed off of it and walked over, claws clicking on the floor as he approached. “How much of that did you hear?” 

“Enough. Enough to know that you feel that action must be taken swiftly, even if it’s not in our best interests.” Koron leveled a glare at Osiris. “We are Lightbearers Osiris, but we aren’t gods. We tire, we struggle, and we are not perfect. Not even you can continue at such a breakneck pace anymore Osiris. You’ve forgotten your limits, as you have ours.” 

“Thank you, I’m glad I have someone who sees reason in this exchange.” Rohan agreed, breathing a sigh of relief. Osiris bristled.  

“You were not invited to that conversation.” Osiris hissed at the Eliksni who hissed back. Rohan watched with interest.  

“No, I had come to ask you a question. Now I think it’s best just to let it go unasked.” Koron drew himself up to his full height. “You must be careful with your words, Osiris. While I know you weren’t placing blame on Tidalkel, others may think so, or it would drive her to push herself past her limits and into danger.” 

“It isn’t my intention to-” Osiris began as Rohan cut in.  

“We know, but continually pushing them will not get results.” Rohan shook his head cautiously stepping between both Guardians. “Headlong and empty-handed Osiris. Now Koron, what were you going to ask?” 

Koron shot Osiris a dirty look before storming off. “Forget about it. I can find better use of my time.” 

Verdant waited until he was out of earshot before appearing and drifting next to him. “What the hell was that!?”  

“My frustration. I don’t enjoy being ran into the ground, and I get the sense that the others feel the same way. Especially Horti.” Koron shook his head as his talons clicked against the cool floor. “He tires far sooner than a Lightbearer, and he’s more at risk for dying.” 

Verdant beeped as she processed his words. It was true, Horti wasn’t a Light bearer, but he fought just as hard. The Psion was tired but tried to hide it. Shjuk knew better however and it was getting harder for him to hide it from her. They were more worried for him, than for their own limits.  

Koron blinked as he walked out into Neptune’s cool air. morning had faded, giving way to mid afternoon Around the City, Neon Lights beckoned for a closer look, enticing him to visit and relax. However he knew better. He looked around the Lz. Shjuk was snacking on something as Horti slept, his head on her knee. Tidal was perched on Nimbus’s board, holding a Holo projector as Nimbus watched over her shoulder, unintentionally in frame. A Pouka snoozed in her lap, cooing softly. 

“So you guys haven’t seen anything yet?” Tidal asked, anxiously tapping her heel on the ground as she bounced her leg.  

“Nothing. We’re seeing some downed ships but no one’s inside. I’d normally say ‘it’s not like a pilot to not stay with their ship’, but the bootprints of the Shadow Legion say otherwise.” Crow shook his head as he looked around, gentle crunching from his boots picked up by the mic. “It’s like someone kicked over an ant’s nest in the EDZ.”  

“If you consider these ants, you have problems.” Sovereign quipped, leaning just into frame. “Reminds me of the Red War a bit.”  

“Bully for you. Where’s Callista? What’s going on in Orbit?” Tidal asked as Nimbus leaned in closer.  

“Zavala ordered all ships to pull back for now. The Witness is trying a few things before the Traveler, but it’s almost Motionless. The Pyramid ships are just hanging there, like they’re waiting for orders.” Callista’s face briefly popped into frame. “Half of us were sent to earth to help the downed pilots. No deaths so far.”  

“Good... That’s good...” Tidal looked off into the distance, worried as she bounced her leg more. The Pouka whined, fluttering across her lap to get more comfortable.  

“We’ll find her Ty. She’s stronger than she appears.” Crow offered, nodding his head.  

“You’re telling this to someone who’s had dreams of her ship bursting into flames and crashing.” Tidal shook her head. 

“She’s probably fine.” Sovereign shook his head, pausing to look at Nimbus. “So, who’s the Frost Giant?”  

“I’m a Cloud Strider. Sorry, I've been meaning to ask... Are you an Exo? Like, one of the people who uploaded their minds into a robot body?” Nimbus asked, leaning in a bit. “We were taught that you guys had gone extinct.”  

“What in the hell are they teaching you on Neptune? There’s plenty of us, both Guardian and non-Guardian. ” Sovereign rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’m an Exo. What of it?”  

“I’m just amazed. The Neomuni weren’t expecting to ever see any Exos, let alone the Eliksni or Uluran... Or whatever the other Terrians are.” Nimbus leaned back. “Don’t get me wrong, the blue’s kind of cool, but it may take some getting used to. That and the glowing eyes.”  

“We’re Awoken.” Crow explained. “It’s also a bit more complicated than that but... Well, those of us who were re-born in the Distributary or the Reef wouldn’t be considered ‘Terrians’ but I get where you’re coming from.”  

“Huh... Well, I bet you guys are going to be popular with some of our Historians and researchers.” Nimbus winked. “Oh hey Koron, how’s it hangin’?”  

“Fine I suppose. I should call Niik soon, let her know how I'm doing.” Koron nodded as Tidal’s gaze rose. “You look pissed.”  

“Osiris wishes to push us harder. While he didn’t blame you for it, he’s upset that you passed out for three hours.” Koron clicked his mandibles angrily. “Rohan and I are on the same page.”  

“It wasn’t my fault I passed out after using that green energy! He’s lucky you, Shjuk and Horti didn’t pass the fuck out too.” Tidal shook her head before glancing at the Psion. “Actually, it’s funny that he didn’t feel weak or feel any adverse effects like we did.” 

“Osiris is pushing you past your limits? If I didn’t have my Hunters to worry about AND if I wasn’t trying to look for Amanda and the other survivors, I’d fly over and have a chat with him.” Crow let out an aggravated sound. “What a dick.”  

Tidal chuckled. “Thanks Kor, go talk to Niik. I’ll be fine. Say hi to the hatchlings for me.”  

“I will Tidalkel.” Koron laughed, grabbing his own Holoprojector to call his mate, switching to Eliksni as she picked up. 

“So... Your Hunters?” Tidal raised a brow and exchanged a look with Nimbus. Crow chuckled sheepishly.  

“The Shadow Legion touched down on Earth, so I volunteered to be the boots on the ground for Ikora and Zavala. I think it takes some of the pressure off them.” Crow smirked. “I also may have whipped the Hunters into shape. I’ve gotten more work out of them in three hours than anyone has in three years.”  

The quip made Tidal laugh as Callista and Sovereign joined in. “And how did you manage that?”  

“I promised them fieldwork, a job in their area of expertise. Scouting, hunting, tracking, even shadowing targets. You know, all things Hunters enjoy and love to show off about.”  

“Liar!” Callista giggled. “Tell the truth.”  

“I am.”  

“Well it’s a half truth. If memory serves me correct you put out a call to arms for the Hunters. Short version is that he told them to get off their asses and get back to work.” The Exo rumbled in amusement as Crow started to laugh again.  “Long version involves someone yelling ‘Who do you think you are?’ and your brother responding with ‘The next Hunter Vanguard. Now are you going to do your job or are we going to let the Warlocks and Titans show us up?’ I have it recorded. Don't worry.”  

Tidal cackled. “So, the threat of the Titans doing a better job lit a fire under their asses?”  

“I never said that. I said Titans and Warlocks.”  

“Yeah but being beaten by a Titan at recon and scouting? Whoo, I mean, where does your Hunter pride draw the line-” 

“Anyway!” Crow rolled his eyes making Tidal laugh harder. “Shiro's out here too somewhere. He Socks and Felix are following a squad. I’ll let you know if anyone spots Amanda.”  

“Thanks bro. It means a lot to me.” Tidal nodded as she looked out across the rooftops. “Feel free to join our coms, I miss the chatter. Feels weird not having you guys here.”  

“I bet. Well stay safe, and feel free to call me up to bitch about Osiris.”  

“You too bro, stay safe guys.” Tidal’s thumb hit the end call button as her shoulders slumped. “Damn it.” 

“You’re really worried about this Amanda girl huh?” Nimbus asked as Rohan strode out onto the platform shaking his head.  

“She’s my wife. We’ve only been married for about 2 weeks. Hell, things went stupid and we really should have been married sooner but it is what it is. At least if anything happens now... Well... I won’t regret taking that leap of faith.” Tidal slipped the holo projector into her pocket. “Hey Rohan. Need something?”  

“Well, it’s mainly to take a break from Osiris, also because I wanted to warn you that he’s on his way out. Think he’s aiming to give you another assignment, which I advised him not to.” The elder shook his head as a second smaller Pouka cooed and zipped towards him.  

“So, what’s your wife look like?” Nimbus asked, ignoring Rohan turn his head. “Bet she’s pretty.”  

“In her own way. Hang on.” Tidal grinned, pulling out two photos and showing them to the Cloud Striders. “We had these taken at our Wedding. She’s... She’s like a brilliant star in the night sky that you can’t help but marvel at. You just look at it and sometimes you lose yourself to the moment and feel... At peace, I guess.” 

“Wow, she’s hot. Heh, you certainly have a type.” Nimbus teased looking at the wide shot. “Strong, Tattoos... A real badass, especially with that leg.”  

“She’s not a Guardian, but she damn well fights like one of us.” Tidal smiled as Rohan swapped photos with Nimbus. “She’s certainly something else.”  

“Yeah she’s something. Not a bad looking girl.” Rohan raised his brows before handing the photo back. “Hold her close Lightbearer. In times like these, the things we cherish most will get us through to the other side.” 

Tidal nodded. “I’ll try Rohan.” 

Chapter Text

The sound of trickling water was relaxing to her ears, the high ceilings and cozy lighting adding to the ambiance. It was different, human in its construction and yet sized perfectly for both Psion and Cabal. It was a welcome reprieve from the Human sized dwellings and rooms she had slowly grown used to.  

The Holographic cat had unnerved her, and the odd fish creatures were mildly annoying in large numbers, but she could bear with it, even that one that seemed to be hovering over her Guardian friend. What she couldn’t bear with however was the woman teetering dangerously close to the edge of the water.  

She knelt down, throwing a hand out and catching the Guardian by the chest. “I’d prefer it if you sat further back from the water. I do not wish to see you drown.” 

Tidal looked up at her, her expression looking utterly exhausted. Her eyes struggled to stay open and yet at the same time, her eyes looked... Caiatl wasn’t sure how to describe it, though an old human expression came to mind, something about looking so tired that one’s eyes looked ready to fall out.  

Yes, that expression made sense now.  

“I’m fine, I’m just... Very tired. The waterfall sound isn’t helping. Besides, the water’s shallow and would wake me up.”  

Caiatl snorted loudly, pushing the Guardian back a bit as she looked around the room. Osiris refused to look at her as he argued with Rohan. A few paces back, sat an Awoken Hunter with ginger red hair tied up into a topknot. The Hunter caught her eye and nodded. “I can look after her Empress.”  

“No, go out into the city and help my warriors. I’ll look after her. I thank you again for saving her.” The Empress looked down at the Guardian who was leaning forward into her palm, using her wrist as a pillow. “I have no qualms about caring for her for a while.”  

“If you’re sure.” The Hunter stood and bowed, retrieving his blade from Koron. “Thank you, my friend.”  

“I should be thanking you, Herbert. You saved her life.” 

“It’s the least I could do.” The Ronin replied, stepping out of the hall as the Eliksni groaned and leaned back into the wall.  

Caiatl sighed and scooped the Titan up, ignoring her protests as she moved to sit by the door on the other side of the room, bundling the Titan up in a blanket that had been left before sitting down and letting the Titan reposition herself in her arms. An Assault on her father’s ship had been outright suicide, especially as they three Guardians had once again elected to use that green energy once more, an energy they were now calling Strand.  

However as the Guardians drove their Sparrows to safety while Caiatl’s forces provided them cover, Tidal had fainted once more, rolling her Sparrow and almost rolling off the ledge. Koron and Shjuk had noticed too late but luckily, the Legion’s Bane had been on one of the Threshers and had leapt off the craft to bring her and her Sparrow to safety.  

No doubt her had told the rest of Fireteam Haggis by now,  

“You should rest.” Caiatl suggested as Tidal shook her head.  

“Just need about an hour, hour and a half. Maybe a snack before I head back out. I’ll be fine.”  Tidal mumbled, yawning. “I’m more worried about Delta if I’m honest.” 

“How so?”   

 “The Witness somehow managed to speak through him again, only this time, it was different.” Tidal shook her head. “The Witness was speaking to Calus, but Calus didn’t seem to know we were watching. It was... an illusion of sorts, projected like a pane of cracked glass floating in front of us. Calus has the Veil secured, but luckily has been slowed down by the need to dig it out.”  

Caiatl rumbled, it was a neutral sound as she glared once more at Osiris, and raised the tips of her tusks as she spoke loudly. “Perhaps this will encourage Osiris to slow his pace.” 

“Maybe, I need a break from just ‘go go go’ all the time. It’s one thing when I’m the one setting the pace, but when someone wants a job done in an impossible timeframe... Yeah I’m not great with that.” Tidal shook her head as Delta appeared, quickly nestling into Tidal’s arms as the Pouka attempted to dive in. It made a sound of protest before using his wings to wrap around the Guardian and her Ghost.  

“I’m fine. The feeling of being sick, the anxiousness, it’s gone now.” Delta looked up at the Titan who gently opened her eyes.  

“Every time the Witness has spoken through you in the past, it was an unpleasant sensation for you. This time was the worst, you said so yourself. I’m worried about you, you know. It sucks because there’s nothing I can really do to help or comfort you.”  

“I said I’m fine. You need to worry more about yourself.” Delta snuggled closer. Tidal once again closed her eyes, feeling tired. As she did, Horti paced into the room, twiddling his fingers as green threads weaved between them. Caiatl and the Ghost watched on as the Psion approached Osiris.  

“Would it be too much to assume that the others are taking a much needed break?”  He asked, his eye glancing up at Osiris as he finished his conversation with Rohan.  

“I don’t suppose we have much of a choice, though we have bought ourselves some unexpected time...” The Warlock watched as Horti played with the strands, forming a cat’s cradle of sorts. “You seem to have a good grasp on Strand.”  

“I’m unsure as to why myself, however it’s still a bit difficult.” Horti smirked before the strands snapped and he pulled back. “However I don’t feel weak or have any complications after using it, unlike Shjuk, Koron or even the Field Commander.”  

Osiris lowered his mask, scratching at his beard as he thought. “Correct my memory, but you have full control over Stasis as well, yes?” 

“You are correct.”  

“Perhaps there’s a link, or perhaps because of your lack of the Light you have a different perspective. I’m aware that Koron and Tidal have their reservations about Stasis, and while both are curious about Strand, perhaps they’re held back by these... feelings towards wielding the Darkness?” 

“I’ve considered that possibility too. Shjuk feels that her usage of the Light is more natural, hence why she experiences less aftereffects after using Strand.” Horti theorized. “Do you have a hypothesis?” 

“Yes, but I’ll need your help my friend. I’ll need your help discovering the secrets of Strand. Perhaps together we may be able to find something, something that I may be overlooking.”     

“Then I hope I can be of assistance.” Horti looked back at Caiatl who was cradling the much smaller Guardian. “Osiris, If I may suggest... Once our three Titan friends recover and go on their next mission, I would like to stay behind and help you study Strand. It would allow me more time to recover and it may speed up your research, if you would allow me to that is.”  

Osiris motioned for the Psion to follow him to the little desk he had set up with his notes. “Come then, let us begin and make the most of our time.”  

-/- 

The Purple and gold clad Legionaries stomped through the brush, shoving Human and Eliksni prisoners towards an unseen location, their loud breathing was the only noise that came from them, save for an occasional barked order or a reply. It was unnerving to see the Cabal like this. Normally foot soldiers would chatter, yell back and forth, but they weren’t.  

It was unsettling. 

“I don’t like this.”  

Crow glanced down from his perch as Sovereign shifted his weight ever so slightly in the bush he was hidden in. Beside him, Callista aimed her sniper ready to take the shot if needed. Next to him, Soxkt shifted watching carefully as Felix yawned above them.  

“The Cabal aren’t normally like this. This goes against everything we’ve learned over the years.”  The Exo griped quietly, watching as the behemoths marched on, almost out of sight.  

“Traveler knows what the Witness did to them.” Soxkt whispered as Crow raised to a half crouch.  

“Time to move, silently. You and Felix are welcome to join us or do your own thing.” Crow nodded at the two. Felix scoffed.  

“As fun as it would be to accompany you, I’d rather find something more interesting to occupy my time.” the other Hunter looked down from where he sat in a tree. “I’d prefer to be more productive, to take action.”  

“Suit yourself.” Sovereign rolled his eyes, mumbling something in Swedish that Crow could only guess was an insult. He tried not to snicker.  

“I’ll join you.” The Awoken Warlock nudged him. “It would be nice to put those tracking skills Saladin taught me into use once more.”  

“Alright my Valiant Stag, let's see if we can’t find out where these guys are going.” Crow patted his boyfriend on the back while Felix made a gagging gesture. “Oh come on Felix. One day you’ll find the right man who will melt that salty exterior of yours and bring out the best in you. A man who cherishes you-” 

“I’m gone.  Start with this sappy soft shit...” The Blue haired hunter complained, leaping out of the tree and vanishing into thin air. Sovereign snickered a little loudly, the Wolf hood popping up out of the bushes as he looked up the rocky hill at Crow.  

“Nice.” 

“He’s not a total asshole. He’s a little rough sure, but we all are.” Crow shrugged, sliding down the hill as Saladin’s brightest Young Wolf followed. “Besides, I can’t always tease him about Tara. It gets old after a while.”  

“You’re taking this ‘know your people’ thing to heart.” Callista noted, falling in step with the two Hunters as they led.  

“I learned from the best.  Between Cayde’s journals and Saladin’s training, I like to think that I’m shaping up to be a decent leader in my own right. Not saying I was a terrible leader back when I was Master of the Crows, but this is a different calibur. I have big boots to fill.”  

“You’ll do fine. As long as you don’t do anything rash or utterly stupid.” Soxkt shoved him playfully, watching him stumble a bit. 

“Pitfalls and filling them in...” Crow paused, eyes picking up on their path as they started to break the treeline. The bright moon shone enough light on the path making it easier to recognise where they were emerging. “Wait, isn’t this close to Firebase Hades?” 

The three Young wolves exchanged a look. Crow had a point. Had the Shadow Legion taken over the base? That didn’t make much sense. Remnants of the Red Legion and other Cabal forces still patrolled the base’s halls. Unless the Shadow Legion had the forces to take the base over, it was impossible. Especially in the span of several short hours.  

No there had to be something else.  

“Look, what’s that out in the lake?”  

Crow followed the direction Soxkt was pointing in. Out in the lake was a large obsidian structure. It reminded him of a pyramid like structure, imposing, foreboding and just out of place with the EDZ surroundings. Crow bit his tongue as he watched, noticing the Shadow Legion march the prisoners onto a platform only for them to vanish into a flurry of orange and black. “Well, so much for going in the front door.”  

“Place looks more secure than Fort Knox.” Callista muttered as three heads turned towards her before she noticed. “Oh! Like Tidal’s expressions haven’t rubbed off on you guys.” 

“Not me.” The other Warlock shook his head. “I don’t see her as much as you guys remember?”  

“You got high with her last week.” Crow argued, pulling out DMT.  

“In my defense, you were asleep on the couch with Byron. She asked if I wanted to join her.”  

“Mm, fair enough.” Crow snorted, taking aim and pulling the trigger a moment later. “Alright, time to get to work.”  

The battle hadn’t taken too long between the four Guardians and the meager forces left to guard the prison. Crow looked around, eyes darting back and forth. “No levers, no switches.... Damn. How does this thing work?” 

“We should have waited.” Callista pointed out as her fellow Warlock stepped off the platform and waded out a bit into the river. “Maybe we could have gotten closer and seen how this worked.”  

“Doubtful. That looked like Darkness energy. We’ll need to find another way in.” Crow groaned.  

“Maybe there’s two parts to this puzzle.” The taller of the two Warlocks called back, up to his knees in water. “There’s another platform out here in the water.”  

“You’re kidding me. You have to be kidding me.” Crow hopped out after him, water sloshing around his calves and soaking into the lower parts of his pants. “Why would they do this?”  

“You have to hand it to them. They seem to have outsmarted us this time.” The antlers on Soxkt’s helmet bobbed as he turned his head with a shrug. 

“Why are we giving credit to the enemy?” Crow asked as he threw his hands up. “Well, I guess I have to commend you for your sharp eyes, my Raven. Now it’s a matter of figuring out how to trip the mechanism.” 

“Leave that to us Warlocks. You guys inspect that structure, see if there’s another way in or if there’s any other defenses.” Callista called, jumping off the edge and gliding to her fellow Awoken. “Maybe there’s some kind of manual override on the structure?”  

“Doubtful, but it’s worth a shot. Come on.” Crow beckoned to Sovereign as the two darted off. The two Voidlocks watched their better halves hop off through the water, amused at their antics.  

“I doubt they’ll find anything. If they do, I'll be shocked.” Callista huffed, turning her attention back towards the platform.  

“I don’t doubt Crow’s ability to find solutions to an impossible problem.” the Younger Warlock gave her a pointed look. “He’s far too much like Uldren, at least, the good parts of him.”  

“Is that why you two are getting back together? Rekindling that age old flame of yours?” Callista teased. “I seem to recall something about how madly in love you two were.”  

“And I seem to remember you training to be a Techeon. Whatever happened?”  

“Reef Wars. I was killed, brought back and I fled with Oblivion. It’s taken me centuries of experience, being with Sovereign and now regaining my memories to realize that I never had been truly happy with my former husband or with my course in life.” Callista shook her head. “Perhaps it’s for the best. I prefer where I am now.”  

“Heh, Crow said something similar.” Soxkt waded back out of the water, watching the elder Warlock dry their pants with solar energy. “He seems much happier now than when he was Uldren. I’m sure the man I once was made him very happy, but he seems... more at peace. I think he owes that to his sister.”  

“You helped too, you know. He has your love and support, just as much as he has a healthy relationship with those who he considers family.”  

“I’ve always been impressed how your clan functions. I may not be a member myself, but the Clanhouse has always felt welcoming, and it’s members are very kind.” Soxkt chuckled as Callista moved away to give him space. “You guys have fostered something special, something not easily replicated.”  

“We do our best. Sometimes, found family is better than one’s birth family. And know you’re always welcome at our Clan house, or any of our haunts. You may not have tags, but your bio signature has been whitelisted across all our sites.” Callista tilted her head to indicate a wink. “So, shall we see what we can learn and perhaps channel our inner Felwinter?” 

“I forget sometimes that you also helped stop the Devil Splicers. You don’t openly advertise that you too are a Young Wolf like myself and Sovereign.” 

“Considering how I try to avoid Crucible and Iron Banner like the plague... I think it’s easy to forget.”  

“For shame, Young Wolf.” The snort he made echoed in his helmet, distorting it. “What would the Iron Lords say?”  

“Well unless Efrideet returns and backs up Saladin, I don’t care what they think. Warfare isn’t always physical, nor is it always won on the battlefield.” Callista tapped the side of her helmet. “Enough chatter. Saladin would have us by the scruff were he here to see this.” 

“I couldn’t agree more.” 

Chapter Text

“It’s not your fault.”  

“I aimed my fucking gun at you! How are you ok with that!? 

Delta floated backwards as his Guardian sat before him, holding her head in her hands. He sagged in the air as the Pouka’s wings rippled across her shoulders. Tidal winced, the fresh scar that sliced her shoulder and neck still throbbed.  

“Because you followed an order, pure instinct. Because you stopped yourself, you refused to hurt a friend.” Delta countered, the back of his shill twisting as he lowered himself to eye level. “You originally had no intention to shoot me. You feel remorse from this... do I need to go on?”  

“You’re my Ghost, and I’m protective of you. Orders or not, I aimed my rifle at you because the Witness possessed you. If I had kept you close or caught on sooner, I may not have even had you in my crosshairs.” Tidal lowered her head in shame. “I could have killed you, or hurt you or... I would have essentially been taking my own life! My friend, the other half of me. You think I could have lived with that?”  

“I’m not saying that-” Delta began before Tidal looked up at him, her eyes welled up as tears began to fall.  

“How many times have I been willing to die a final death to keep you safe, asked you to abandon me so you could save yourself? In the Red war, I was terrified, I thought I lost you when Ghaul kicked us off his ship and I felt like shit when you were weakened by the loss of the Light, when the Witness possessed you to speak to us.” Tidal’s breath hitched as she tried to force down a sob. 

“You’ve always been more important than my Light, than my own life Del. You’ve always been there for me no matter what. You once said we were partners, no matter what. If I lost everyone else, I could probably cope and survive. But losing you? I’d be utterly lost.”  

“You’re still capable of so much, even without me, or your Light. You know that.” Delta reassured her as she tried not to cry.  

“I know but... l-look at Osiris. He’s forgotten h-his limits and he struggles without Sagira. I don’t want to become that Delta. I don’t want to be forced to stop what I do best or play things way too cautiously.” Tidal sobbed. “Sometimes, I try to do everything myself and on my own sure, but I only feel like I can do that because I have you to back me up, to be my reason when I just... Act. Without you I’d be reckless and I wouldn’t last long.” 

Delta chirped watching the Pouka nuzzle her face, purring to try to calm her. He didn’t know what to say. It was rare enough for Tidal to let her emotional state overwhelm her, but to admit something from the bottom of her heart...  

His mind went back to their routine, their life. How she cared for him, how she treated him so lovingly. I tried to imagine her waking up without him, waiting on her pillow beside her head. How she’d struggle to adjust to civilian life without him. She wasn’t always the biggest fan of change nor did the adjust well to certain changes. She had a point.  

Someone cleared their throat loudly making the three look up at the figure in the doorway. Caiatl stood, her helmet under her arm as she watched Tidal with an anguished look on her face. She was in rare form, a look that didn’t seem to suit her as he shamefully raised her gaze to the Guardian. “I would hope I’m not interrupting. Would I be able to sit?” 

Tidal wiped her face, trying to clean herself up as she nodded. Caiatl sat next to her, resting her helmet on her knee. It took a moment for the Empress to find her words before she turned to face the two, addressing the blue and black Ghost directly. “I apologize to you Delta. I did not think of your safety or the position I would put Tidal in by giving her the order. I could only think of the fastest resolution to preventing the Witness from taking control of you and accessing the Veil. There is no defending what I asked her to do. I know that.”  

“I don’t blame you Empress, and I know my Guardian doesn’t either.” Delta shifted his gaze to the Cabal as she lay a hand on Tidal’s back. Tidal looked up at her, a frightened look on her face.  

“I did not mean to overhear your conversation with Delta, and although you briefly explained it to me when we met... I admit I didn’t understand the bond to one’s Ghost, or how such an act would impact you.” Caiatl sighed, pulling the Guardian closer to her. “I did not intend to wound you with my words, and for that, you would be justified in finding a new mentor.”  

“I don’t blame you. I blame myself for listening.” Tidal looked up, leaning into the Empress’s side. “I could have refused, I could have done more to stop Delta but I didn’t. Instead, I heard an order and began to carry it out before I realized what I was doing.” 

“That blame is not yours to carry. It is mine.”  

“Say it again and I’ll punch you.”  

“Your blow will barely harm me smallman.” Caiatl chuckled jokingly, only to let out a deep grunt of pain as the Titan followed up on her promise. “You’ve made your point.” 

“I think we can all agree that what matters is that I’m still alive. Sure the Witness did something to the Traveler, but we’re all still here right?” Delta asked, trying to sound hopeful. The Guardian and Empress exchanged a look and nodded.  

“I almost didn’t think she would be brought back.” Caiatl murmured looking away. “I’ve seen you killed in the Crucible yes, but seeing you die in battle and so brutally... I was terrified.” 

“I may not have taken down Calus, but I gave my team the opening to do so.” Tidal shrugged, resisting the urge to trace her newest scar with her finger. 

Caiatl turned looking concerned. “You almost lost your head!”  

“Far better Guardians than I have been killed in more gruesome ways.” Tidal pointed out looking at the floor before she closed her eyes. The fight with Calus had been far from easy. She hadn’t quite expected the former Emperor to lash out like he had, acting like both Collossus and then Gladiator. It had been when he switched tactics that he had landed a heavy blow as Caiatl arrived.  

He had aimed for the Titan’s throat, but a side dodge had saved her from being beheaded, instead cutting through armor and slicing her from her neck to the left part of her collar bone, causing the blade to become stuck. She blacked out shortly after that, unaware if she had died outright or slowly bled out. The next thing she remembered however, was waking up in Caiatl’s arms, surrounded by her fireteam and the Empress. 

Delta had healed the wound enough to bring her back, asking if she had wanted to keep it as a scar, something which she agreed on. Yet another memento. However, it was a token of yet another one of the Witness’s Disciples being eliminated. And at long last too.     

“What will you do now?” Caiatl asked as the Guardian sat up, having calmed herself down.  

“I’m probably going to take a long rest. I’ve been going flat out for what? The last 16 or so hours and only 11 of them I’ve actually spent doing my duty... Not including the fight above Earth or trying to get to Osiris on the Shadow Legion Fleet. I need some shut eye then I’m headed back home.”  

“Are you leaving your fireteam to continue here?”  

“No, other fireteams are arriving to take over. I’m headed to Earth to help fight the Shadow Legion there. And to help look for Amanda.” Tidal yawned as she stretched. “Still no word on her yet but... I mean, she wouldn’t have gone down so easily right?”  

The Uluran chuckled. “No, she has a fiery spirit. Strong and brave. She may be a pilot, but she has the same strength as any warrior.”  

“She just fights different.”  

“Indeed.” The Empress nodded. “I won’t keep you. I’ll remain here for a time, to help clean up my father’s mess. Keep me informed of the situation on Earth won’t you?”  

“I will Caiatl.”  

-/-    

Amanda leaned back against the prison wall, watching the warden bark orders to their subordinates. She didn't understand much Ulurant, but what she did told her that a fireteam that was inbound, was so very close. After a few hours of hiding, trying to boost the signal so she could be found, and then sneaking in with the other prisoners, she was tired, and that wasn’t counting for the crash. 

But they were close. The other Survivors were terrified, some exhausted, and others still were shell shocked. About half were pilots and the other half were just civilians, living out in the EDZ. The shipwright tried to boost their spirits, but they were all in bad shape. This may have been worse than the Red War if she had to think about it.  

At the far end of the room, two familiar Guardians appeared opening fire on any Shadow Legion and Taken forces they encountered. Her heart soared as the spotted sovereign and Callista carving their way through their opponents. “Man ain’t you two a sight for sore eyes. Careful of the big guy you hear?”  

“We’re on it. Having a bit of trouble getting through their new shields. Haven’t seen green ones before.” Sovereign called as his wife pressed against his back to help prevent any flanking.    

“Kind of sounds like that Strand stuff Tide told us about. What I wouldn’t give to try it.”  

“Warlocks am I right?” The Exo grumbled hearing a few laughs on the coms before Devrim cut in. 

“Fireteam Leo I’m just getting this in on the wire, but you’re about to have a third person join you. You said you’re having problems with... Green shields if I heard that correctly?” Devrim asked, pausing to talk to someone else on another channel. 

“Yeah. Takes longer to bring them down if we use any other energy type- damn!” The Hunter ducked. “It’s tanky whatever it is.”  

“Well your friend says there’s a solution to that problem. Sit tight, she’s almost there.”  

“She?” Amanda asked before it clicked, her eyes widening. “Wait, I thought she was on Neptune.”  

“Wait, is our Lion here? On Earth?” Callista asked as the portal cracked to life once more, as if on cue. The Lion themed Titan rolled through, drawing herself up to her full height with a growl as everyone froze. Green light began to glow around her, odd strands waved like seaweed in the roll of the ocean’s waves.  

“Hey big guy! Your Leaders are gone. Calus is dead and the Witness fucked off, so we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. You choose!” Tidal’s throat rumbled with the growl of her namesake. “Either way, I'm here to rescue captives and my wife.”  

The combined forces opened fire once more as green energy glowed brighter around her, her fist curling tightly. “Fine, have it your way.”  

She crouched, throwing up a green barricade that sent out a wave of green energy at one of the Shadow Legion. The energy shredded his shields before he found himself suspended in midair by odd green threads. He was quickly finished off by the Titan who worked to help thin the herd. Amanda watched in awe as the three went to work, lighting bale fires and clearing the enemy forces. The Green energy was new, and clearly the rest of the fireteam didn’t know it. Was it something she discovered on Neptune? 

She didn’t get a chance to think on it further as Tidal began to glow green as she crossed her arms and a moment later, arm mounted blades forged in the odd green light appeared before she charged forward, slashing and hacking her way through her opponents. They fell easily, making some of the captives watch and murmur in awe as the Lion went to town, Green, purple and Deep Blue light flashed across the room along with muzzle fire. 

Amanda couldn’t help but feel proud of  her wife, how she worked, how dedicated she was. She couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. She had seen her fight in the Crucible, from her helmet feed and at a distance a few times, but never this close.  

Amanda’s finger drew circles on her arm as she shivered, feeling cold. She could imagine her wife’s muscles flexing, working as she fought. She could imagine her expression and the thoughts barreling through her mind.  

It wasn’t long before the Warden fell and the barriers to their cells dropped. As the prisoners filled out and into another portal created by Mara, Amanda ducked her head and stepped out. Turning to aid those who were struggling to move, she focused on the others while the three guardians stood watch. There was the click and the release of a helmet latch that she ignored as the last of the captives shuffled towards the portal, waiting for them to leave before she turned around, staring face to face with her wife.  

The two moved towards each other, capturing the other in a warm embrace as they pressed their cheeks against one another. Tidal was still breathing heavily from her ordeal and Amanda couldn’t blame her. Pulling away from her Titan she gave her a chaste kiss to her lips before their eyes met.  

“I’m glad you’re ok.” Tidal whispered, holding Amanda’s hands. “I was worried.”  

“I can see it meltin’ from your face Darlin’.” Amanda chuckled, smiling as her wife’s posture relaxed more. “Me going down wasn’t that bad... Right?”  

“It looked bad from where I was, and your coms were out so I didn’t know what to think. Spent the last day worried about you on top of what happened on Neptune. I’ll explain later.” the Titan winked. 

Amanda cupped her wife’s face, stroking the scar that ran from her brow to her cheek. “You look wiped, like you could use some sleep. Why aren’t you in bed?”  

“I was, I was resting before I was going to start looking for you, but... Delta heard your transmission and by the time I woke up to hear it, those two were scrambled to find you. Luckily, them and Crow knew where to start looking once we picked up on your signal.” 

Amanda shook her head. That was her wife through and through. Before she could say anything else, Tidal handed her a familiar shotgun. Amanda gave a small thanks before looking back at the Young Wolf and his wife. “C’mon let’s get to my ship and then we can relax a bit and catch up. I’ve been hearin’ things that are concerning.”  

The Titan yawned, following her wife’s lead. “Just wait.” 

Amanda didn’t have to wait too long. One accidental friendly fire and some ship repairs later and they had arrived back at the Farm. It was odd to be back to such a place, but it was close and one of the few places they had secured. It was also an easy to access hub until they could be transported either to the City, or take refuge in until the Shadow Legion had been dealt with.  

Amanda had to leave the ship repairs until later that night however. She was tired, hungry and needed a shower. A shower was easy enough, and a quick bite helped keep her hunger at bay for a while, but when her wife stripped back down to her civies, she realized she needed a bit more downtime before she went back to work.  

It was how they ended up sitting on the couch together with Amanda rubbing her shoulders, being gentle with the new scar Tidal had.  

“You have to be careful. I ain’t one ta fuss over you or to turn down a nice scar, but this looks... nasty. Like a bad blow.” Amanda shook her head and applied a good amount of pressure to Tidal’s back. The Titan grunted tiredly.  

“This was me being careful. If I hadn’t dodged when I had, I would have been headless. The injury I got was enough to freak Caiatl out.” Tidal let herself relax as she let Amanda work. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worried or upset.”  

“Yeah well... You may be immortal basically but still. I worry about your injuries. I don’t always like seeing you get hurt in battle.” Amanda admitted nuzzling her cheek as her voice dropped to a whisper. “I know your job ain’t safe but, I like knowing you’re not biting off more than you can chew.”  

“I wasn’t alone, I wasn’t that crazy.” Tidal’s fingers wiggled gently above the couch cushion, noting how Amanda watched the green strands dance between her fingers. “Besides, I have Strand now.” 

“Another Darkness power?” Amanda hesitated to reach toward it. It seemed different from Stasis. 

“Yeah, but different. My hating the use of Stasis held me back from mastering it, and put undue strain on my body, more than I should have experienced. I had to let go of my fear and dislike of using Stasis before I could master Strand. Out of any of the Darkness powers, Stand is better.” 

“I still don’t trust people who use it... No offense to the Clan or Queen Mara.” Amanda shuddered. It’s like... It goes against the Light, what the Traveler stood for.” 

“I know but... Between Drifter saying that there’s no real good or bad side between the Light and Dark, and so many people saying that the Line between Light and Dark is so very thin...” Tidal released her use on Strand before sighing. “I’m really starting to think that they’re right.”  

Amanda leaned in, kissing her cheek. “You’re stayin’ on Earth right?”  

“Unless needed on Neptune.” Tidal nodded with a wide smirk. “I want to take you there.”  

“Would... Am I even allowed?” Amanda asked hesitantly. 

“Well Nimbus will welcome you. They’ve been rather excited to see and meet the other Terrians as they call us.” Tidal smirked turning her face to look at her. “Neomuna’s still a bit of a hotzone  for Vex and the Shadow Legion activity, but it’s also an amazing spot. That and the local fauna is interesting.”  

“Is that where the Poukas come from?” Amanda asked, watching the small silver creature coo and fly circles around Delta and Skrank the Shank. 

“Yeah! They're pretty attuned with people's emotions, and some become “Emotional support Poukas”  for the Cloudstriders. One’s following Osiris and this one... Well I named her Shimmer.” Tidal smirked as the Pouka paused to look at Tidal, making an inquisitive noise. “I didn’t know she snuck along with me till I was falling asleep. Nimbus told me to keep her since she’s so attached to me.”  

“You were that worried about me were ya?”  

“Yeah, that and stressed. Osiris pushed us HARD, though he came to his senses after Rohan’s sacrifice.” Tidal shrugged, noticing Amanda’s frown. “Hey! Calm down.”  

“I’ll kick his ass.”  

“Leave it. He’s backed off and realized his mistakes. Let it go. I don’t need you, Caiatl, Koron and Crow all ganging up on him.”  

“You should be pissed off.” Amanda huffed, pulling away and standing up.  

“I was, but I let it go.” Tidal watched her before standing up as well. “How about we make dinner? I know some of us are probably starved and you could use a proper meal yourself.”  

“I’ve got shit to do, repairs to make and people to check on but... I’ll have a meal later.” Amanda shook her head. “I’ll find Crow and go argue with Mara. I hear she’s also been pushing herself over the last few hours.Maybe I’ll get him to do it.”  

“Oh Crow’s just going to LOVE that.” Tidal chuckled sarcastically, envisioning just how it would go down. “Are you still mad at him?”

“He snuck up on us! I didn’t mean to shoot him but givin’ us some warning would have been nice.” Amanda huffed and shook her head. “Come on, start dinner and I'll get your brother.”

“Oh this should be fun.” Tidal muttered to herself, heading to the kitchen.  

Chapter Text

“For the record, I’m only doing this so you don’t track water all over my sister’s ship.” 

Mara jumped as she looked up. After many tiring operations against the Shadow Legion where she had lent her power to the Guardians, she had paused to take a short break and had almost toppled over. Her Techeons had insisted that she take a break, supported by the words of Devrim. To her surprise, Kirkais had crossed her path and had directed her to seek out the Fireteam who had just arrived from Neomuna and who had helped on the latest operation.  

However Mara had struggled to find which ship the old Captain had meant. Making matters worse was the sudden onset of a bitter cold spring rain. Seeing Crow standing over her while draping his cloak over one arm to provide some cover had been the furthest thing from her mind... and yet.. She appreciated it. 

“Thank you. I don’t suppose you could show me which ship is Tidal’s? I’m still unsure which it is.” Mara asked, trying to walk in step with Crow. His taller stature wasn’t doing her any favors. 

“It’s the big blue and black one, the retrofitted Pre-Golden age ship.” Crow pointed out to the edge of the field. Mara noted the sleek white, black and denim blue ship that sat on the edge of the forest nearby. “There’s plenty of room for us.”  

“Then I assume that the ship next to it is yours.”  

Crow refused to answer, however Glint was more than happy to pick up where his Risen had left off. “Yup, the Radiant Accipicator. It’s a paracausal ship.” 

“Glint, you’re oversharing again.” Crow grumbled, trying to focus on the sound of mud sloshing under his boots. Mara frowned, but decided to change the topic. “I see you’ve grown a beard again.” 

Crow’s pace quickened, but not before she swore she heard him murmur “oh here we go” under his breath. Mara quickened her own pace to a light jog to keep up with her brother’s longer strides, a task made harder as he was at least a foot taller than her without her heeled boots. “It always made you look unkempt, though to your credit, it’s short, neat and lightly styled.” 

“Mara, I’m not going to discuss what’s happened since I was rezzed. You were always awful at respecting boundaries and frankly, I don’t really wish to talk to you.” Crow finally snapped glaring at her. “Tidal is being civil enough to let you eat with us and for you to clean up. I just ask that you leave me alone.”  

“I... If that’s your wish.” Mara shot back, shocked by the sudden loss of his cloak as they stepped under the shelter of the large ship. Crow instead headed up the ramp, pausing to tap the toe of his boots  against the bottom of the ramp to knock off any muck before continuing upwards.  

Mara followed suit, noticing that Glint had strayed behind to wait for her. As she ascended, the Ghost spoke to her and gestured with his shell. “Leave your boots on the tray. Unless they’re cleaned and you’re in battle dress, no one bothers wearing anything but socks or knitted booties on the ship... Maybe bare feet in the living, sleeping or bathing areas.” 

Mara was baffled, but did as she was instructed. “Is she normally that casual?” 

“Yup! She tends to be more on the relaxed side. Oh! If you go past the living area, you’ll find an alcove for showering and bathroom uses.” Glint advised as Delta glided up to them. “Hey Delta!” 

“Hey Glint. Mara, Tidal’s ask me to tell you that she’s got a towel and a change of clothes you can borrow while you wash yours, she’s put them near the shower for you.” Delta’s gaze switched to her, as she placed her boots on the tray, noticing several armored pairs and one civilian pairs. She raised an eyebrow. 

“Thank you, both of you.” Mara nodded, making her way inside. The pleasant sound of music drifted out to her as did many voices. Going straight through the Cargo Bay’s bulkhead, she took in the sight. A large open area that blended a kitchen and living area together was currently occupied by Niik and Koron on the couch with their four hatchlings, Tidal and Amanda working side by side at the counter and sink respectively, Crow leaning over one of the counters and Sovereign and Callista doing maintenance on their weapons.  

In a nook above a screen mounted in the wall across from the kitchen, the edges of a few knitted blankets and pillows gently hung out, playing host to Harbinger, Oblivion, Verdant and another Ghost she didn’t recognise. Before she could ask what the purpose of the nook was, Delta and Glint left her shoulder to join their fellow Ghosts, settling in to gossip amongst themselves. 

She supposed it was considerate that Ghosts had their own little social space on the ship, and most like a nest or a roosting area for birds. She had never really considered the bond between Ghost and Guardian to be so deep or compassionate before.  

“Alright I’m off.” Amanda announced as she scooped up a few containers. “Gotta bring these to Devrim and Misraaks, make sure they get something to eat. I’ll be back in a while after I do my rounds.”  

“Sure I’ll save some food for you.” Tidal nodded, chuckling as Amanda kissed her wife’s lips. “Have fun babe.”  

“Stay out of trouble while I'm gone Darlin’.” Amanda winked at her before turning around. “Crow put a shirt on.”  

“I will, calm down.” Crow smirked, turning his head as she passed. “I’ll put on one before I help cook dinner.”  

“Now buddy.” Amanda shook her head, giving Mara a look as she passed. “Men, right?”  

“I heard that!” Crow called, straightening up as he turned around to search for his shirt. That’s when Mara noticed the two massive, folded raven wings tattooed on his back, the longest feathers dipping just below the waistband of his red pants. His inner forearms also sported a single black feather each, something that caught her off guard. When had he gotten those? Did Spider...  

“Amanda’s a great artist isn’t she?” Tidal called to Mara as Crow found his shirt and began to pull it on. “She did mine and Crow’s tattoos... Well... Most of mine. Caiatl let me get the one on my right forearm, but Amanda’s done the rest of ‘em, including the newest ones on my legs.” 

Mara turned and looked over the Titan. She was rather scared along her upper body, but her arms bore an impressive amount of ink. Her forearm indeed bore the gold pattern that almost matched the Empress’s own markings, though Mara noticed that one of the gold lines continued down to the middle of Tidal’s right middle finger.  

The left arm had a blue maned lion holding the Titan sigil between its claws while the Traveler rose behind it. Under the sigil were two downwards facing chevrons and below that was a green House of Light sigil. Two solid black bands encircled her wrist, with a few black bands scattered across her fingers, some partially broken by old looking scars that dotted her fingers and knuckles.  

Mara was in awe. She had never seen the Titan outside of her armor before, so to see her muscular physique, marred by scars and decorated with tattoos reminded her of Sjur... Though the Titan was shorter than Sjur yet still taller than herself.

There was no doubt in her mind that the two would have been great friends.  

“She is indeed skilled.” Mara admitted, pulling herself out of her thoughts. Crow brushed past, rolling up the sleeves of a black shirt with a gray design on the chest that reminded her of a bird diving. One sleeve she noted had several gray feathers on it, making Mara wonder where he got it and what sigil he was wearing.  

“So, did you get the potatoes ready Ty?”  

“All cleaned, sliced up and ready to go. Pan’s ready too. Work your magic and I’ll take the tenderloin out of the oven and finish prepping it.” Tidal elbowed him. “Desert’s in the fridge. Along with the other dressings.”  

“Good, now move your ass. I need some counter space.”  

-/-  

If there was one thing Mara had to give the Lions credit for, it was knowing how to cook a good meal.  

Mara sank further into the couch cushions as she slowly nursed her drink. Another thing she had to give the Lion credit for, she knew her teas. Custom blends that aided with anything from digestion, to relaxation, to even restoring energy. Mara could appreciate that.  

She looked over across the coffee table, watching her brother and the human cuddle. The Titan was cuddled against his chest, eyes closed and bundled in her hoodie and a plain of sweatpants. Crow meanwhile lounged across the full length of the couch, gently nibbling on the end of his pen as he pondered his next paragraph. The moleskin clad journal resting on his palm, gold amber eyes darting back and forth as he read and proofread his work. He shifted his weight as the Guardian against his side squirmed to get comfortable resting her head under his bearded jaw.  

Uldren had never let her do that, not since the Distributary anyway. She felt a pang of jealousy in her heart as she watched. How? How had the human managed that? Was it the bond she and Crow formed?  

The click of talons broke Mara out of her thoughts as she lifted her head to look. Koron sauntered past the living area, his lower arms unlatching his empty Ether tank from its harness on his back. The Eliksni made a low bark, making Crow look up at the sound.  

"I'll be changing my tank and getting a fresh one for Niik and the hatchlings. We're headed to bed." Koron yawned in Eliknsi, his mandibles parting and tongue sticking out before he closed his mouth again. "Good night Brother in Light, Sister in Light... Queen Mara." 

"Good night to you, Niik and your hatchlings Koron." Crow responded watching the young Captain nod and shuffle off to get the ether supplies he needed for the night. Crow chuckled.  

"He's grown into quite the leader, much like his father." Mara noted, watching Koron head to the sleeping area.  

"Mm..." Crow turned his attention back to his writing, ignoring the frenzied whisperings from the four Ghosts in a nook on the wall. Mara sat up, resting her elbows on her knees.  

"So you still write, and tell tales that enrapture the children." Mara began as Crow continued to read. "Have you gone back to add to the story of Ager and Rega?" 

"No, that arc's finished, disregarding your.... Abridgement of my work." Crow snapped, not sparing her a glance.  

Mara pulled a face that clearly indicated her offense to the comment. "Excuse me?"  

"That was not yours to add to. Between us, I'm the better writer."  

"You were always better at poetry I suppose." Mara hummed, making Crow slowly turn his head to glare at her.  

"I didn't ask for your praise or your opinion." Crow growled, an odd warble coming from the back of his throat.  

"It was a compliment. Take it dear brother." 

"Firstly I'm only your brother by blood, not by bond." Crow's voice began to raise. "Secondly where was this praise when Uldren earned it?" 

"There is no need to raise your voice, Crow. I understand you're upset." Mara began as Crow bared his teeth.  

"Damn right I'm upset! When was the last time you showed me any kind of genuine love? Gave me any praise, THANKED me for helping you expand your influence, do your dirty work or appreciated my efforts!?" Crow put his pen between the pages of his journal, snapping it shut.  

"You WANTED me to die, you wanted to turn me into something I hated, you wanted to manipulate me further and for what? So I could be a more effective tool for YOU to wield!"  

"You don't understand what my plans were at the time." Mara argued, pausing to take a breath when she noticed the light shift under her brother's skin. A warning of his building rage. 

"Yes, because why tell anyone of your 'plans' when you could hold your cards so close to your chest? Your plans rely on key factors, factors and risks which don't always pay off. Remember your plan for Savathun?" Crow chided, his light beginning to swirl around him like mist.  

"May I remind you-" Mara's voice began to raise before she was cut off.  

"That's enough!" A loud rumble reverberated through the hull of the ship. Both Awoken froze for a moment before turning to look at the human who was glaring at both of them. "Crow, settle down. Mara, stop instigating. So help me GOD, I'll toss you both out into the rain until you cool down." 

Crow fell silent. He knew his sister didn't want to, but he knew better than to call her bluff. She was certainly strong enough to toss them both out and with only one hand each..  

"Sorry Ty. I let my anger get the better of me." Crow ducked his head sitting up as the Titan uncurled herself from him and stood up.  

"Mara, I want a word. Follow." Tidal barked, heading down through the kitchen and into the Cargo bay. Mara frowned at the order but got up to follow, bringing her tea with her. She could feel the woman's fury in the air, how it pricked her skin like static.  

She passed through the bulkhead, watching the Titan turn around to face her. In the dim light, the blue-white reflection in her eyes made them seem almost Awoken. However the Queen of the Reef knew better. Behind those olive-green eyes, in the Guardian's core, lay the maned lioness. She remembered her last argument with the Titan, and how she had seen the Lion when Tidal had both broken her nose and knocked her out cold. She wasn't in a hurry to repeat that again.  

"Stop antagonizing my brother. Ah-ah! Let me speak." Tide held up a finger as Mara opened her mouth to argue. "I don't care if you mean to or not, just... Try to help keep the peace alright? He's accepted his past, the pain and Uldren, but the rest of his past damage and trauma, even your treatment of Uldren have left its mark, and it's not so simple to heal from. Now I've got some advice, and while I can't force you to act on it, I suggest you listen." 

"Alright, enlighten me Lightbearer." Mara snapped looking up at the woman. Without her high heeled boots, she stood over a head shorter than the Titan, not that she felt intimidated.  

"Give him time, let him approach you when ready. You'll have your work cut out for him but you need to show him that you really care. Show him your love isn't conditional, that it comes freely and from the heart." The Titan's voice turned tender, and Mara saw the lion within relax, almost like it was laying down. 

"Give him praise even when he's not doing work for the Vanguard, admire his talents and show an interest in him. I taught him how to love again, to accept love and true praise. I taught him that he doesn't need to seek approval, but how to do things for himself. In turn he learned to do things for others to show that he cared, not for some gain. We bonded, because we both cared for each other and because we were open and honest with each other." 

Mara saw the Titan smile. "Watch closely while you stay with us, you'll see what I mean and maybe you'll understand why and how we bonded." 

Mara moved aside as Tidal walked past her to the living area. She waited a few moments before following the Guardian, curious as to what she meant. In their absence, Crow had gone back to writing in his journal. 

“So, what section are you at now?” Tidal asked, sitting on the floor in front of the couch. “Or are you still drafting ideas?” 

Crow looked down then back to his journal. “I’m at the part where the Raven guides the Owl and the Liger to safety in the Misty forests and how they learn just how capable he is.”  

“How capable he is with feathers and talons made of embers, his beak forged in the fires of the sun?” Tidal imitated Crow’s tone, making the Hunter sit all the way up. “Or how he learned to wield the power of the Glaciers through the scepter made for Ager?” 

“You know, you could read my drafts instead of me reading them to you.” Crow huffed, rolling his eyes.  

“Maybe I like hearing you spin stories. Besides, you paint a vivid picture, and your tone really adds punch to the dialogue. Other times you elaborate and really add to it.” Tidal looked behind her. “I like hearing you talk about your stories. There’s not many good books these days.” 

“Not my fault you like fantasy and adventure genres.” Crow turned his attention back to his journal, once again nibbling on the cap of his pen. 

“Because sometimes Sci-fi is too much. Things that go against normal reality are much more fun. Besides, I could sit for hours listening to you talk about your latest chapter or idea, or even to you reading your drafts and seeing if things flow well.” Tidal leaned her head back against the cushion.  

“Fine, once I'm done writing this bit and once, I tweak some of the chapters with the golem, I’ll let you beta what I’ve written, alright?” 

“Given up on your ‘no beta, we die like hive Ghosts’ approach?” The comment almost made Mara laugh. 

“Mmm... Maybe.” Crow chuckled.

Their dynamic was different from the dynamic she had had with Uldren. There was no answering a question with another question, no vague or riddled dialogue between them. They spoke plainly, honestly and naturally. It was clear that they both cared for one another as an older and younger sibling would, both taking an interest in the other’s hobbies and words. She hated to admit to it, but she felt a small pang of guilt. Uldren hadn’t always been happy, or at least not as happy as that. Sure, he had had Petrarch for a time before he had clearly perished, but the last time he had been truly that happy was maybe when they had been children…

And yet, here was Crow, clearly happy and knowing he was loved as his sister carried on with him. Funny how she had given a man she had once hated, a second chance, a chance that had turned into this. A healthy and loving family of sorts.

A flicker of movement caught her attention, making her turn her head, noticing a green colored Ghost watching the scene unfold as both siblings stood up engaging in some rough housing which turned to a small bout of play fighting. “They’re something else huh?” 

“Their energies are more compatible, I only used to roughhouse with my brother to appease him from time to time. She on the other hand relishes it.” Mara sipped at her cooling tea. “Are you a friend of hers?” 

“Kind of. I’m her late brother’s Ghost. She took me in after the Red War.” The Ghost replied, watching the two Guardians. “Name’s Atmos.” 

“Her brother?” Mara faltered, crowing curious at the Ghost’s words. 

“She used to have an older brother named Cross. He died before the Collapse and I rezzed him many many years ago. He died during the Red War, Lightless. He was trying to find her on Nessus and she arrived too late to save him…” The Ghost’s eye blinked. “But she managed to save me instead.”

Things were beginning to make more sense to Mara. “And she gave you a home.”

“Yeah… She’s everything Cross hoped she would be, it’s a shame they never got to reunite.” Atmos replied. “He wanted them to have something like this, but shit happens. I think he’d settle for seeing her happy and even finding and building a family, something just like this. Want to know something funny?” 

“Enlighten me.” 

“She outwitted Spider, and saved him. Hell she taught him what it means to be a Guardian, he even figured out some Titan skills from watching her, and he can use his Light like her. But that’s not the funny part.” Atmos chuckled, sounding more cheerful. “When her mental state slips and she’s confused, or disorientated, Crow and Delta are the only ones who she recognises. Hell its how her and Crow realized their bond was a sibling one… She confused him for Cross when she was exhausted and passed out.”

That was it. That’s how he had bonded to her, Mara realized. A friendship born out of kindness, leading to a relationship that provided both with something either subconsciously craved, building something they had needed, making it stronger than anything they had had in their past lives. 

She and the Lion were more similar than they realized. Both were powerful, both were leaders, and both had lost a brother who was oh so dear to them. But only Tidal had found something she had once had. She had a brother once more, she had a family. 

Family. Something Mara still craved.

It was still on her mind some few hours later as she lay in her borrowed bed on the ship. Koron, Niik and their hatchling curled up in their own bunk a few feet away, Crow had fallen asleep above Tidal’s bunk long ago and now mumbled in his sleep as Glint snoozed on his chest.

She almost missed Amanda slowly tiptoeing to her wife’s bed, sitting on the edge and removing her prosthetic for the night. Mara watched in secret, feeling her blood drop a few degrees as she realized the extent of the injury. 

Half of the shipwright’s thigh was- 

Mara averted her gaze out of respect. Amanda was none the wiser, slipping under the blankets and cuddling up to her wife with a heat bag. There was a quiet noise and a soft mumble, revealing that the Titan hadn’t fully been asleep yet. 

The shorter woman shushed the Guardian,, cuddling into her chest with a gentle yawn. There was a slight glow under their blankets as Amanda let out a relieved noise. Mara could feel the ship’s temperature rise slightly for a short while, just across from her. The Guardian was using her light to help warm up her wife before they fell asleep.

Mara felt a pang of loneliness as something occurred to her. If Crow fully rejected her, she had no family left. It was true, family and attachment would make her plans that much more difficult, but if a Guardian could allow themselves to be a bit selfish and to surround themselves with people who cared, and to find a family that cared…

Osana wouldn’t have cared, she couldn’t be bothered when Mara announced her plan to depart the Distributary. Uldren however… Mara swallowed her contempt, trying to relax her body once more. Osana hadn’t ever seemed to truly care about her daughter’s feelings, how she felt  or the support she had needed. Instead, she had seemed more than fine to let Mara fend for herself, only caring when it benefitted herself or when it could make her look bad. She had seemed happy to be rid of her daughter. 

Sjur was the only one who made Mara feel like she had mattered, like she was more than who she saw herself as or how she had felt. Now she was once more adrift, alone… And yet, here was this god damn Guardian, who was welcoming her into her home away from home, and trying to be kind, making her feel welcome in her space. 

Mara closed her eyes. Could she afford the same selfishness for once? Was it worth it? It was a question she’d have to consider carefully. However that night as she slept, she felt something watching her, with keen interest.

What it was, wasn’t anything she had ever considered, though she didn’t realize why at first, and wouldn’t for some time..       

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“Well ain’t this a kick in the arse?”  

Tidal frowned, tossing a thermos into the air with a little spin before catching it. She was due to visit Neptune to help Osiris with something and had made some tea to share with Devrim and Marc. However, both men were gone along with Crow. Misraaks and Amanda had both left to go on a patrol together, leaving her with a thermos full of tea and no one who would drink it. 

“Knew I should have gotten up earlier.” Tidal complained as Delta peeked out of the fur on her chest plate. 

“You needed your sleep. You’re not at fault.” Delta rolled his eyes. “Stop pushing yourself. Osiris did enough of it.”  

“Fair...” Tidal shrugged, still tossing the spinning bottle up in the air and catching it. “Don’t think I can drink 2 cups of tea though.” 

“Would you be open to sharing it?” Tidal turned, seeing Mara prowling up behind her. The two had been working side by side for a few days now and it seemed that either Mara was indeed changing her ways, or the Titan’s hospitality had made her decide to behave herself around the human.  

Either way, it was progress.  

Tidal caught the thermos once more and nodded her head to a moss-covered log, unscrewing the cap as she moved to sit down. “Sure, I’ve got a bit before I have to leave. You taking a break or...?”  

“None of the operations have begun yet, so I had decided to take a stroll through the woods. It hadn’t lasted nearly as long as I had thought.” Mara shook her head as Tidal handed her the cap and unscrewed the stopper, pouring her half of the tea. “Thank you.”  

“Hey, thank you for helping give me an excuse to sit for a bit while my brain comes online.” Tidal unscrewed the bottom of the thermos producing a second cup to pour the rest of the tea into. “Always takes me at least an hour or so for my brain to come back up to speed after waking up.” 

“I assume you’re not a morning person?”  

“Nope.”  

“And yet to rise early each morning, or try to.”  

“Certain habits are hard to break. I blame my old soldier training.” Tidal shrugged, gently blowing on the tea a bit to cool it before taking a sip. “I really need to plan another clan bootcamp at some point.” 

Mara shook her head, sipping at the tea. “Blueberry?”  

“Yeah it is.” Tidal nodded, watching Mara smirk suddenly. “What’s so funny?”  

“For years I’ve avoided Blueberry tea as best as I could. Every time I taste it, I’m reminded of an event in the Distributary shortly before leaving.” Mara snorted softly. “But I’ve never quite found myself in the same position as I do now while having the same tea.” 

“What did you do? I assume someone thought you deserved it?”  

Mara let out a soft laugh. “I suppose I did. It harkens back to a lie I told when the Distributary was created, and how that woman learned the truth and as a result threw the tea we were drinking back in my face.” 

“Did you ever tell anyone about this?”  

“Uldren and Sjur but... Few know of our experiences in the Distributary, or the origin of our creation.” 

“Then why me? Why now?” Tidal asked, curiosity peaked. Mara sipped her tea again.  

“Your tea reminded me of simpler times, a time I wasn’t expecting to remember with the Witness bearing down on us.” Mara replied with a sigh, looking out across the field.  

“I suppose now’s a bad time to mention that if I hadn’t allowed my grief and feelings cloud my judgment, I probably would have been on that ship with you and Uldwyn?” 

Mara’s head turned sharply. “You would have?”  

“I was in training, but a break up and deaths in the family prompted me to not re-enlist and finish my training. I had to give up my spot on the Exodus Green.” Tidal shrugged, knowing she had Mara’s interest. “Instead, I witnessed the collapse and saw it all go to hell.”  

Mara watched the Titan in silence for a few moments before speaking once more. “There’s no doubt in my mind that had you continued your training and been aboard our ship, that you would have become Awoken on your own accord... Though if you would have joined us in leaving the Distributary or stayed, is another matter entirely. I’m ashamed to admit that I may have misjudged you.”  

“You? Ashamed?” Tidal’s mouth moved faster than she could think, and she immediately regretted her words. Before she could apologize, Mara closed her eyes, struggling not to smirk. 

“Yes, you have a will that is not easily broken, love and loyalty for those you hold dear. I once thought you were simply too stubborn for your own good, shouldering burdens through some method in your apparent madness.” Mara hummed, hands wrapped around the makeshift cup. “Now I see that it’s your devotion to this found family of yours. You care about others over yourself. You act not for fame or glory, but for duty, as a paragon for good. Much like my brother once had, only... You don’t do it for approval.” 

“And you’ve taken a liking to that?” Tidal asked curiously, interested in this new side to the Queen. Mara shook her head ever so slightly.  

“No, you care not for the approval of others. They may disagree with your methods, but you get results while trying to minimize casualties or potential fall out.”  

“That doesn’t always work... Look at the Dreaming City and now the Traveler.”  

“And therein lies one of your faults. Taking responsibility for things that are far outside your control.” Mara pointed out, reaching out and putting a hand on Tidal’s shoulder. “But it’s also a strength in limited amounts. It helps strengthen your position as a leader, a leader that I have ignored for far too long. And for that I apologize.” 

“This isn't like you. Who are you and what have you done with Mara?” Tidal asked, making Mara laugh loudly. People turned and stared, curious as to what made the Queen of the Reef make such a loud exclamation.  

 “As unlikely as it is, I’ve begun to realize the error of my ways, how poor of a sister I’ve been to Uldren, and now Crow. It hurts, but I’m aware that he is justified in his feelings. I will never have my brother back, not as I knew him... But parts of him live on through Crow, and if he would let me, I would wish to rectify those wrongs.” Mara looked down into her violet tea. “You have shown me that, and I wish to love and care for another, as I should have.”  

“If he wants to, I’m sure he’ll approach you about it... But remember if he doesn’t want to, then...”  

“I understand. Though, as unlikely as it is, if our mother ever appeared and sought us out... Regardless of how he felt, I would protect him.” Mara growled, the blue light of her eyes blazing as her hair gently blew despite the lack of a breeze to do so. “She was rather... narcissistic. Some would call my claim bold given my history.”  

“Was she that bad?”  

“Very. She coddled Uldren, even before we became Awoken. I believe it started around the time he fell out of a tree and almost broke his neck. He was lucky he only broke his arm and his collarbone.” Mara remembered, draining her cup. “I remember once that she referred to me as an insignificant fleck of paint or space debris.” 

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but if your depiction of her is correct, then I think I hate her more than I hated you or Uldren combined. That’s an achievement honestly.” Mara snorted, handing the empty cup back to Tidal, watching the Guardian finish her own tea before standing and screwing either cup into their places on the thermos. “That being said, I haven’t forgotten how you have plans to take out me, Crow, Eris and anyone else you feel is threatening your plans.”  

“I have confidence that you wouldn’t do so on your own accord, though you’ll forgive me if I plan for every contingency.” Mara pointed out as she stood up, watching the Titan head for her ship.  

“I’ll keep that in mind if I ever need to save your ass.” 

A thought occurred to Mara, and before the Titan had gotten too far, she posed a question. “Who is this Little Rook I keep hearing about? If I'm to understand, he’s important to Crow.”  

“I’m not at liberty to say Mara.” Tidal turned around, walking backwards. 

“But you know...” Mara raised a brow as a second thought occurred to her before she felt things falling into place. “Does Crow have a child in his care?”  

“Not my place to say what goes on in my brother’s personal life. You should ask him yourself. I’ve gotta go.” Tidal waved and turned around, heading for her ship. Crow, please tell me you’re not too occupied. We have a problem.  

Define problem. I’m having a competition with Devrim. The Hunter chuckled.  

It’s about Byron, I think Mara’s onto you.  

Dread pooled in her stomach, Crow’s fear leaking into their shared bond. What did she say?  

Just asked who the Little Rook she kept hearing about was, then she asked if you had a kid in your care. Told her it wasn’t my place to say anything and she should ask you any personal questions like that. Tidal tapped her feet on the ground before she ascended the ramp. Just wanted to give you a heads up.  

I’ll warn Petra then. Thanks for letting me know. Crow sighed softly, focusing on his next shot.  

-/- 

The girl ran through the wet ditch, branches and twigs scraping her skin as she ran, sobbed and tried to evade capture. Behind her she could hear the stomping and heavy breathing of the Uluran soldier chasing her down. The invaders had come out of nowhere, chasing her family down as her parents yelled for her to escape and not look back. Two loud gunshots had rang out and her parent’s yells had grown quiet as she had run. However, she was tired. Her legs burned and her throat felt dry as she coughed, unable to keep going.  

But she had to escape.  

The large soldier behind her bellowed and she made a snap decision to jump into a bush, the thorns and burrs digging in and making her wince in pain. Her thought was that the sharp thorns would likely hurt the being chasing her right?  

Wrong. The soldier’s skin was far too thick for that, the sharp thorns acting more like an irritant than a deterrent. She screamed as she was yanked up into the air, kicking and screaming as the Legionary stared at her, his hand big enough to hold her in place. If he wanted to, he could have squeezed the life out of her. But he didn’t, and instead dragged her back towards the rest of his squad.  

However, another thing that he didn’t realize was that they weren't alone. As the girl screamed and tried to attack him, there was a loud thud followed by the deep crack of a tree-limb splintering. The Legionary turned around, searching for the source before something charged him with a roar.  

Another of his kind, tusked, dressed differently and furious.  

The girl yelped as she hit the ground, the wind knocked out of her as the two Ulurans fought. The Larger of the two certainly had the advantage, tossing her tusks into the air before they collided once more. The girl tried to back away as she watched, confused as to why the two were fighting until a orange glow appeared in the larger’s hand, fire erupting from her palm to create a large warhammer forged in solar Light. That’s when it dawned on her.  

The other Uluran was a Guardian.  

The Guardian quickly dispatched the other soldier as his friends came running, alarmed at the sudden sounds of fighting. The girl sat frozen on the ground as she watched half the squad thunder towards them, however the Uluran was faster, scooping the girl up and holding her to her chest as the opposing Ulurans began to open fire.  

The girl screamed once more, noticing the female raise her tusks and let out a shout. “Horti! Koron!”  

A sniper shot rang out followed by a crunch as an opposing Uluran fell, followed by a metallic ringing sound as a large purple bubble appeared around them. The girl turned her head, noticing a green glad Eliksni dropping his arms as he approached the Uluran. “Shjuk? Are you hurt?”  

“It’ll take more than that to pierce my hide!” The other Guardian rumbled as the Psion slid into the Eliksni’s Ward of Dawn. “Horti, take the small human and reunite with the others. We’ll finish this squad.”  

“Are you sure?” The Psion asked, taking the small girl from his friend’s grasp.  

“Yes! Just go!” Shjuk bellowed, turning to the Eliksni guardian. “I’m ready when you are my friend.”  

Koron grinned under his rebreather. “Then let’s not keep them waiting, Shjuk!”  

Shjuk.  

“Shjuk!” 

The Guardian jumped, a spoon hitting the pot with a clatter as she shook herself awake. Horti fidgeted at the side of the fire as Greenhorn approached, a small girl giggling and riding his shoulder. The younger soldier raised his brow at his companion. “Were you sleeping?”  

“I may have fallen asleep while making my dinner.” she nodded with a yawn. “Luckily it won’t burn. What can I help with?”  

“This small one wanted to give you something, a token of gratitude for your bravery.” Greenhorn crouched, lifting the girl off his shoulder.  

“You talk funny.” The girl exclaimed with a giggle, holding a paper in her hand. Greenhorn gave her a puzzled look before Horti let out a laugh and took over. 

“His English isn’t quite as good as ours yet, young one.” The Psion nodded to Shjuk. “Go on.”  

Shjuk reached out for the pot, stirring it for a moment before she turned her attention towards the small girl. I was the same girl she had saved earlier that day, now full of courage and determination. It was interesting how fast humans could compose themselves, especially the little ones. They could be fearless and rather blunt, but Shjuk could respect that. “What did you wish to speak about, little one?”  

“I wanted to give you this, as a thanks for saving me.” The redheaded child slowly approached, handing the paper to the hulking behemoth before her. She seemed fearless, but kept her distance as she eyed the resting beast beside Shjuk’s foot. Shjuk glanced down as Kekbec sneezed, shaking his head as he looked around, eyes locking with the small girl.  

“He will not bite, he has learned that the Humans are our friends. He can no longer fight.” Shjuk reached down to pet the Warbeast as she looked at the paper. “Forgive me, I'm not aware of this uh... human custom. Is this a drawing?”  

“Yeah! It's me, you, the Psion and that Fallen guy. Mama always said that Guardians were good guys, and I didn’t know that Cabal and Fallen could be Guardians.” The girl said proudly as Kekbec stood up, edging around the fire to seek pets from Horti.  

“Uluran, we are Uluran.” Shjuk corrected as she watched Kecbec. He sniffed in the Girl’s direction, giving her a friendly growl as he bowed his upper half, asking to play. “And Fallen is such an ugly name for the noble Eliksni race... Though Koron and I are the first of our kind to become Guardians.” 

“Are you sure he won’t bite?” The girl asked nervously as the Warbeast lowered himself, rolling on the ground.  

“Warbeasts are like your dogs. See how he begs for your attention? He will not bite.” Shjuk encouraged as the girl hesitated. She watched as the girl slowly reached out, petting his scaled hide while Keckbec letting out a whine, relaxing as small hands rubbed his belly. “See? He grows lazy in his retirement, but he deserves it.”  

“What happened?” The girl asked, turning her head and freezing as a loud Eliksni growl rang out. Shjuk raised her head, watching Koron argue with two Eliksni his height. Kirkais stood between the two sides as Koron continued to yell. Shjuk knew just enough Eliksni to know that the two had wronged him at some point, and he was furious. Shjuk wasn’t above letting others settle their disputes, but with the fearful refugees, the scene was making tensions rise once more. That she couldn’t allow.  

“Koron!” she yelled, making everyone jump. The Young Captain’s head snapped around as the Centurion waved him over. “Come away from your argument and join us. We’d enjoy your company this evening!”  

Koron stared back at the two Eliksni before hissing at them and stalking away. Shjuk shook her head and reached for some bowls, watching people slowly withdraw and find something better to do. Koron sat on an old piece of timber as he drew near, his arms crossed. “They shouldn’t be here!” 

“Who’s they?” Greenhorn asked as Shjuk passed out the bowls.  

“My older brother and sister. They joined House Salvation and were loyal to Eramis before Lasha and I were found by Tidalkel. Now they seek to live amongst House Light, claiming they fled.” Koron scoffed, not noticing Horti dump the bowl into the taller Guardian’s lap. “And yet my eldest brother called them on coms, urging them to return or to report what they have seen thus far. They are not trustworthy.”  

“Allow them time, they may be able to redeem themselves.” Horti suggested, before turning to the young girl. “Have you eaten recently?”  

The girl shook her head. “Not since noon.” 

“Then you are welcome to eat with us little one. Shjuk is a great cook... What have you made my friend?” Greenhorn paused, watching Shjuk start to spoon something out of the pot and into a bowl.  

“Humans call it stew, though I’ve used meat from our livestock and human vegetation. I’m surprised how well they go together.” Shjuk shrugged, as she looked at the girl who licked her lips. “I shall find a smaller bowl for you. What are you called?”  

“Jessica, but mama and papa called me Jessie.” The girl answered, taking a seat on a tree stump beside Shjuk.  

“Well then Jessie, tonight you will dine with Two Guardians and two of the finest fireteam members a Guardian could ask for.” Koron offered, lowering his own rebreather and noticing Niik power walking towards them. “Oh and my mate... if she isn’t here to scold me for my outburst.”  

“I’d pay to see that.” Greenhorn chuckled as Shjuk pulled a small human sized bowl out of a crate. Koron glared at the Legionary. “I can speak Ulurant you know.” 

“Have fun with your mate.” The Legionary snickered as the Centurion and the Psion rolled their eyes.  

“Ignore him, he is young and bold. He will learn in time.” Shjuk handed the smaller bowl and a spoon to the girl, tucking the drawing into her armor. “I thank you for the drawing. You are skilled.”  

“I wanted to be an artist when I grew up. Now I don’t know.” Jessie looked down into the bowl, sniffing the stew and licking her lips. “How come you have tusks like an elephant?”  

The innocent comment made Horti double over in laughter. Greenhorn snorted, keeping an eye on the two Eliksni who had begun to chat. Niik was indeed a little irate but she seemed understanding. Shjuk ignored them all, focusing on the child next to her. “Uluran females grow tusks. We protect our mates as our pups grow in their brooding pouches. Many cut off our tusks and file them down to fit in our helmets, where others modify our helmets so we can bear our tusks.”  

“Oh, so they can grow back?” The girl asked, taking a spoonful of the stew. It was as good as it smelled.  

“Yes, they will.” Shjuk nodded as Koron got up to retrieve another bowl, giving his bowl and his seat to his mate. The Uluran nodded to Niik as she began to ladle up her own dinner. “How are the hatchlings?”  

“Energetic, fearless, and strong, just like their father.” Niik looked at her mate endearingly. “They couldn’t have a better parent.”  

“They have you.” Koron shrugged, standing up with a bowl in his claws. 

“Wait, where am I going to go?” Jessie asked, as the thought crossed her mind. “Mama and papa are dead.”  

The group fell silent for a moment before Koron spoke up. “If you have no family left, you will be taken to the Last City and a family should take you in. You will be kept safe.”  

“And when you are old enough, maybe you would be taught to defend yourself.” Shjuk beamed, pressing a fist to her chest. “Maybe even I could teach you.”  

“Really?” Jessie asked, eyes wide with excitement.  

“Oh boy...  That can’t end well.” Horti whispered as the others nodded in silent agreement, however amusing the mental image was.    

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“Oh shit!”  

Amanda hit the ground on her front as shots whizzed overhead. Scrambling to her feet, she rotated behind cover, checking the ammo in her Phyllotactic Spiral. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, her throat feeling thick, taking panting breaths as the chaos reigned around her. She gulped and looked around the corner watching the flashes from muzzles as the huge red being paced around with what looked like a scythe or Warhammer. 

Nezerac, yet another disciple of the Witness and the one who led the attack on Earth during the collapse.  

She had heard the name many times before, a name that had never been attached to a being or a form until now. Tidal had recognised the disciple and he had in turn recognised the Titan. It had led to him focusing hard on her, something that was beneficial as the others worked to clear the ads and to fortify their defenses.  

As much as she hated it, their defenses used both the Light and the Dark and were crucial to their survival, especially for herself and Horti who were Lightless. Horti at least had his Psionic powers as well as Strand and Stasis, but her? She lacked both.  

It was something that Shjuk had given her credit for, saying that she must have had an impressive amount of tusk to walk into battle with just her armor, her shotgun and her wits. She was quickly informed that having “tusk” was the Uluran equivalent of having the spine, guts, or balls to do something. She’d take the compliment.  

However, Zavala and Ikora had been less than pleased to join the live feeds to see her partaking in the raid. She had them muted on coms, but she could only imagine what they were saying, or thinking.  

“Horti buddy! You holding up?” Amanda called, looking across the battlefield. 

“I’m managing. Stay low.” The Psion warned as Crow leapt in behind her, slamming a solar knife into the ground to heal her.  

“I owe you one.” Amanda looked behind her as Crow crouched behind cover, his bloodied knuckles popping back into place as he hissed in pain. 

“Stay sharp, Nezerac is no pushover. He’s stronger than Rhulk. He may be slower, but he packs a hell of a punch.” Crow’s Halfringud stared into the eyes of her Celestial Nighthawk. “You need any ammo?” 

“I’m good, I’m starting to have second thoughts about coming though. This is a lot more intense than I thought it’d be.” Amanda admitted aiming down her sights to take out a Legionary. 

“Perhaps you should have thought of that before joining your Fireteam. Let this be a lesson to you.” Saladin’s voice growled down the coms. “Unmute Zavala and Ikora on your coms Amanda.”  

“I’m trying to stay alive and listen to my Fireteam Saladin. I don’t need them naggin’ me or backseat driving.” Amanda shot back at the Iron lord. Crow’s snort didn’t go unnoticed. “Heard enough of it growing up and over the last few years.” 

“Over the last few years?” Callista asked, setting up yet another well of Light. “Here!” 

“Yeah something about Sparrow Racin’. Long story.” Amanda chuckled, running hot on Crow’s heels as Nezerac prepared to let out a blast of Light. 

“Was this because you were led away in cuffs a few months ago for street racing?” Koron asked, humor in his voice as he slid into the well.  

“You were what!?” Zavala’s voice came through the coms again as the fireteam began to laugh, Tidal hauling ass to the well just avoiding getting wiped. 

“It was nothing serious! They couldn’t prove it was me so they agreed to let me go with a warning.” Amanda groaned as she shot a dirty look at the Eliksni. “Remind me to yell at Niik if I survive this.”  

“You looked so annoyed when the officer showed up.” Tidal chuckled as they scattered once more. “Anyway, clear coms folks... Hey chucklefuck!” 

“She fights with fervor and with courage, though a bit brash...” Shjuk observed, lobbing a solar grenade into the distance with a chuckle. “But she finds the best fights, and the biggest enemies.”  

“Incoming!”  

Amanda looked up with Shjuk and before any of them could reposition, Nezerac leapt in front of them swinging his weapon. Shjuk backpedaled, getting side swept and flung away. Amanda on the other hand ducked under the weapon, watching it sail over her head as the updraft caught her cloak and made it ripple. Nezerac looked down at her, all 8 of his eyes unblinking as he chuckled darkly, the bass of his voice reverberating in her core. 

“What bravery to face me without the Light or Dark. You are much like the humans of old. Cowering in the dirt like vermin, clinging to life while to die in vain.” Nezerac purred, stomping closer to her as the Guardians cried out. 

“I may not be a Guardian, but I know how to survive.” Amanda snarled, pulling out Chaperone and aiming at his inner thigh. “I survived House Winter, the Devils... I survived a lot of shit. Guardian or not, we’ll all fight hell you push back the Darkness. I ain’t afraid of you.”  

“No, but that little bitch of yours is.” He raised the weapon over his head as Tidal dove forward. Amanda fired, letting her wife drag her to safety just before his weapon came down. The being roared, as Amanda clung to her wife. Tidal growled at the disciple letting go of her wife as she placed herself between the two. 

“Get away from her.” Tidal snarled, staring up at the figure who laughed loudly, his belly bouncing as he did.  

“You do not frighten me you little wretch. Oh, how I’ve waited to face you one more, and now.... Now you have everything to lose again, and oh how you fear that.”  

“I’ve never been stronger.” Tidal’s voice deepened into a low rumble as Nezerac pulled his bladed weapon out of the ground. 

“Then let’s test that claim.” Nezerac taunted, striking at her and Amanda. The women leapt aside as the rest of the fireteam opened fire on Nezerac’s back. The God of Pain turned with a bellow as Shjuk revved up Heir Apparent, opening fire as Horti used Xenophage to launch round after round into him. Crow looked across the field as she drew his attention, his own machine gun wearing him down.  

“Tidal, we need you to Thundercrash, maybe use some pulse nades. Can you do that?” Crow asked, noting Amanda pulling out a borrowed Retrofit Escapade before his gaze flicked back to the towering behemoth looming over the fireteam. 

“Say less!” Tidal chuckled, as a roll of thunder echoed across the platform before she leapt into the air, Arc snapping and popping around her as she launched herself into Nezerac. As she bounced backwards, she threw a pulse grenade, temporarily blinding him as she pulled out her Recurrent Impact. 

“NOW! MELT HIM!”  

The symphony of Machine guns and Sweet business rang out, growing into a deafening noise as the group battled on, determined to defeat the red menace. Round after round was fired into the alien, all focused on their task. Amanda gave a sidelong glance at her wife, watching the butt of the machinegun’s stock bounce against the furred pauldron of her wife. Something about seeing her wife in battle, was awe inspiring, and standing next to her? 

Amanda felt herself filled with an indescribable feeling. Excitement maybe? Admiration? Appreciation? Pride? A mix of them all? Amanda didn’t know, but she did know that whatever that feeling was, it was good. It was inspiring and she wanted more of it.  

She turned her eyes back to the god who was now suffering and glowing brightly as he roared in a mix of rage and pain. If the Guardians could do it, then so could she. This was her Fireteam, her family and she’d fight alongside them do or die, till the end. 

Eventually there was a loud boom as Nezerac yelled out, sections of his skin turning black as his limbs twisted and shaped themselves into a tree-like structure. The echoing booms eventually died down, the air thick with smoke and dust. The area was warm as barrels glowed red and the scent of hot iron and gunpowder filled their noses.  

Everything was silent for a moment before Koron began to laugh, letting out a cheer that encouraged the rest of the team to join in, hoisting their machine guns above their heads in celebration. Amanda whooped, yelling at the top of her lungs as her throat burned in protest. It was worth it.  

“Eat shit Nezquick you fuckin prick!” Tidal raised her left hand, giving the disciple a one finger salute. “WE WON. YOU LOST TO THE GOLDEN AGE BITCH!”  

“Let her have this.” Sovereign shook his head with a laugh as Shjuk sifted through the ashes. She snorted and shook her head, holding up a small weapon in her hand. 

“I can almost never find a weapon to fit my hands...” she lamented, looking at the Warhammer that Nezzerac had held. “Grupta...”  

“May I?” Horti asked as his friend turned and handed him the weapon. “Ahhhh... This feels good. I like this shotgun.” 

“Then it’s yours. You earned it my friend.” Koron nodded as leaning against Vexcalibur. “Don’t worry my Sister in Light. We’ll find you a weapon that fits you.”  

Shjuk grunted watching Amanda jump up and grab onto Tidal. “I’d hope. At least you can use Human weapons.” 

“Perhaps we could use the Replicator in Neomuna to craft a weapon built for your hands.” The Eliksni suggested with a wink. 

“Speaking of!” Crow called out, leaping up onto a boulder, bringing the attention onto him as the Guardians were jolted out of their chatter. “Stargaritas on Nimbus. Might as well celebrate a successful raid and a job well done right?”  

“Don’t you have responsibilities?” Callista smirked under her helmet.  

“The report sure, but I have the evening free... or I could ask some friends to meet us at Neomuna with the Rook. But as a Fireteam member and the future Hunter Vanguard, it’s also my responsibility to help you celebrate.” Crow’s grin was hard to miss, even with his helmet on. 

“Future Hunter... Tidal I’m blaming you for that one!” Sovereign cried out pointing an accusatory finger at the Clan leader who laughed.  

“I don’t see you stepping up for the position, Sovereign.” Crow countered as the other Hunter sputtered. “That’s what I thought.” 

“Y’all are nuts and that’s why I love ya.” Amanda laughed, taking in the sight of her fireteam before Glint appeared and requested a photo. No one was going to deny the Ghost, the scenery was beautiful and the complete fireteam was a rarity to behold especially with an operation.  

It just made sense.

-/-

“What’s the matter, you don’t like heights?”

Amanda leaned back from the edge and looked up over her shoulder. Nimbus leaned back on their Skyboard, watching carefully. Amanda threw her arms out behind her, supporting herself as she relaxed. “It’s not that. I’m a Pilot, so I’m used to heights... Just that this place is... Hoo it’s something else.”

“Different than the Last City?” 

“Very. ‘S not as bright or colorful for starters. Wouldn’t you guys know that though if y’all watched us for generations?” Amanda asked curiously.

“Cloud Striders weren’t really the ones who watched that stuff... But if I could sneak away some time to see the city for myself... Well let’s just say I'd have to be cautious.” Nimbus shrugged. “I mean, who knows what I'd pick up or see in there.” 

“Pick up?” Amanda raised a brow. “You thinkin’ you’d get sick?” 

“Not me per say, my augments and enhancements should keep me safe... But your wife told me that a lot of old diseases and even new ones are still floating around on Earth. Guardians can be healed by Ghosts but folks like you can’t, so I’d want to be careful not to bring anything back.” Nimbus shrugged. 

“And yet you went to the Black Garden.” 

“Ok that’s different.”

“Not really.” Amanda pointed out. “The Vex may roam that place, but I heard from Guardians and from Crow that some really nasty stuff lives in there. Doesn’t really sound like a place I’d want to visit.” 

“Oh-ho really?! You just fought Nezerac and went inside a Pyramid ship.” Nimbus countered with a laugh. “Doesn’t really seem like a place where a Terrian would explore... If they weren’t a Guardian I mean.”

“Hey, some of us fight alongside the Guardians, but in that case... I shouldn’t have gone on the ground, but Horti was allowed, so...” Amanda trailed off as soft footsteps approached them from behind. Amanda turned, raising a brow as Osiris approached, cracking his back. “See, bein’ hunched over all the time isn’t good for you. I should know.”

“You’re still young Mrs. Holiday. Though I may begin to age once more without my Light, I’m still more fit than you’d be led to believe.” The Warlock shot her a disapproving look. 

“You’re still no spring chicken.” Amanda winked as Osiris’s gaze hardened as Nimbus chuckled. 

“Excuse me?” Osiris warned. 

“I mean there’s a reason why you, Saint and Saladin are all called ‘grandpa’ in some circles. You’d fit it best, being so wise and all.” Amanda continued with a grin. “Though some call you specifically  the Egyptian Grandpa’-”

“Where’s Tidal?” Osiris cut off the giggling shipwright. A shadow loomed over him for a moment before he turned to face the offending Titan. “Ah!” 

“Whistle and I’ll come. I believe that’s the expression anyway.” Tidal smirked, heading over to her wife and sitting next to her. “Why what’s up?” 

Osiris stood stunned for a moment while Nimbus looked back and forth between the Warlock and Titan, as if figuring something out. “I had been wondering where you were. I wished to show you a new breakthrough I had with Strand, and I had hoped that you’d help me teach some Guardians who came to learn Strand.”

“I would but I have a lot on my plate right now.” Tidal admitted as she looked back at Osiris. “We’re working in the EDZ, picking away at things here, I’m working on Project Timelost AND I have other duties with the Imperial Legion. That and I need to make time to spend with my wife between all that and regular training.” 

“Project Timelost?” Amanda asked, only tearing the term only a handful of times before. “Wait, Timelost as in the same Timelost as Sovereign’s Fatebringer?” 

“Yeah, his Godroll.” Tidal nodded, beaming with pride. “Well Project Timelost is something I’ve been working on for a year now. I’m hoping to give people a chance to see things that happened in the past, maybe even turn those areas into simulated Arenas for Crucible. If not for Rasputin Ana, Elsie and Cameron, the Psions, The Eliksni and now the Neomuni, I wouldn’t have gotten this far. It’s almost ready.”

“Wait, a simulation of the past? How?” Amanda asked, raising a brow curiously as she watched Tidal tap her temple with a finger. “Wait, you can turn your memories into a simulation?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying.” Tidal nodded. “I’m working on finishing a prototype now, but once it’s finished, I want you to be the first person I show it to. Trust me, I think you'd have a field day with it. It should be intractable too if we set things up right.”

 “I must admit, your wife’s project is equal parts ambitious, and impressive.” Osiris stroked his beard with a soft smile. “If it works, it would be a leap in technology, for both the Neomuni and for the City.”

“I’m really just the one who had the idea and am supplying the data Osiris. It’s the Psions and Eliksni who are doing the rest, and the Neomuni who are now hosting it and refining what we’ve gotten done.” Tidal ducked her head sheepishly, averting her gaze to her fireteam below, watching them playing with Strand and sparring. “I’ll explain more if it works. Just be patient.” 

“Fine...” Amanda hugged her knees to her chest, watching the Flashes of green below her. “I get chills just seein’ you guys use that stuff.” 

“It’s not that bad.” Tidal shrugged. 

“Still feels like it goes against everything the Traveler stood for.” Amanda shook her head. Osiris hummed behind them.

“The Light and the Dark are merely tools, both representing 2 sides of the same coin, and representing both the physical and the intangible respectfully. We still don’t fully understand the Traveler, but it seems not offended by our usage of the Darkness.” Osiris explained motioning to Chaperone. 

“Think of it this way, The Light and Dark are no different than your shotgun. You could use it to inflict pain and cruelty onto others, or you can use it to protect those who can’t protect themselves. It is simply a tool, and its moral alignment is dependent on how you choose to wield it.”

Amanda swung the shotgun into her lap, looking it over as her mother’s words came back to her. “It’s for protectin’ not killin’.”

“Now apply the same logic to Stasis and Strand. Consider the cruelty the Warlords inflicted during the Dark age.” Tidal added, raising her head as she held out a hand, multicolored energy gently cycling in her palm. “Power corrupts, the trick is to stick to YOUR morals and balance its usage with the situation. Ever notice that the only Guardians who become corrupted are those who get drunk on power and don’t reign themselves in, or use that power to fulfill their darkest desires?”

“If I didn’t know you so well, I’d say you’ve been hanging out with Osiris and Saladin for too long.” 

The group laughed. “I thought you once said that I looked like a deep thinker.” 

“You are. I’m not denying that.” Amanda shook her head with a snort. “Y’all may have a point but... I’m not ready to try it yet.  It just doesn’t sit well with me.” 

“And we can’t force you.” Tidal shook her head, reaching out to pull her wife closer. “If you two don’t need anything, I’m going to take Amanda here on a little expedition. The City looks nice at night.” 

“Oh, you need to try the Thrillodome. Bet you two could use some time to blow off some steam, maybe lose a few hours playing some of the Arcade games.” Nimbus suggested with a wink. Tide chuckled, Numbus was such a wingperson, suggesting an interesting idea for a spontaneous date night. 

“I could bring some drinks if we wanted something a little fun.” Tidal winked at her wife. “My skills may be severely out of practice, but maybe I can win a few games.”

Amanda turned to her wife, her eyes bearing a challenging look. “Girl you’re so on.” 

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I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met 

The Night we met- Lord Huron  

“I warned you....”  

Misraaks groaned, trying to stand as he glared up at the two Captains in front of him. His armor was burned, cracks and holes exposed seared Chitin and skin. He wheezed, his eyes glaring up at the other two Eliksni.  

“Eramis....” Misraaks hissed, reaching for one of his shock blades. The second Captain was faster, pulling a blade and pressing the tip of the sword to his throat.  

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The male sneered, the edge of his blade gently kissing the tender flesh of the Kell’s throat. His two eyes narrowed in a sneer. “I wouldn’t want your daughter to bear the weight of your foolish mistake-” 

“Don’t you dare speak a word about Eido.”  

“Enough Praxik!” Eramis warned, grabbing her subordinate’s wrist. “Lay down your weapon and leave him be. He’s suffered enough.”  

There was a chatter behind them as a third Eliksni joined them on the ledge, flipping over them in a flash of green and gold before turning around to face them. The Youngest Captain growled fiercely, his arms snapping and crackling with Arc energy as blue eyes narrowed into slits. “YOU!”  

“Stay your hand Koron. Eramis... saved my life.” Misraaks coughed, his chest burning.  

“What?” Koron looked from his Kell to his eldest brother and Eramis, his eyes narrowed to slits. “And why would that be, I wonder? Why would she protect you?”  

“My reasons are my own.” Eramis growled, stepping between the brothers. As much as she wanted to see them fight, she knew the Eliksni Guardian would not only protect his Kell, but would likely slaughter the two of them with ease. That wasn’t exactly on her to do list. Facing a Guardian in open combat was one thing, but an Eliksni Guardian? She didn’t think she was ready for such a challenge yet.  

“Hey!” Another voice made the Eliksni look down over the ledge. Tidal glared at the two members from House Salvation, growling loudly as she tried to make herself look bigger while Crow ran up to them, pausing as he noticed the other Eliksni next to Eramis. “The hell do you want?”  

“Misraaks doesn’t want us to fight. I think it’s a mistake, but given that Eramis also seems to be holding back my brother...”  

“Praxik always was a troublemaker.” Crow grunted as he slowly approached his sister. He was about to say something else when Delta appeared, looking around. 

“Wait, where’s Amanda?” Delta asked, wondering why the Shipwright hadn’t added her 2 cents. Misraaks’s eyes grew wide as he realized the woman had been silent. He turned reaching for his coms as he noted her absence “Amanda? Come in. Amanda? Are you there?”  

“Oh no... Traveler no...” Delta murmured breathlessly. Tidal tore her helmet off reaching for her coms.  

“Amanda? Oh please god.... Amanda! Misraaks! Where is she, where’s my wife!? Amanda come in!” Tidal yelled, jumping up onto the ledge and landing next to the Captain with a crunch.  

“The tunnel... Eramis sealed it with Stasis to... to stop the blast.” Misraaks coughed, holding his chest as Koron crouched to help him up. “Follow it, it leads to the chamber I last saw her in.”  

Tidal charged, using her shoulder to burst through the wall of Stasis, Crow hot on her heels to stop her. Eramis faltered working on something before speaking once more. “What is that word... Whyfif?” 

“A female term for a mate.” Koron growled looking at his former Kell. “Amanda is to Tidal what Athyrs was to you.” 

“Athyrs? You were mated?” Praxik asked suddenly, his two eyes flicking to the kell. It was clearly news to him. Eramis however appeared frozen in place. Chirring calls rang in her ears, a soothing scent, laughter, a head tucked under hers... an embrace that calmed her soul. A love once held so close... 

“I once considered finding your family Eramis! I was ready to help shield them from the Witness because if you think they’d EVER be safe from the Witness, you’re delusional!”  

That line, that one line had lived in Eramis’s head since she had heard it. She didn’t understand why the Guardian would want to do such a thing, especially for her but... why now? Did the young Captain have a point?  

A loud mournful cry split the air, echoing up the tunnel, catching them all by surprise. The roar confirmed their fear. Something crossed Eramis’s mind as the Titan’s words once again thundered in her ears. She pictured herself standing over Athyrs, lamenting the loss of her mate, powerless to do anything to save her, to protect her from the wrath of the Witness. She imagined the loss, her grief if anything had ever befallen her mate. 

Would she cry out like the Guardian was? 

She turned suddenly, storming away as Praxik followed after her, confused. Koron was right, and what was worse was that the Guardian had once wanted to prevent her mate from meeting the fate that her... wife had. 

And if she had acted sooner, she could have prevented it. 

Tidal’s feet pounded the compacted dirt, armor clinking together as she charged onwards. She had to make it. She had to find her wife. Amanda had survived worse before so maybe... just maybe... She kept trying her coms, hearing nothing but static. Several times, she swore she heard something in the static, like a whisper or a gasp. She couldn’t be certain, but the sound was haunting. It reminded her of the collapse, of losing people.  

No, Amanda was tough. She had cheated death before and could do it again.  

“Amanda!” Tidal called sliding around another bend as the glint of metal and the smell of smoke filled her nose. Another smell accompanied it, one she never forgot. Not during the collapse, not during the Red War... the smell of burnt flesh.  

“Amanda! Delta, start looking for her. She’s gotta be here somewhere... Amanda!” Tidal cried, eyes scanning the area as Delta appeared and began to act like a flashlight. Feet pounded after her, Crow’s panting echoing up the corridor as he caught up. “Please babe, come on where are you?”  

“Tidal!” Delta called, shining his Light to Tidal’s left. The Titan turned her head, as Crow skid to a stop, his chest heaving. “Look. Chaperone.”  

The silver of the Shotgun was tarnished, covered in soot and burned blood. It lay on its side on the ground, seemingly abandoned in the aftermath of the blast. Tidal slowly paced up to it as Glint appeared, casting a second light around the room. Crow reached the shotgun first, picking it up. “It’s dirty and could use a new strap, but it survived. But where’s Amanda?”  

“She can’t be far... she’d have to be in this direction... unless Chaperone was flung from up above...” Tidal motioned with her hand, turning around to look in the opposite direction, trying to find the direction it came from. The Ghosts turned, their Light casting eerie shadows on the wall, along with something low to the ground, its shadow projected on the wall. Crow realized the shadow almost immediately.  

“Tidal wait!” He warned as Tidal ran in that direction. “Stop!”  

“Please, please, please.... Amanda? Hun?” Tidal slid as Delta’s light illuminated her worst fear. “No, no nononoNoNoNONO!” 

“Tidal!” Crow slammed into her, tackling her to the floor and trying to pin her. The Titan grunted, and twisted around, shoving him off of her as she tried to get back up. Crow tried again, trying to keep here those few feet from Amanda’s still form. “Stay down!” 

“That’s my fucking wife Crow!” Tidal snarled, kicking him in the stomach and throwing him aside once more. Crow coughed, trying to catch his breath again. Tidal scrambled up into all fours, crawling the rest of the way reaching out and rolling the Shipwright onto her back to check her over. 

The loud air shattering shout echoed in the room, a strangled human cry of denial and the loud cry of a lion. Both mournful, both conveying the deep loss, the sound of something dear ripped away. The sound they had hoped not to hear.  

Crow winced, looking up. Amanda’s body lay broken, her body bearing many gashes, a few burns and the signs of multiple broken bones. It looked like she had been thrown from the room above, but if she had been alive to suffer the impact was anyone’s guess. 

He could only confirm that Amanda Holiday was dead.  

He watched as Tidal sobbed, pulling her wife’s broken body against her, cradling her gently, still clinging to some vestige of hope that her wife would open her eyes, to tell her that she was fine... but Amanda lay still, looking so...  

Well, Crow didn’t want to call it peaceful. It was anything but.  

Instead, he crouched next to Tidal, noting the deep chasm of emptiness grow as his sister’s grief bled through their link, amplifying his own. How would he handle this? How? Glint mentally nudged him. Delta was trying to talk to Tidal, but to no avail. And with Amanda now gone... Getting Tidal to listen or to act, would be a challenge.   

But he had to do it, he had no choice now.        

“Glint, we need a shroud. We.... We can’t bring Amanda out like this. She deserves better.” Crow murmured softly, getting up. “And... Send word to the Clan... and Zavala and Ikora... They need to know.” 

“On it.” Glint bobbed, watching the Titan wail, tears streaming down her cheeks. Even Delta was now speechless, trying to comfort his Guardian by nuzzling her cheek. Glint transmatted the shroud into Crow’s arms, backing off a bit to allow Crow to approach his sister. He sat next to her, balancing it on his knee. 

“Hey, we can’t stay here forever, you know that right?” Crow asked, hearing his sister whimper. A weak attempt at trying to growl. “Look, I know you’re hurt, and I know you need time with Amanda but... You can’t hold her all night. I’m... We need to bring her somewhere safe. I’ve got something we can cover her with, and... you can carry her out, ok?” 

Tidal shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut despite the tears leaking out. Crow put a hand on her shoulder, trying to think of how Amanda used to do it. “We’ll bring her to the farm ok? Get her a nice peaceful spot, give her a chance to let people pay their respects and... We can let you say your goodbyes there. Somewhere special, somewhere that meant something to you.”  

Tida’s eyes opened, looking at her brother as she turned her head. “Orbit was our special place... in Zero G...”  

“Well... We don’t have that option so... Why not the place where you two first started your relationship?” Crow asked, edging closer. “A peaceful place, somewhere where she could begin to let her soul rest. A short trip, one final flight. To the farm until we decide where to finish laying her to rest... alright? For her?”  

Tidal hesitated, looking back at Amanda’s face. A shaky hand reached up, stroking her cheek. “I could have... I should have married her sooner. She would have been happier for longer.”  

“You don’t know that.”  

“We were only married for a month!” Tidal thundered.  

“And for a month, she was happy. You... you made her happy. She died with you as her wife, happy to even get a month with you before you two were... separated in such a violent way.” Crow managed, setting down the shroud as he unfolded it slowly.  “She wouldn’t want to see you like this, especially not holding her for this long. Come on, I’ll help you get her covered up so you can carry her out, ok?” 

Tidal looked down at her wife, eyes memorizing her freckles, trying to remember her wife as best as she could, knowing it would be one of the last times she’d see her, the last time, she’d likely get to hold her close.  

Some of the last moments, she’d ever spend with her. It absolutely broke his heart to see his sister in such a way. Amanda was better at this, she had been Tidal’s rock and without her, Crow feared the toll it would take on her. She didn’t fare the best when Amanda and her were broken up... But this?  

The possibility terrified Crow. 

-/- 

“I had warned her before you know.”  

“You’re NOT helping!”  

Mara’s baby blue eyes raised to her brother’s orange-Gold eyes. Crow leaned against the edge of the barn, pulling out a flask from his belt as he scowled. Around the camp multiple Guardians paced around, far more than usual. Word had spread fast about the Shipwright’s untimely demise, and the Guardians had responded in force.  

Many now geared up to fight the shadow Legion head on, others added to the security around the perimeter, and the rest... well the rest were members of the clan. Every Guardian from the Lost Lions had shown up, something unheard of unless it was time for a clan bootcamp. 

The staggering number of Guardians grouped together and muttering in angry voices unnerved Mara as she watched. A Hunter approached, pulling away from one of the groups as he pulled off his helmet. The Queen’s teeth met her tongue in an effort to hold back a curse. OF COURSE he’d show up. 

“I heard what happened.” The Red-headed Hunter threw his hood back, brushing his topknot. “Are you alright?” 

“Ask me when it’s over.” Crow growled, taking a sip from the flask before holding it out to his friend. “I’m not the best company right now Herbert. You don’t have to be here.”  

“You’re stuck with me.” The Hunter’s blue eyes passed over Mara. “Mara...”  

“Herbert...” Mara managed, still holding back a swear. “I take it you’re here along with your clan?”  

“I’m here for Crow.” The Hunter’s chest puffed out. Instead of speaking again, he accepted the flask and watched Mara’s nose wrinkle at the alcohol. Luckily for her, Zavala and Ikora’s approach gave her an excuse to move away for a moment. “What’s our next move?”  

“We need a few days to regroup and plan our next move.” Ikora spoke, her eyes wet. “We need time to grieve Amanda’s loss.”  

“Crow will let you know when he’s ready. This operation is in his hands.” Zavala muttered softly, looking devastated. His head turned, noticing the flask being passed between both Awoken. The question lingered on his mind, but went unasked as he excused himself. Ikora however remained behind for a few moments. 

“That had better not be alcohol!” Ikora stated loudly as two pairs of eyes flicked up to look at her. 

“It is.” Mara huffed.  

“Technically we’re off duty!” Crow called back. Luckily, his friend had more sense and convinced the Hunter to put away the flask. Ikora relented, looking around and coming to a realization. “Mara, I hope you’re not planning on sharing your energy with this many Guardians, at least not all at once.” 

“Don’t presume Ikora, I theoretically could.”  

“Theoretically?”  

“I’ve never tried it, though I suspect not even my energy would last long enough.” Mara admitted. “That said, I don’t believe the Lions are here expecting to be imbued with my power. They appear to be waiting for orders.”  

“From who?” Ikora asked, watching Mara nod her head and look in the same direction. Ikora’s eyes followed her gaze, watching someone standing over a table covered in a burial shroud bearing the Guardian Crests. “From Tidal?” 

“It would seem.” Mara nodded, watching silently as Delta appeared by his Risen. She’d give anything to hear their exchange, if anything. 

My friend has joined the thousands, for her heart stopped beating today. May the Traveler bring her soul home, her heroics to empower Guardians and her deeds to give us hope in our darkest hour. May she rest in the Traveler’s embrace and look upon us while we fight in her memory.  I’m sorry Amanda, I hope you get to reunite with Cayde and your parents.  

“Are you sure about this?” Delta asked quietly as Tidal worked on Chaperone’s strap. It wasn’t worn and lacked the character of the one that had adorned it for years, but it was functional and sturdy at least. Tidal ensured it was loaded and the safety was on before laying the shotgun on top of Amanda, crossing her arms over the weapon. 

Absolutely. We have the one we won during the Tex Mechanica competition if we ever needed it but this.. This is Amanda’s personal weapon. Just like her mother and her Chaperone, it seems fitting to lay them both to rest together. Tidal’s thoughts crossed Delta’s mind.  

“I know but... Are you really sure?” Delta turned to the woman, watching Tidal pull Amanda’s dog tags out from under her shirt, laying them on top along with her wedding ring. Amanda’s scarf, goggles and her shipwright gear were in Tidal’s ship. She had wanted to bury them with Amanda and yet, didn’t want to let them go. 

Stop asking please. This is hard enough. Tidal sniffled, looking at the stars above as she pulled her own tags and ring to her lips. She was my hope, she was the love of my life, she gave me back something I never thought I’d ever get back after losing my Fiancée before the collapse. Now, I've lost it all again. Is this fate’s way of saying that I’m not meant for that kind of happiness?  

Delta had no reply to that. Tidal normally put others before herself, rarely wanting something for herself or willing to take the time even if she was justified. She never really asked for much, and normally when she did, she tried to keep her desires reasonable or even had desires that benefited others. 

The one thing she had always wanted was a group she could call family, the means to protect others, but above all, a romantic partner, an equal who loved and supported her and vice versa. To have it ripped away from her once again after finally attaining that desire... 

She seemed almost broken. 

Instead, he watched as Tidal pulled a photo from one of her pouches. It was a photo of the two of them on their wedding day, taken minutes after they returned from their space walk and interaction with the Traveler. Both were still in armor, but had removed their helmets. Delta remained puzzled for a moment before Tidal tucked the laminated photo in Amanda’s pocket, exhaling as she did.  

She’s taking a part of me to the grave. She had my heart like no other, and I know I had hers. If there is an afterlife, I don’t remember it... Or maybe that’s one memory we can’t get back. If there is one, maybe she can say hi to Cayde for us, and reunite with her parents. Tidal looked at her wife’s face again, swallowing a bit. Oh ‘Manda... I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, I’m so sorry. It’s my fault.  

“You know it’s not.”  

If I had been faster, if I had known or made plans to join her, maybe this wouldn’t have happened! Tidal’s tear stained face turned to face Delta. 

“You don’t know that! I understand that you’re hurt right now, but beating yourself up over something you have no control over isn’t going to help.” Delta snapped back, heading someone trading up the hill towards them. Both turned, watching Crow’s pace slow as he drew nearer. “Oh, hey Crow.” 

“I hope I’m not interrupting, but the rest of the clan’s here, as I’m sure you know.” Crow laid a hand on his sister’s shoulder, pulling the shroud back up over Amanda’s face. “I think they’re waiting for you to say a few words... Or for Delta to. Or even I could if you want.” 

Olive green eyes met his as Tidal nodded and turned around taking a few steps away from Amanda’s body. Crow followed, letting out a loud whistle, catching everyone’s attention. The chatter from the clan and gathered guardians fell silent, as all eyes rested on the Titan. The woman cleared her throat, shocking Delta, Crow and even Glint who thought she’d have someone relay her words.  

“Lions! This evening a blow was stuck against us. The Tower shipwright, our own clan mate... My wife, was taken from us by the Shadow Legion in a devious trap. While Lightless, she fought as hard as any of us, and took risks and even some Guardians wouldn’t take. She is an honorary Guardian, she was one of us. Not only was she part of our family, she was a Lost Lion through and through.” 

In the crowd, many nodded and made noises of agreement as Tidal continued. “I know many of you now wonder what will become of this. As of now, we’re trying to locate their base of operations and the final strike will come as soon as we’ve prepared. However, if there’s one thing I won’t stand for in this clan, it’s the open attack on one of our members. An attack on one is an attack on the entire clan all at once!”  

The shout seemed to rouse a loud response from the Clan members who clamored and yelled for justice as Tidal began to pace back and forth. Her rage began to burst forth as she started to work through her immediate emotions, allowing the response from the clan to fire her up.  

“An attack is simply that, as we defend our own without hesitation... But they took one of ours and killed her! I don’t know about you but I’m not letting that shit fly. They killed Amanda in cold blood!” Tidal shouted, pointing at the ground. “They’ve got a storm of a hundred strong bearing down on them and me? I’m out for fucking blood!” 

“I can’t force anyone to join us, I can’t stop anyone who wants to, but know this: I will gladly march and hunt down members of the Shadow Legion with any who want vengeance, with anyone who wants to correct this wrong against us!” Tidal’s voice raised further, almost shouting at the top of her lungs. “If they took Amanda, it’s only fair to take a couple of them in retaliation. We will do unto them what they have done to us, but tenfold!” 

“For Amanda!” Someone shouted, pumping a fist into the air as the crowd began to shout.  

“Let’s kill those motherfuckers dead.” Another called.  

“No mercy!” 

“LIONS. Let’s show the Witness and its forces that it’s crossed a line this time. We’re not going to take these losses laying down. If the Witness wants to piss off and get Calus’s men to do the dirty work then fine, we’ll work on clearing them out too!” Tidal raised a fist, her voice raising to a roar. “LET'S HUNT THEM DOWN!” 

The clan’s angry and defiant shouts rose high into the night sky, startling the onlookers. No one expected what was to come next, thinking it as a simple surgical strike to track down and destroy a single squad or patrol of Shadow Legion soldiers. However Guardians, Eliksni and Imperial Legion soldiers unaffiliated with the group, were filling coms and after action with reports. Hour by hour, the reports grew and increased.  

From what the leaders of the Coalition understood, the clan was on the Warpath. Any and all Shadow Legion patrols that were encountered were completely laid to waste, leaving only Lightless civilians and friendlies alive. Overgrown buildings were reduced to rubble, there was a level of carnage not seen since the Dark Age. The Shadow Legion dispatched numerous forces to deal with the Guardians, only to be met with strong resistance which only served to enrage the Clan Further. 

Then came a report that no one saw coming.  

Bright lights and the low calls of creatures in the woods. One Hunter called it in, describing something emerging slowly from the trees, partially obscured by the morning mist. The claim was backed up by a refugee who arrived at the farm hours later.  

Fireteam Leo and a few clan members were in full Light forms, terrorizing the Shadow Legion like a pack of savage beasts. The level of violence and destruction shocked many, especially Caiatl who had not expected such a violent response from her student or her clan.   

A few hours later another report came in from Neomuna, indicating that the Clan had split up, with most prowling the EDZ and a group of at least 12-15 -Fireteam Leo Included- fighting the Shadow Legion in the streets, driving them back as best as they could.  

The rampage lasted 2 full days and stopped when the Shadow Legion went into hiding for another three days, making small, scattered excursions to capture prisoners afterwards. The clan eventually went their separate ways, their anger sated for the time being. However, Fireteam Leo stayed close to the EDZ in the aftermath, ready to act when Crow found the Shadow Legion base on Earth. 

But the retaliation was far from over on either side.

Chapter Text

“Hey!” 

The vibration of someone kicking the tree trunk roused the Hunter from his thoughts. Crow looked down, biting back the urge to groan when he saw who was demanding his attention. It was a certain antagonistic shithead, of all people, who had to interrupt him from his reports.  

“How can I help. I assume it’s to hand in a report?” Crow asked, his amber eyes turning back to the Datapad. The reports were long, but the others had suggested he make a template and fill in his reports on that. It had helped and it made organizing things just that much better. Ikora and Zavala occasionally gave pointers (Saladin still nitpicked on some of his reports, the old bastard Crow mused fondly), but they seemed to appreciate the level of detail and the effort Crow put into his reports. 

They were far clearer and more useful than some of Cayde’s he had learned.  

“No actually. I was wondering where your sister was. You two are rather inseparable, especially after her wife died.” The Hunter below crossed his arms with an icy glare.  

“Yes, I recall you asked her last year where the ‘Prince of Darkness’ was, and that I was normally up her ass.” Crow snorted and spared him a look. “We have separate lives, you know.”  

“Oh do you? I usually can’t tell because of how often you two are together.”  

“With all due respect, I’m busy finalizing these reports for Ikora and Zavala. If you don’t have anything to report, you’re dismissed.”  

“You’re avoiding my question.” The elder hunter growled, giving the Hunter the evil eye. Crow lowered the Datapad, growing tired of the antagonistic antics.  

“I don’t know I’m not her babysitter. My sister is a grown woman, she can handle herself. If I had to guess, she’s probably on patrol.” Crow glared at the older Hunter. 

“For several days? I’m assuming you’ve been speaking to her then?” He huffed. 

Crow faltered. It had been several days since he had last seen or spoken to her. Tidal wasn’t one to go dark for long periods like this, at least, not without taking supplies or giving a heads up first. He knew she wasn’t on Neomuna or off-world because he could see her ship from his perch. 

The Hunter had a point, not that he’d let the blue-haired man know.  

“I’m not too concerned, she can handle herself. Even with Amanda’s passing, she’s strong. She’s likely tracking down the Shadow Legion or protecting whomever she can find. Or maybe she wants some privacy to properly work through her grief.” Crow yawned as he rubbed his eyes. It was getting late. He needed food soon, and rest. It was probably contributing to why his patience was wearing thin. “You two bicker so much, it hard to imagine why you care.”  

“And she’s your sister. I find it odd that you’re so blasé about it.”  

“Hey you!” Crow shouted at a blue haired Warlock a few feet away, watching heads turn around. “Entertain your brother for the evening please!”  

The older Hunter’s eyes widened, but deep within his eyes was something dangerous, infuriated. Crow didn’t care, he was done. He hopped down, storming away from the Farm and out towards the field as his cloak fanned out behind him. Yup, a lack of food, grief and a deep desire to sleep was definitely making him crabby. He needed a break. The report wasn’t due until tomorrow afternoon anyway, he supposed he could rest.  

It didn’t take him long to get to his sister’s ship and dress down, throwing on his favorite red pants and his Hawkmoon shirt. He didn’t care about socks, just wanting to get a quick bite to eat before he relaxed in bed. Skrank and Shimmer chased one another playfully and he watched as Glint joined them before turning around. Crow pawed through the fridge, settling on some leftover sausage and home fries from the night before. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to sate his hunger until morning.  

Something in the back of his mind was bugging him, something he couldn’t ignore now. The asshole thought he had planted the seed, but all he had done was given it a bit of water. Crow had been wondering the same for the last two days. He was starting to worry. Out of anyone, she was taking Amanda’s death the hardest.  

And yet, he couldn’t see her willing doing anything stupid over it.  

After he was done eating, Crow washed his dishes and headed up to the bunks, climbing into his and crossing his legs under him as he tried his coms, curious as to what he’d learn. It was worth a shot. “Raven to Lion, do you copy?”  

Nothing. Crow checked the coms list. It said she was on the signal, but it was weak. Odd, were her coms busted? Was she in an area with interference? “Raven to Lion, what’s your position? Tidal? Where are you? Are you receiving?”  

Still nothing, that was worrying. He thought for a moment and reached out, trying to find her through their shared link. He frowned and closed his eyes, trying again as he meditated on his Light. He couldn’t find her. When he tried to find her through their link, he felt an odd sensation. It was like a scent growing fainter and fainter before vanishing. He felt that she was alive at least, but their link was weak. It didn’t feel like she had cut him off but there was something blocking their link.  

That wasn’t good. Something moved just below him and his eyes snapped open, leaning back as he prepared to dodge. Mara inhaled sharply as she flinched at his sudden movement, startled. Both relaxed a moment later, realizing that there was no threat. Crow’s head tilted back. “I didn’t realize you were there.”  

“Without our bond, I imagine it’s disorienting.” Mara mused, sitting on the edge of an empty bunk across from his. “Were you meditating?”  

“Not quite. It’s nothing.” Crow shook his head, uncurling himself and turning his bed down. Mara watched. “You’re distracted.”  

“Mara please, don’t pretend to know me.” Crow groaned. 

“You were always poor at hiding your true feelings, and I’m far from the only person to notice.” Mara offered, crossing one leg over the other. “Your fear and worries weigh on your mind like a crushing weight.” 

“Mara...”  

“I know you don’t trust me brother, but you can confide in me.”  

“Stop it!” Crow snapped, pointing a finger at her. “You manipulated me! I haven’t forgotten what you did, not here, not in the Distributary! You wanted to use me as a tool, to have your brother back! That’s the only reason why you cared. Need I remind you that Uldren Sov is DEAD! Isn’t that what you wanted!? Your brother to become the perfect tool for you to wield, a knife to your bomb. The only thing you don’t have is my love or my desire to be at your side! Don’t pretend to know me Mara!” 

“I’m not! I don’t know you Crow, you... You’re right and I find that hard to accept.” Mara admitted, letting out an angry sigh. “When I look at you I still expect to see my brother, to hear Uldren speaking to me, to have him ready to do anything for me or to look for my approval. It is hard to see you wear his face, speak with his voice and to remind myself that you are not Uldren. I look for the brother I remember, not the man he truly was.”  

“So you do remember that time.” Crow growled, his eyes narrowed.  

“Yes, and in realizing that I'd never get Uldren back and how I caged him, I remembered what you had been forced to sacrifice. I realized that it wasn’t the Traveler who had twisted you, but myself. I wanted you twisted into a caricature, it was the Traveler who restored who you were. It was Spider who had clipped your wings in this life but Glint and your sister who encouraged you to be who you really were all along, and for that, I feel shame.” 

“Now you do?” Crow raised a brow and crossed his arms, looking skeptical. Mara’s shoulders sagged and she stood, crossing the narrow floor to rest her arms and chin on the edge of his bunk.  

“I wanted Uldren back yes, and I was hurt to know that you were ignoring me and I was wrong to want that... I was upset at Tidal, thinking she turned you against me, but in fact... She brought out the best in you, something I failed to do.” Mara’s gaze lowered in shame. “I was jealous of how happy she made you, how... at ease you seemed. I didn’t realize what I had done or how it had changed you. It made me realize that I missed who you really were.”  

“What’s the point of this conversation?” Crows face softened slightly, his brow raised. He was curious, but cautious. He didn't want to be manipulated again, especially not by Mara. Mara knew that though, not that he cared at this point.  

“An apology is long overdue from me. I want to make amends, if you’d let me. I understand if you wish to keep me at arms length. I... If you'd allow me the chance, I’d like to get to know you as Crow. You may be my brother biologically, and you may carry many of his traits, but I recognize that no such bond exists, so I’m but a stranger to you.” Mara’s gaze shifted up to him. “You are justified in rejecting my attempts however and if that’s what you wish, I will respect it.”         

“I’ll believe that when I see it.” Crow huffed.  

“I’ve been learning from Tidal. I understand now why you two have grown so close. I wish we had grown up with another sibling when we were children. She’s a wonderful woman and it’s a shame I never made the effort to learn more about her sooner. She’s also loyal to you.”  

 “What do you mean?”  

“I heard rumors and whisperings of a child in your care, one who you call the ‘Little Rook’. She’s extremely evasive on the subject and refuses to confirm or deny anything I ask about on the subject.” Mara smiled fondly. “As talkative as Guardians are, she can see past any ruse to find out more. I can only assume you’ve taken a child into your...care...?” 

Crow had suddenly turned pale, his grey-blue skin turning ash white as dread seized him. Mara searched his eyes, noting the horror that she was onto him, and she could feel his heart racing, though she was locked out of his mind. What did he have to be afraid of? Why would he need to hide any children in his care? What could be so wrong about her knowing if he had a child? 

“There’s no need to look so scared Crow. I was simply asking who he was.” 

“Leave him out of this.” Crow mumbled quickly, sounding terrified. 

“I will not hurt him.”  

“I don’t care, leave MY son out of this.” 

Mara looked at him puzzled. Why had he put emphasis on the child being his specifically? Why was he afraid? A thought occurred to her as her eyes lit up. Wait... That meant... “I thought Guardians couldn’t have children.” 

“We’re not supposed to, but it’s happened twice as far as we know.” 

“But then... Who’s the mother?” Mara asked, watching Crow panic as he turned as white as a sheet. “It’s someone I know isn’t it?”  

“Glint, I’m turning in for the night.” Crow stammered, laying down and pulling the sheets over him. 

“Why are you so evasive tonight?” 

“I’m not talking about this Mara. I need to focus on getting a hold of Tidal tomorrow.” Crow gulped trying to calm himself as he swore internally. “Good night.” 

Mara huffed rolling her eyes as she prepared for bed herself. Why was Crow so worried? Why didn’t he want her to find out? Why was he keeping him a secret? Clearly he feared Mara having access to the boy, likely due to her past behavior which she supposed was fair. But his actions indicated that she knew the mother. She wracked her mind, trying to figure out who it could be.  

However just as she began to drift off, something came to her. She knew who had given birth within the last year, seen the children and none looked like her brother, not even a little bit. However there was one child she had never met, a child who had died and been buried before she even learned of the child’s birth. A boy.  

Mara’s eyes snapped open as she made the connection. “Petra!? Your son’s mother is Petra, am I correct? Her son didn’t die, she sent him to you to keep him safe from me.”  

Crow didn’t respond. Mara shook her head, knowing she wouldn't get anywhere, not on that topic anyway. Instead she changed gears. “If you can tell the Guardians not to leave on any operations tomorrow, I’d appreciate it. I’m going to look for Tidal.” 

That got a reaction. Crow rolled over, glaring down at her. “Why?”  

“Because I enjoy her company and I'm concerned. She may be capable, yes, but her grief could be her undoing. If you won’t then I will.”  

“I’ll look for her if I can’t get in contact with her.” 

“Then I’ll join you when you leave.”  

“You absolutely will not!” Crow argued. “You’re not coming with me. That isn’t happening!”  

Unfortunately for him, it was exactly what happened the next day.   

“Still nothing from anyone?” Crow sipped his tea, warming his hands over the sides of the thermos. 

“Nothing. We’re even having trouble finding any recent pings from her coms now.” Sovereign whispered into his coms, keeping an eye on the Farm. “You’re in the rough area of the last clear ping from her coms, but after that, we may lose contact with you. I mean, this reminds me of when we sealed Savathun away, how we couldn’t reach or find her.”  

“Hmm... I don’t want to admit it but this is bothering me.” Crow drummed his fingers on the aluminum siding stepping over a fallen tree limb. “I know grief can drive people to some extremes but... It’s like our bond is being suppressed by something.” 

“That’s not normal and is worth investigating.” Callista pointed out as she sipped her coffee. “If a bond is suppressed and it’s not one person or another doing so intentionally then it’s suspect.”  

“You’re not the only one to point that out. Petra, Jol and our Stag all said the same. Something’s not right.” Crow swirled his thermos, watching the green tea slosh around at the bottom. “Think you can keep an eye on things while I’m gone? I’ll do some recon and see if I can pinpoint where she went.” 

“We can try.” Sovereign nodded. “Things have been somewhat quiet since our rampage. Only an attack here and there.”  

“I think we may have scared them... that or they’re up to something.”  

“Well keep me up to date. I have field work to do today.” Crow downed the rest of his tea, screwing the cap back on. “I’ll keep you all posted.”  

“Happy hunting.” Sovereign called before he could cut coms. Crow groaned, hopping into a path worn by the hooves of deer. “Fine, let me know if she makes another appearance. Crow out.”  

“You don't seem happy.” Glint whispered from Crow’s hood as the coms dropped. 

“Between Amanda being killed, my sister missing and now Mara learning about you know who, tensions are high.” Crow nodded, stowing away the empty thermos. “No word from Delta?” 

“Nothing. I don’t like this Crow.” Glint whispered as a branch snapped to their right. Crow turned, gun in hand as Mara froze. “Sorry Mara!”  

Mara let out a soft breath as she hopped onto the same trail as Crow, sticking next to him as they snuck up the path. “I have yet to find her trail on my own. Would she normally go this far off the path?”  

“Not normally no... But then again, she has a poor sense of direction when she’s on the ground.” Crow’s eyes darted away. “Long story but it’s not important.”  

“Then you agree that it’s possible that she wandered off?” 

“Delta would have gotten her back on track if that had happened. No, it’s more likely that she ran into trouble.” Crow’s eyes scanned the ground behind his helmet. “I hope I’m wrong though.”  

“I have a feeling you’re unfortunately right, you always had that annoying habit.” Mara nodded, listening to the lively woods around them.    

“Tidal going dark is one thing, but Delta too?” Crow bit his lip. “What is going on? It's been four days.” 

The twins fell silent as they searched, the sun moving higher and higher overhead as the day progressed.  Around mid afternoon, Crow made a motion, making Mara freeze as they looked around. There was a small clearing around a dried patch of muck. The ground had been churned up by something large, and upon closer inspection, Crow was able to identify the footprints.  

Countless Uluran footprints had pounded the ground flat, accompanied by smaller humanoid footprints. They were fairly old, as were the signs of the conflict. Crow checked the signal strength on his coms. Weak but he could possibly raise someone on coms if he needed. 

But then something caught his attention.  

Even smaller humanoid footprints, along with the two toed profile of an Eliksni adolescent. They were on top of the other footprints, but not quite as deep, indicating they had passed through a little while after the scuffle. But why? 

“So she fought the Shadow Legion...” Mara mused, looking over the signs of battle before pausing out towards the outer parameter. “Looks like something was dropped over here.. Then was dragged up at an angle.” 

“Someone showed up after all this, maybe they heard or saw where she went...” Crow murmured, giving pause as he followed the youth’s footprints. “Or rather where she was taken.” 

“What makes you think that?” Mara asked, turning around. Crow crouched his hand hovering above the ground. Mara approached at an angle, looking closer at the ground. Something had been drug across the ground, but what she couldn’t determine. When she rejoined Crow’s side however, she could see the imprint Crow was studying.  

The imprint of a rifle. However, the rifle was missing, and the footprints of the youths seemed to approach it and move away for some reason. The Titan’s footprints were nowhere to be seen. Crow’s theory made a lot more sense. 

“We need to find her and fast.” Crow looked to Mara. Mara nodded, getting an odd feeling up her spine. “Do you feel that?”  

“We’re not alone.” Crow nodded, springing to his feet and pulling out DMT. The rifle clicked as Crow aimed as a moss covered stone just up the hill, the movement behind it making Crow’s eyes narrow. “We know you’re there! Come out with your hands up!” 

“Yo don’t shoot man!” A crackly voice shouted, two hands shooting up from behind the rock. A moment later, two pairs of Eliksni hands appeared as well. “Our bad!” 

Crow’s rifle lowered a bit. “Step out from behind the rock, slowly.” 

“You needn’t be so harsh.” Mara chided. 

“There’s still plenty of Guardian killers out there Mara.” Crow spat, lowering his rifle a bit more as the youths revealed themselves. The youth had tan colored skin, his face and clothes streaked with dirt and debris. The Eliksni youth next to him wasn’t much taller than him and looked utterly terrified. “Get down here, we want to talk.” 

“We won’t hurt you, we wish to ask you about what happened here.” Mara gestured behind her. “If you know that is.”  

The Eliksni hesitated and slowly edged out from behind cover, pointing at something hidden behind the rock. The other youth put one hand down, pulling a blue pearlescent pulse rifle with him, Crow’s eyes widened. He hated being right. “I’ll need that gun back.” 

The youth paused. “Like fuck man! I found it after those Space Rhinos and the Guardian left. Besides, I need something to defend us with.” 

“Your friend there has a gun. I can see the shock Pistol from here!” 

“He’s not that good with it, and one gun to protect a whole group? I don’t like those odds.”  

“I’m plenty fine with it.” The Eliksni grunted in his mother tongue.  

“You know I don’t understand a word you’re saying man.” The Youth turned his head towards the Eliksni. 

“Fuck you.” The Eliksni fumbled his words. 

“Velask friend. You seem more agreeable.” Crow lowered his rifle a touch more, waving at the adolescent. “I don’t suppose you two saw what happened?”  

“Oh good, someone who understands Fallen.” The tan youth rolled his eyes.  

“Eliksni.” Mara corrected. “We’re searching for his sister, we lost contact with her several days ago and you bear her gun. Surely you’ve seen her. Tall, blue and black armor with furred pauldrons and fur on her chest piece that flares out like a Lion’s mane. A helmet that looks feline-” 

“Almost like a tiger or a lion? Yeah I saw her. We were hidden way up on that hill there.” The Youth shrugged, unimpressed. He watched for a moment as his friend and Crow spoke. “A Guardian who got her ass kicked.”  

“That brave one saved our lives Madtaias!” The Eliksni barked at his friend in very slow and broken English.  

“You understand English, Yarnnix?” Crow asked in Eliksni, watching the male fidget with his claws.  

“Mostly, I struggle to speak it.” Yarnnix nodded, looking at the other boy, as an auto rifle appeared in Crow’s hand.  

“I didn’t catch what our friend said.” Mara admitted as Crow’s helmeted face turned towards her. Neither sibling had known much Eliksni, even after many years of co-existing with the House of Wolves, though Uldren had learned a bit more than Mara had. Luckily however, Crow’s time with the Eliksni had made him fluent in the language, as fluent as a non-Eliksni could be.  

“Sha’ir used to mean “Light Thief”, however with the alliance between House Light and the Last City and the birth of Eliksni Guardians, Sha’ir’s meaning has been changing to mean ‘Brave one’.” Crow explained. “He’s talking about Tidal.” 

“Brave or stupid.” Matthias rolled his eyes. “This Titan ran in and started taking out a group of Cabal in gold and purple, trying to get to this group of people they were escorting. Next thing we know they threw these things off their backs and she just kind of... fell to the ground and got the shit kicked out of her.”  

“Wait, back up!” Crow held a hand up, nodding to Glint to translate his words to Yarnnix. “You said they threw something off their backs and it made her fall to the ground?”  

“She was flying through the air, covered in Arc and when they threw down these big shiny blocks, it sent out these weird pulses and she fell out of the sky.” Yarnnix explained with a hum, pointing off in a direction. “She tried to get up and I saw her start to glow green, but the Cabal were on top of her before she could fight back. They dragged her off that way.” 

“Glowing green?” Mara raised a brow and looked to Crow. Crow held up his hands, green strings forming between them like a cat’s cradle. The Eliksni looked shocked but pointed at it with a hum of his own. “I suppose that’s Strand.” 

“It is. That must have been Light suppressing tech, the same tech they used on Neptune. This starts to explain things...” Crow hummed holding out the Auto rifle to Matthias. “I’m going to send out a call if it can get through, I’ll have some friends come and help you and your group but until then, I’ll trade you this rifle for my sisters.” 

The Youth hesitated, turning over Piece of Mind in his hands. Yarnnix hissed and snatched it, handing it to Crow before his friend could refuse. “We are a group of young, hatchlings and small humans. Madtaias and I are the oldest. Any help is welcome.”  

Crow smirked and handed the Auto Rifle over as Glint appeared. “Good, I’ll see if my Ghost can boost the signal. Now you said the Shadow Legion went in what direction?” 

-/- 

Mara peaked over one of the consoles, looking down into the room below. Scores of cells sat scattered around the room as the Shadow Legion soldiers patrolled the floor. Next to her, Crow observed handing her a pouch full as Primary ammo. Without looking, Mara slung the bag across her body, hand clutching Tidal’s Piece of Mind. 

“What is the Shadow Legion up to?” Crow pondered as he scouted ahead with DMT. The scope from Tears of Contrition allowed him to zoom in as he searched. Mara broke her gaze away, eying the gun with interest.  

“Is that an Ahmakara carving in the stock?” She whispered, watching Crow smirk. 

“Felt a bit fitting. Uldren’s memory found it ironic.” Crow’s eyes looked through the scope. “Glint, see if you can contact Delta. I'm seeing multiple Light suppression fields.” 

“On it, stand by.” Glint whispered back. Mara reached out to touch the rifle, frowning as Crow batted her hand away. “Where on earth did you get that?”  

“On the Glykon. Tidal suggested that I take it to build my own arsenal after I arrived at the Last City.” Crow shrugged. “Why?”  

“Curiosity mostly.” Mara scoffed as their coms came to life. 

“Connection established Crow. I got a hold of Delta.” Glint reported as the other Ghost whirred weakly.  

“Crow? What are you doing here?”  

“We’re here to get you and Tidal. What happened? We’re only hearing maybe half the story.” Crow hissed watching the cells below. 

“Tidal and I went exploring in the woods when we heard a distress signal. It turned out to be a trap, and the Shadow Legion was using Prisoners and our own tech against us, but once we started to turn the tide in our favor, they used Light Suppression devices.” Delta murmured tiredly.  

“Tidal was overwhelmed before she could use Strand, and I... It’s hard to heal her with the Light suppression fields and without coming out of hiding. We tried to call but...”  

“It’s alright Delta, just hang in there, we’ll have you all out soon.” Glint reassured.  

“So they’re using our Civilians to try to trap us and hold us hostage... Damn it.” Crow grumbled. “We need to get the Civilians out first. If this is anything like the last base, I’ll expect traps.”  

“I... Couldn’t tell you. I do know that they planned on using her and the civilians as bait.” Delta warned. 

“As if killing Amanda wasn’t enough.” Crow growled, his hand tightening on the scout rifle before he tore his gaze away. “Glint start scanning, let’s see if we can’t get the drop on them.” 

“Already on it Crow.” The Ghost whispered as Hafengud’s eyes darted around as Crow used the high ground to survey the area. 

“You have a plan.” Mara stated, noting that Crow’s behavior was so much like Uldren’s. 

“If I use Void, I may be able to cloak myself and drop some of the guards one by one as they pass between the cells. If I’m lucky, it will help hide them for a bit while we work on freeing the prisoners.” Crow turned to face her. “One thing I've come to accept is that while I used to have skills as Uldren, I now have many more options. I can be much more creative with my plans of attack.” 

“A potent mixture for certain.” Mara agreed, eager to see her brother’s new skills for herself. “Be careful Crow.” 

“Provide over-watch for me and cover me if needed.” Crow raised into a half crouch before throwing something at his feet and turning invisible. Mara blinked, swearing she could see a slight purple shimmer before it vanished. Guardians really did break the laws of physics and reality after all. 

“I have good news and bad news.” Glint announced over the coms. “Which would you like to hear first?”  

“What’s the bad news?” Crow asked, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“The bad news is that there’s a trap, or a fail-safe of some sort.” Glint sounded a bit put off before cheering up. “However the good news is that it isn’t linked to the prisoner cells. It may take some time to crack the encryption to see what the fail-safe is linked to.”  

“Good, that buys us some extra time, and ensures we don’t have a repeat of the last operation.” Crow hissed. Mara watched as Crow reappeared in the corner of the room, driving a purple blade into the next of Shadow Legion member before vanishing once more and repeating the process three more times. Mara almost forgot her job. The way Crow moved was mesmerizing. He moved with grace and speed much like any other Awoken, but his actions were deliberate and precise. 

He was highly effective, almost more so than Uldren. 

Crow was a little over halfway through clearing the room before the Shadow Legion grew wise. Mara jumped into action, providing the over-watch the Hunter needed. She had to marvel at the choice of weapons and perks. Mara wasn’t a huge fan of Pulse Rifles and their bursts, but Peace of Mind felt good in her hands, steady and it packed a punch. Not only that but the shader made it look fancy.  

Mara made a mental note to ask the Guardian later about the rifle.  

As the last Legionary fell, Mara emerged from her hiding spot as Crow worked to free the civilian as he set up the Transmat zone. It made far more sense to get the prisoners to safety first before getting Tidal out. Crow and Mara only needed to exchange a look before they agreed that the fail-safe wasn’t sitting right with them. 

“How do we get her out?” Mara asked as Crow Guided civilians to the transmat zone and helped them to safety.  

“Glint’s working on it now. I still don’t like this. We could break out the civilians with ease but there’s a fail-safe? This whole thing screams that it’s a trap.” Crow admitted with a sigh.  

“Perhaps we’re required to spring the trap to release her. There's likely no avoiding it, especially not now.” Mara deduced as Crow threw his hood back, his helmet transmatting away. 

“That’s what I hate about this.” Crow huffed watching over the Lightless. “I suppose it’s a plus that we even found her.”  

“Take solace in that.” Mara offered, patting him on the shoulder. “You seem tense.” 

“You don’t know what we’ve been through together, how much she’s helped me, how much I owe her, even though she tells me I don’t need to repay her.” Crow admitted as he looked around trying to see if there were any clues that would help him disarm the trap. “She’s...” 

“A better sister than I was, I understand.” Mara nodded, looking down at the weapon in her hands. “And you’re right. These past few weeks, she’s been showing me how poorly I had treated you, how wrong it was. I finally see what you see in her.” 

“This is unlike you.” Crow snorted as the last civilian transmatted.  

“Because I miss Uldren, I miss you. You are everything Uldwyn was who Uldren was before his mind was twisted by the Black Garden and Riven, even before your mind was twisted by my own machinations!” Mara yelled trying to regain her composure.  

“Crow, who you are now is who you always were, and I was wrong to change that. I had not appreciated you as I should have and I regret it. Yes, I had planned to originally wield you as Uldren Sov, Light bearer however things did not go according to plan.. Not completely.” 

“I’ve heard this before.” Crow cut in as she paused to inhale. “But go on, I want to hear this from YOU this time.” 

“I.. Thank you.” Mara bowed her head slightly. “When you had arrived to the Dreaming City when Savathun called for you, I was glad you had returned, as a Guardian no less. In time I had planned to tell you the truth and sway you into rejoining me at my side, but it became clear you had no interest. And then you found out...”  

“Cutting me off and refusing to talk to me had hurt, but the gravity of my actions had finally begun to set in. I knew you were facing hardships alone, I know you’d suffer, but through that, I also could see just how poorly I had treated you, how Tidal filled that void. I realized that I had hardened my heart as not only a queen but as a sister. I had denied you the love and support you had needed, dangled it over you unfairly. It was then that I realized just how much I missed you and who you truly were.”  

“So what am I to you exactly?” Crow asked, cutting to the chase. No more did he wish to play their game of replying to questions with a question, only to read between the lines.  Mara chuckled quietly, unable to blame him. 

“A stranger, both my brother and not. You’ve grown and become a different man, for the better... And yet I know little about you. I understand the desire to keep me at arms length and if that’s how you wish to proceed then-” 

“I’ll need time to think things over, for now, let’s focus on rescuing my sister.” Crow nodded, looking over the cell. The Coms crackled to life as Delta spoke once more. “You’ll need to take out those Light suppression devices first. There’s four of them.”  

Crow turned to look, noticing several on the parameter of the cell, tucked in by the walls. “Ah.. Doesn’t look too hard..”  

“You’ll need to use Strand. It's the only thing that damages them, besides, it would suppress your Light if you get too close.” Delta informed them sounding tired.  

“That explains a lot.” Glint mused as Crow closed his eyes focusing for a moment before green energy raced down his arms  

“Mara, stand by to grab her.” Crow warned as the energy formed a green rope dart. Mara nodded, strapping the pulse rifle to her back as she crouched next to the orange barrier. Inside the cell, the Titan lay face down on the floor, her head turned to accommodate the muzzle on her helmet. 

The rope spun in Crow’s hand as he twirled it for a few moments before he lashed out, whipping it at the disruptor. It took two blows before it shattered, obsidian chunks falling to the floor with a crash. However the noise was dampened, almost drowned out by an earth-shattering crack as dirt rained down from the ceiling. The twins looked up in horror as the earthen ceiling began to crack as the cave began to cave in. At the same time, there were two flashes of orange-gold as an incomprehensible language rumbled out at them. Crow felt the blood drain from his face.  

“Tormentors!” he yelled, dashing forward as rock, and debris began to drop down. “Shit, now we know what the fail-safe was.”  

“Get those suppressors down, we need to get your sister and get out!” Mara yelled leaning against the barrier as she covered her head with her arm.  

“Already on it.” Crow called, destroying a second suppressor before sliding between the legs of a tormentor. “Two left?”  

“Three o’clock fast!” Glint warned as Crow turned and side stepped. “It’s on the other side of the room!”  

“Well isn’t that convenient?” 

“Crow!” Mara warned as she watched the White blur run across the room.  

“I’m working on it Mara! God Damn it!” He yelled trying to put distance between him and the Tormentors.  

Mara yelped, rolling out of the way of a bolder that almost landed next to her. So the trap was a cave in and tormentors, creatures who were more focused on Crow for the moment. Knowing she had little choice, she focused her energy on him, empowering him with strength and speed so he could complete his task. 

One of the Tormentors turned, noticing Mara at long last. It grunted before it approached her, making Mara back up as she broke her focus on Crow. At any moment she expected her back to hit the barrier, to be pinned between an enemy and a wall.  

Instead she backed right into the prison.  

“Crow, hurry. We’re being trapped.” Mara called as she reached for her coms.  

“I’m busy!” Crow yelled back, his voice somehow carrying over the sound of the cave in. Mara huffed and crouched using her abilities to make the Titan a little lighter so she could carry her. Tidal groaned, her legs almost giving out as she was pulled to her feet, her head down as she breathed heavily. 

“We are going to DIE!” Mara screamed, hearing another groan from the Titan. 

“I’m fighting a Tormentor on my own and trying to avoid debris. Why not use your own powers?” 

“How am I supposed to fight a-” Mara’s words were drowned out as a sickening crack echoed from above them. She looked up watching a crack split around a large section of ceiling as it began to shift, losing its hold on the rest of the ceiling above it. “CROW!”  

“MARA!”  

Mara braced herself for impact knowing there was no way to avoid such a large hunk of dirt and stone, however something moved against her. There was a surge of energy that she felt in her core before a shock-wave rocked the cavern, a bright blue light shining through her eyelids. Shocked, she opened her eyes to investigate finding the Titan standing in front of her, her arms above her head as she used the Light Soulfire to form a Lion as best as she could. The Tormentor was climbing back to its feet as the Lion used its upper body to hold that section of ceiling up.    

“Ancients above.” Mara whispered in awe as she watched. She glanced at the Titan, noticing her body shaking with exertion as she used the last of her strength to protect herself and Mara, trying to buy them time to do something.  

That’s when Mara snapped into action, throwing down a balefire and opening a portal as quickly as she could. Tidal’s legs bent, her knees ready to give out as she let out a long grunt. She was at her limit and her Light was fading. “Crow hurry!” Mara cried watching the Titan starting to go limp. 

“Go, I’ll be right behind you!” Crow yelled back, driving a Blade Barrage into the Tormentor he was fighting. 

Tidal didn’t need to be told twice, her Light Form slowly fading as she staggered and fell backwards through the portal. Mara dove after her, plunging into the Ascendant Realm and entering a free-fall towards the now unconscious Titan who was plummeting headfirst towards the darkness below. Mara tucked her arms against her sides, speeding towards her and catching her before they became separated once more. That however was the easy part, now came the hard part, manipulating her energy in a way that would get them close enough to solid land, though it was looking like an impossibility now.  

Or so she thought as there was a flash of light above her and the sound of something large rushing at her. “Mara! Grab on and hold tight!”  

Crow’s voice sounded almost ethereal, echoing in the air around her as the light grew brighter. Mara closed her eyes and reached out with her free hand, putting her trust in the man she once called brother.

Chapter Text

“You take the weight of the world on your shoulders, don't you? you worry about everyone, but you don't want to let anyone in. you want to take care of everyone, but you don't let anyone take care of you. You can only withstand that pressure, hide the cracks and tell yourself just a bit longer, for so long. Eventually you’ll crack and become vulnerable.  

It's ok to be vulnerable, it’s ok to ask for help. It’s fine to step away to take time for yourself for a while.”  

“Guardian! Here! Si vous plait.” 

Koron’s eyes darted around as his Fireteam tried to move the prisoners out of containment. He barked at a Vandal and a Drekeh to keep watch as he turned trying to find the source of the Human’s accented cry. Finally he spotted him, a young man between adolescence and becoming a man, holding a torn shirt under his jacket. As he drew closer, he noticed the man was trying to shield the torn cloth from harm, protecting whatever was within.  

“How may I help?” Koron asked, offering a hand, noticing the faint smell on him that concerned the young Captain. The youth passed the shirt to him, looking hopeful.  

“The little ones. I tried to feed them as the other Eliknsi suggested but… we lacked Ether and…” 

Realization hit the Young Captain and he immediately pulled his rebreather off his face, maneuvering the shirt under the tubing. Almost immediately two Hatchlings squirmed towards the Ether, mewling and chirping with relief. Seeing how sluggish they moved, Koron pulled the cloth back and held them closer, allowing both hatchlings to press their faces as far into his rebreather as they could.  

“Where are their parents?” Koron asked, using his lower arms to guide the Youth towards the transmat zone.  

“Dead from injuries, and other hatchlings dead from no Ether or food before we met other Eliknsi.” The youth admitted. “I tried to keep them warm until we could break free.” 

“What is your name my brother?”  

“Henri.” 

“I may speak to you again at the Farm. Until then, I thank you as would my House, for keeping the Hatchlings safe. Did you learn of their names?” 

“Non, their parents looked… not good when we were imprisoned.” Henri shook his head.  

“It's alright. I’m sure my mate and I could name them. Until a home can be found for them, we and I will care for them.” Koron bowed his head. “Our Hatchlings should help bring ease to these little ones.” 

“Oh, you’re a father. Tres Bien… you know how to care for them.”  

Koron grinned. “Most Eliknsi learn how to help care for our hatchlings from a young age… though I suppose having my own hatchlings will help these ones thrive. Go now brother, rest and recover. I’ll take over.” 

The young man staggered off to the rest of the group leaving the Young Captain to watch the mewling hatchlings. His gaze shifted as the Drekeh approached him, their robes billowing around their legs. “They’re still partially translucent.” 

“They have a strong will if they survived this long. They’re not much younger than my own hatchlings.” Koron sighed, watching the hatchlings greedily gasp at the Ether.  

“This war is creating so many orphans.” The Warlock remarked, wiggling a finger at the hatchlings.  

“This is but the beginning. There will be many more… the only thing I can hope is that these young ones were too young to remember the horrors they saw.” Koron heaved a sigh as they turned around to transmat out. “Verdant, warn Niik. Tell her to refill the diffuser and to have soft food ready. We have weakened Hatchlings in need of care.” 

The farm was quiet that evening as survivors rested and took shelter from the drizzle wherever they could. Volunteers worked around the clock to provide care to those who needed it most. The Eliksni moved amongst human and Eliksni victims alike, aiding those in need.  

Niik sat next to her mate, watching him readjust the Ether diffuser in the nest for the umpteenth time since he arrived back at the Farm. She clicked at him, half annoyed yet half endeared at his behavior. “They’re fine. You worry too much.” 

“Over orphaned and Ether starved hatchlings? No. They need extra care before they’re strong once more.” Koron insisted, hearing the cot behind him creak under the weight of their Kell as he rolled over, peering over the younger Captain’s shoulder.  

“He is right, Niik, they will need extra care… but your mate is also correct. Moving the diffuser so much does nothing. Leave it be.” Misraaks reminded the younger male before chuckling. “You’re fortunate, he cares deeply for the hatchlings, and is an attentive mate. He’s a good father.”  

“I try.” Koron mumbled, watching the two orphans cuddle into their new nestmates. Koron hummed and looked up at Niik, a sad look in his eyes as his palm gently caressed the two. “Niik...” 

The engineer knew what he was asking. “Koron, I’m not sure. What if they have family already? A family who misses them?” 

“Then we’ll be there to look after them. If not... There’s few who have hatchlings as young as ours, it makes sense that they’ll begin to bond with one another.” The Titan reasoned, letting one of the hatchlings grasp onto his finger. “Please? If they have no other family?”  

Niik let out an unsure noise as she considered it. Eventually she let her shoulders sag. “Alright, but only if there are no others who can call them family. Until we are sure, you must not name them.”  

Koron grinned before she added, “And I get to help choose the names.”  

Misraaks sat up gingerly, holding his injured side as a ship flew in hovering over the LZ. His eyes widened as he slowly cot to his feet, recognising the underside of the Paracausal ship. It could only mean one thing. “They're back!” 

Koron looked up, hopping to his feet as he ran for the Radiant Accipiter. Before he had even reached the ship, Crow and Mara were disembarking the ramp, carrying an unconscious Titan between them. Crow looked like he had seen better days, so the Eliksni stepped forward, picking the Titan up from them as he made for Tidal’s ship. “What happened?”  

“The Shadow Legion used a lot of tech to supress her Light before they ganged up on her and held her prisoner. As we freed the other prisoners and then her, the place started to cave in on us a bit. Tide used her Light to protect us until we could light the Balefires, but she passed out and fell into the portal after that.” Crow relayed, sounding out of breath.  

“Crow had to use his own Light to help us escape. It’s thanks to him that we managed to return.” Mara added, the scene of a huge Light forged Raven diving to catch both women was seared into her mind. Crow had been capable of the same feat as his Fireteam afterall, and it had reminded her of Ager for some reason.  

“Koron please, just put her on her bed and leave the rest to Mara and I. The rest of the Clan will need to pick up the slack until Tidal and I are back to full strength.” Crow begged. The Captain nodded as the ship’s ramp lowered. “Delta, how are you feeling?”  

“Still weak... I don’t think I can help her heal just yet but I can transmat her armor off.” The Ghost appeared, settling on his Guardian’s chest as Glint and Verdant appeared. The two Ghosts were concerned about their friend who brushed them off. “I’ll be fine, worry about Tidal.” 

They obliged, instead deciding to scan Tidal’s vitals and try to help her. Glint quickly transmitted Crow’s armor away as Crow headed for the first aid cabinet. “Talk to me Glint, what’s the worst we need to worry about?”  

“Dehydration, after that starvation.” Glint reported as Crow grabbed some supplies, fumbling them from his own fatigue. “Crow slow down.”  

“I have to help my sister.” the words tumbled out of his mouth as he tried to clear his mind. A hand shot out and grabbed his wrist as he almost dropped an IV bag. Mara gave him a disapproving look and took the supplies from his arms. 

“You’re in no state to put an IV into her. My hands are far more steady, allow me.” She offered as Crow glared back at her.  

“She’s MY sister. I’m responsible for her.”  

“And you rescued her. Allow me to help you both.” Mara argued as Crow blinked owlishly. “You’re not the only one who’s begun to care for her, who’s begun to see her as someone more than previously thought. Please, allow me to help you.” 

Before Crow could respond, there was a sudden yell followed by a deep curse before Koron called out. “Crow! I need help!” 

Crow bit his tongue, wanting so badly to refuse, however Mara had a point. With his hands trembling and his mind somewhat hazy, Mara’s help would be welcome. He nodded and led the way back to the sleeping area where Koron was waiting, trying to hold the woman down as she thrashed weakly. Crow paused as fear began to take over. “What happened?”  

“She woke up and she’s trying to fight me.” The Eliksni grunted, using his knee to pin down the clan leader by her lower back. His arms tried to pin her down by her shoulders, but the Guardian still tried to push herself back up. “Delta’s too tired to help.”  

“Get off her and trust me. I’ve got this.”  

“Are you crazy!?” The Captain cried as Mara had a double take.  

“Crow, I wouldn't advise that.”  

“Trust me, I've done this before.” Crow growled, nodding to Koron as the Eliksni released the other Titan, backing away as Crow slipped into his place. “Hey, whoa, whoa, calm down Ty. Look at me, hey!” 

Tidal paused, still struggling as Crow moved closer, reaching out and grabbing her shoulder. “Shhh, see it’s ok, you’re safe now. You know who I am right?”  

Tidal hesitated before nodding slowly, trying to talk but stopping as nothing left her mouth. That wasn’t a good sign. Koron and Mara peaked around his shoulder, frowning as the Titan bared her teeth and let out a quiet growl. Crow leaned over to block them out. “Hey, hey, just ignore them for now. They’re here to help you ok? Can you calm down for me Ty?”  

Tidal’s gaze was slightly unfocused, and it was clear that she was disorientated, so much so she couldn’t remember who or where she was. And she was combative. Not a good sign, they wouldn’t be able to get an IV in at this rate. He knew what he would have to do next, and he hated it. 

He slowly turned around to look at the two people behind him. “Koron, we’ll look after things from here. You may be putting her on edge. Thanks for your help.”  

“Keep us up to date, Brother in Light.” Koron nodded before leaving. Tidal relaxed slightly, and Crow turned back to look at Mara. He still refused to let her into his mind, but she seemed to know what he was about to ask before he said anything. Without making a sound, their eyes met and she watched him silently mouth two words at her.  

“Sedate her.” 

Crow turned back as Mara set to work, getting things set up as he helped. He moved one of Tidal’s arms out so Mara could access her wrist, using his body to shield it from view as he held it with a free hand. “Here, I’m going to help you get more comfortable so we can help you. Look at me. You’re ok Tide, I'm here. Big brother's going to keep you safe. In a moment you’re going to feel a pinch or two and we’ll help you get some sleep while we help you feel better, ok? Focus on me, ok? You'll be alright.” 

It wasn’t how he wanted to do things, but at this point he had no choice. Not to mention she wasn’t going to like what was going to happen next.  

"Crow, you do not have the authority for this."  

Crow had to exhale through his nose, and set his jaw to prevent himself from trying to crush the holo-projector in his palm. He glared at the screen, uncaring that Caiatl and Saladin were watching with interest as the sound of static or the air exchange above them triggered the holo projector to swap between their holograms. It was time for him to prove a point to the Vanguard.  

"With all due respect Commander Zavala, I should. I may not officially be Hunter Vanguard, but I've taken the initiative to lead them. It's more than any Hunter's done up until this point." Crow's free hand shook as he curled it into a fist. "I've got the Hunters running missions, scouting, doing recon and even hit and run missions. I've got more work out of them in 5 weeks than anyone's gotten out of them in 3 damn years! And I have the reports to prove it." 

Saladin hummed from his spot next to Caiatl. "I've seen his reports. They could use some work, but he's whipping the Hunters back into shape. There's a true Lord under that royalty."  

"That's high praise Saladin, though I don't need it. I'm just doing my job." Crow's expression softened as he nodded to his mentor. Saladin barked a short laugh, clearly pleased at Crow's progress. 

"Please Zavala, let me do this. This isn't a matter of me asking for much, just... Just to temporarily remove a Guardian who's unfit for duty." Crow leaned against the wall. "Amanda's death has been hard on everyone, and even I let my rage get the best of me I'll admit. But this goes beyond even that." 

"How bad is it?" Ikora ventured, trying to find a middle ground. Crow hesitated but he began to walk through the ship.  

"Bad. We had to carry her out and sedate her. She's in rough shape but her Light's recovering.... Which is why we had to sedate her." Crow almost whispered as he reached the bunks.  

"Who's we?" Zavala asked as Crow's pace stopped as he dropped to a knee. "Mara, how is she?" 

Blue eyes looked up and the Hunter as he knelt next to the bed. "She's still feverish, and mumbling. She still doesn't recognize us yet, but she recognizes Delta at least. He said she mentioned his name through their link, but still only remembers you as her older brother." 

“It’s progress.” Crow let out a breath, placing the holo-projector on the bed only for Mara to cradle it in her palm, moving to the Titan's other side so Crow could take her place. She held the device so they could see the weakened Guardian's state as well as Crow tending to her.  

"She's starving, and dehydrated, in such a state that she is unaware of where or whom she is." Mara's expression softened watching Crow use Stasis to help cool the washcloth on his sister's forehead, before using a dry cloth to dab away and clamminess on her skin. "We couldn't get an IV in without sedating her I'm afraid, and with her recovering Light, I fear we may need to increase the dose shortly."  

"Let's see if she recognizes me first, or if Delta can convince her to stop struggling." Crow looked towards Mara. "I don't want to provoke her and find out just how much she's recovered. She tends to bounce back rather quickly. Delta, are you feeling, ok?" 

"Much better now that we're away from that tech." Delta chimed from his and Glint's nest on the pillow. The blue Ghost wiggled closer to his Guardian's cheek. "I may try to heal her wounds shortly now that my strength is returning. I'm worried about her mental state."  

"As long as she starts to recognize us, she'll be fine. She's strong, why, you know that better than anyone." Glint chirped, trying to reassure his friend.  

"I hope so... She was so focused on keeping me safe and trying to break free that she pushed herself too far and with Amanda gone, she's letting her grief get the best of her." Delta sounded dejected.  

"Her recklessness will be her downfall if not tempered, and quickly." Caiatl shook her head. "What happened?"  

"The Shadow Legion was trying to bait Guardians by killing a few prisoners. When she attacked, they used Light suppression technology on her, so she tried to fight with Stasis and Strand. My healing abilities were weakened and she pushed her strength a bit too far and fainted." Delta explained as he glanced at the holo. "They had orders to capture any Guardians they could and use them as bait for the main Fireteams. They tried to keep her weak, and I just couldn't heal her from safety or with the tech." 

Crow looked at the Ghost, hearing the low and angry growl in his voice. He noticed the blue Ghost was shaking with fury, something rare for the Ghost. 

"She had been quiet for days so I finally decided to check because I felt something was wrong. Mara insisted on coming with me, which I allowed." 

"Begrudgingly." The Queen added.  

"Anyway, it proved useful though it nearly cost us our lives. Had it not been for Tidal using her light to shield us while Mara opened a portal, we likely wouldn't have made it." Crow brushed his sister's hair out of her face, noting how her pale complexion made her scars stand out more and how her Light still wasn't strong enough to power her Arc field, making her hair lie completely flat. "It made her pass out briefly though, her Light levels were dangerously low." 

"And you think Amanda's death was involved?" Ikora asked.  

"You saw how the clan rampaged Ikora. I've not seen anything like that since... Well since the Dark Age." Saladin interjected with a shake of his head. "The clan has a strong bond to one another, foolish perhaps, but they're fiercely loyal to each other."  

"Deep rooted love has a larger effect on one's self than we realize or care to admit." Crow whispered as he pressed his forehead to his younger sister's. "It drives us to recklessness, to act on impulse, to throw caution to the wind, consequences be damned... Even if we know better. And Tidal's love for Amanda was no different. She's deeply wounded by the loss of her wife."  

It was clear that Crow spoke from experience, and that he worried for his sister. He didn't wish for her to follow a path like Uldren had. Mara couldn't help but feel the twinge in her chest, like a noose around her heart. She knew loss and grief, especially from losing Sjur and then Uldren... But Crow, through Uldren, knew the lengths one could be driven to and the outcome. Mara looked at the weakened Titan. The two hadn't always been on the best of terms, but she had helped Crow become a better man- no, a better leader than she could have ever hoped for. Hell, Tidal had almost given her own life to protect them. 

Tidal had been right, she and Mara were very similar but in their own ways, especially in terms of power, but more so in her devotion, bravery and her willingness to sacrifice for the benefit of the many, no matter the personal cost.  

Mara had to admire that, and unlike Mara, she was willing to share her power, her knowledge, her plans. Not only that, but her bond with those closest to her was impressive. The woman was a leader Mara could respect and had been a much better sister to Crow than she had ever been to Uldren. Mara hated to admit it, but perhaps Tidal was a better woman than her and perhaps a better leader, or maybe in her own way. 

"She will survive and recover, Crow. She will need time, but it won't take her long. She has, you remember, an older brother who loves and cherishes her, who protects her and who knows how to help her." Mara reminded him, making him lift his head to look at her. "I will help where and when I can, if you'd like it." 

"I'd appreciate it." Crow nodded, looking back down at his sister's face.  

"Zavala, it's time you made a decision." Saladin spoke up. "If you don't do it yourself, others will decide for you. Crow not only gets results, but he's gaining respect. He's the only Hunter who's stepping forward to take up the mantle and... He has a lifetime of experience."  

"He still has much to learn but he's proven himself quite capable."  Caiatl grinned cheekily. "I'm aware of your Vanguard politics, perhaps a bit too familiar if I must admit."  

Ikora gave Zavala a nod. He knew she was right, maybe it was almost time. "Alright Crow, there will be a more... Formal discussion at a later date, but for now we’ll respect your request, for her sake. How far did you want to go with this?"   

"Relieve her of all duty, just until she recovers and is evaluated. She needs time to work through her grief in a healthy manner." Crow looked at the holo. "I know she'll want to come for the final assault but... I can't stop her, not entirely. It may give her some closure." 

"We'll leave her in your care. Amanda was her tether, her rock. Without her..." Ikora heaved a sigh. "Crow, you're the only one she may listen to now, besides Delta. She needs someone to help her weather this storm. Please, you know your sister best. Keep her safe."  

"I will. Thank you for trusting me with this." Crow bowed his head as the holo closed itself. He turned back to his younger sister, hearing her whine before stroking her hair. "Easy now my Maned Lioness... Easy Ty... You're safe." 

"She's semi-conscious, though I know not how aware she is of her current surroundings." Mara hummed. 

"We'll see in a bit." Crow fell silent for a while before speaking once more. "Thank you for helping me." 

"If I understand correctly, she would do the same for either of us, and she cares for you, far more than I had. You always had a big heart and loved even when it would hurt you." Mara crossed one leg over the other. "Losing you made me realize far too late that I had made mistakes, how they impacted you. Seeing you both interact, the strength in your bond, how protective you are of one another and how you both fight. I now realize what I depraved you of. It was wrong of me." 

"It was." Crow growled lowly, sounding a touch more like the man he had once been.  

It was not lost in the Queen. "Crow, if I could, I would go back and correct the mistakes I made, but we would not be standing here. I can only offer to right my wrongs in there here and now, if you let me. I would try to be the sister I should have been. I wish not to replace your sister but to treat you as you should be. As my brother, the other half to our twin heartbeat... As a Prince who now follows another oath, leads his own people and who makes his own fate.... who considers another Guardian as his sister." 

"I'll consider it." Crow cut in curtly. his jaw moved as though ready to say something else, but he paused before reconsidering. "Though to be honest, she's begun to consider you as her sister as well." 

-/- 

"Where are we?" 

Zavala looked to his left at Ikora, noticing her puzzled expression as she looked around the tavern, then at him. They exchanged a confused look. "What are you doing in my dream? This is a dream right?" 

"I would assume that maybe our own bond has brought our dreams together. My apologies Ikora." Zavala coughed nervously and looked at the table. "Though I must agree... Why here? It was Cayde's favorite Tavern. This table was his favorite spot. There are so many memories." 

"Indeed there are friend." Ikora's fingertips danced along the tabletop before she sat down. "Memories that keep him alive." 

A bottle hitting the wooden surface broke them out of their thoughts and alerted them to a new presence at the table. Their heads turned to face the newcomer, but the figure made them pause as they realized who was joining them.  

"Well ya know, it's about time we had a chat. I mean, sure it's my fault and all and I've normally spoken to Crow here, given him some advice and got to know him... But, it's great to finally see you guys again." The Exo sat down in his chair, setting out three glasses and pouring out some drinks. "Ikora you're looking well as usual and Zavala! Well... You look good too, all things considered." 

"Cayde? How are you... Is this just a dream?" Ikora asked as Cayde slid a glass her way.  

"Mmm... Yes and no. Well ok, it's a bit of both and it's hard to explain, but this is real. I'm actually trying to talk to you guys again. I should have done it sooner but, things happen, a lot of things." Cayde shrugged, sliding a second glass to Zavala. "Like Stasis, the return of the Darkness, Eliknsi and Cabal allies, the Hive becoming Guardians... Figures, the fun stuff like this didn't happen when I was alive." 

"You know about everything? Did Crow tell you?" Ikora sipped at her drink as Cayde finished pouring his own. 

"Just because I'm dead, doesn't mean I'm gone. I've seen everything, and let me tell you... This is something not even I could make up." Cayde shrugged and raised his glass. "But if I'm honest, there is a reason why I called you two here, besides drinks and to let you know I'm still around in spirit." 

"And that reason would be?" Zavala pressed as Cayde took a swig. Cayde put his glass down with a light thud, glancing at both Vanguard leaders.  

"The Hunter Vanguard position. Why is it taking you so long to fill it!? I know that I sometimes dragged my feet, but oh my cotton socks! 3 years!? " Cayde waved his hands. "What are you waiting for, him to go through a character arc or something?"

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“If you had told me 3 years ago that we’d be friends with the Cabal and the Fallen, well, I’d probably call you crazy.”  

Shjuk’s gold eyes raised from the data pad in front of her to look at the graying Titan before her as she munched on some beef jerky. Koron spoke up first. “Perhaps, but in times of great crisis, we tend to find unexpected allies.” 

“Like those Hive Lightbearers who showed up?” Salone asked, nodding outside to where three Lucent Hive kept watch. 

The gathering looked outside the glass, watching the three Hive Guardians. Tidal had apparently known them and bade her fireteam not to attack them when they appeared almost out of nowhere, helping them against the advance of Xivu Arath’s forces, even joining in when Tidal taunted her with a simple “How’s your sister?”  

“As you humans would say, ‘The jury’s still out on that one’. We still don’t trust the Lucent Hive given...” Horti trailed off trying to find the right words.  

“Give the old History, more so now with the arrival of Xivu Arath.” Shjuk grunted, her delivery blunt. “Especially the Uluran and Psionic people. Given the trickery of the Witch Queen, we are abundantly careful with those three.”  

“But it looks like Tidal knows them well enough.” Salone leaned against one of the consoles.  

“They have defected from Savathun and call themselves Fireteam Broken Blade. They’re part of a group of Lucent defectors who go by the name Coven of Light from what I understand.” Callista shrugged as two Titans walked in. “Speaking of, hey Tide.”  

“Caiatl’s not happy about them, but she’s keeping it to herself because they helped.” Tidal rolled her shoulders, aware of the conversation as she turned her gaze to the old Iron Lord at her side. “By the way Saladin, you realize we’re playing right into her hands right?” 

“Xivu Arath’s? How so?” The Iron Lord asked, placing his helmet on the rickety table Salone was sitting at. She watched as the table tilted toward her, only righting itself when she pressed the toe of her boot against one of the legs.  

“Well, we screwed her out of getting a huge boost in power when Rasputin shut himself and the Seraph station down. Now, she’s going to drag us into a war where we have no choice but to play into her hands. We can’t sit around and do nothing, but we also can’t face her head on and allow our battles to give her strength.” Tidal shrugged, playing with the red bandanna that hung around her neck. 

“Damn... She’s smarter than I gave her credit for. Then again so are you.” 

“Keep your praise, it’s not needed. We also have to consider that Xol’s also a bit quiet, but if we keep using Whisper, he would be able to collect tribute from the Hive, thus screwing her out of further tribute... or at least larger chunks of it. It’s worth trying.” 

“Good, I appreciate the ingenuity... But is it safe?” Saladin asked, looking a bit uneasy with the proposal... or perhaps it was because the other Titan could see the 4D level of chess being played thanks to the Hive God of War.  

“It is. Xol can’t break out of the sniper, but tithes to him provide extra power for my shots so it’s a win win.” Tidal spared him a glance. 

“If you say so.”  

Tidal shrugged, looking upset. Salone picked up on the vibe Tidal was putting out as she sat at the table. She waited for Saladin to walk over to speak to Shjuk before waving at the younger soldier. “I see you’ve gotten some impressive scars now. They suit you more than the warpaint ever did.”  

“Yeah, others have said the same. Well, that and the new armor.”  

“You really look like a lion now, still wearing those boots though. It’s a good look.” The older Titan smiled, noticing the younger didn’t return the grin. “What’s with the Bandanna?” 

“In memory of Amanda. I... It’s not hers if that’s what you’re asking but it’s a way to remember her. We were only married for a month and a half before she...” Tidal paused, hanging her head. “I could have worn hers but, I placed it at her memorial in the hanger.” 

Salone nodded, letting the Titan talk. It had been weeks since their final Assault against the Shadow Legion on Earth. They had fled back to Neptune luckily, but the battle had been Tidal’s last until the Guardian games, and even then she had only been allowed brief participation.  

She had spent a lot of time in therapy to help her deal with her grief, and one eventual step was to help her begin to move on. Wearing a red scarf was a comfort for the time being, however, she had been the one to lay Amanda’s old scarf, her goggles and some of her work gear at the memorial as part of her own good bye. 

It had been hard for her to do, but luckily, Crow and Mara had been there to support her. It was no secret that the Titan and Mara had begun to grow close, and as such, Tidal had spent a lot of her time away from the Last City as she worked through her struggles. It had however allowed Mara to keep an eye on her, even creating a bond of their own. Crow was still working on how he felt towards Mara but it had appeared that both Sov siblings saw the woman as a younger sister of sorts. 

“Yeah Zavala told me about her passing. I’m sorry about your loss.”  

“It’s not your fault.” Tidal shook her head as she looked towards Saladin and Shjuk. “I’ll get over it eventually. In the meantime, go easy on Shjuk ok? This is the first mission she’s been given point on.”  

“Wait, back up!” Sovereign called, making everyone look up as they realized he had been listening into the conversation. “You’re not leading this mission?” 

“Nope. I’ve been cleared for Light duty but Crow refused to let me lead this mission until I’m in a better mind space.” Tidal shrugged. “Can’t blame him, I need to step back for a bit. May actually do me some good for a change.” 

“How bad are we talking?” Salone asked, leaning back as she flexed her arm, pulling a face at the sensation of the Taken corruption lacing up her arm. 

“We don’t have that kind of time Salone. Just know that involves me passing out more times than I’d like to admit.” Tidal winked at the other soldier. “Had to get the job done somehow. Besides, I trust my clan and my Fireteam. They can do this.”  

Salone looked over to the Uluran. “But Shjuk?”  

“She knows the situation and requested it. I believe she also said that she wanted the opportunity to ‘face the old enemy and the herald of our home world’s destruction’.” Tidal snorted. “Even if I wasn’t a part of the Imperial Legion myself, I’d have to respect that. Caiatl and I agreed she needs the chance to  prove herself as a leader and that this is the best way to do so.”  

“I thought she’d attack those Lucent Hive.” Salone murmured, looking through the window again. 

“She wants to, but she also respects my judgment. She may not like it but she’s good at following advice and taking orders. They saved my skin, sure, but even now I'm not sure how to take them.” Tidal agreed, watching them also. “I trust Fynch, but that’s because he proved himself, not to mention he’s a Ghost anyway...” 

“Oh I meant to ask.” Salone’s fingertips gently drummed on the tabletop as she watched the younger woman. “What did you mean earlier when you yelled at Xivu Arath? How’s your sister? What does that even mean?”  

“Cayde started it. It was something he said when Uldren asked if he had any last words. Xivu Arath tried the same thing with Mara by pointing out that Crow rejected her attempts to reconcile. I finished Savathun before her Ghost got away so I’m kind of …. throwing it back in her face that Savathun left her and is technically dead.. Not dead dead, just... dead.” 

“So this is almost like an insult or a provocation?” Solane asked as the Hive Guardians perked up outside. 

“Yeah, that and she decided to bring up Sagira and Amanda so... The gloves were coming off regardless.” Tidal snickered, watching Twitch poke his head around the doorway, making everyone look up. “S’up Twitch?” 

“It’s your brother. Wanted to give you warning.” The Hive Hunter called, moving aside to let Crow in. Salone jumped up, her hand flying to her sidearm before Tidal grabbed her wrist.  

“Relax Salone. Enough Guardians have killed him.” Tidal shook her head and stood up, letting go of the older Titan’s wrist. “I didn’t over do it!”  

“I’m not here for that, I actually came to drop something off for Saladin.” Crow shook his head, bringing over a small crate under his arm. “Though I was going to ask if you could come to Neomuna with me. Ikora wanted both of us to help her look at something .” 

“Oh I love mysteries and puzzles.” Tidal shook her head sarcastically. “Why me?”  

“We both know Strand and she wants a chance to learn... that and we’re discovering more about the Veil.” Crow hummed. 

“Can’t I stay just for a bit? There’s a Salvage operation supposed to take part and I love exploring the deep.” Tidal crossed her arms with a scowl. 

“I mean, if you’d rather that than watching everyone else stumble with Strand, or meeting up with Ana playing with Archie-” 

“Fine you win! Let’s go, I want to sleep before we reach Neptune anyway.” Tidal groaned, tossing a look over her shoulder. “I’ll see you guys later. Salone, message me later so we can catch up ok?”  

“Will do.” Salone nodded, watching the sibling duo exit. Shjuk snorted and turned back to her report, listening to Saladin’s coaching. “Hey, Sovereign, how did this happen?” 

“Crow and Tide? It’s a long story. The short version involved Crow being rezzed and Spider keeping him under his servitude for a while before Tide managed to free him. Remember Pulled Pork?” The Exo asked, sharpening his blade.  

“I remember him. Heh, he was so sweet.” Salone rubbed her shoulder and winced. “Did he warn her of Uldren’s resurrection?”  

“No, Pulled Pork now goes by the name Glint after he rezzed Crow.” Callista clarified, watching Salone’s brows raise.  

“Well, I suppose it’s good that he finally found his Guardian.” The old Soldier looked to her left, noticing Koron in the corner, an odd vex like lattice circling his right arm and an odd pronged glove that twitched and moved. “What’s he doing?”  

“I’m splicing into the system to see what I can do to help repair or restore any systems that are broken just... FUBAR.” Koron spared her a glance. “Splicing is sometimes faster than a Ghost’s scans, and I can optimize or create functions that are more efficient... That and I can check secondary systems that may need repairs.”  

“I’d let him work Salone.” Saladin turned to offer the Titan some reassurance. “Koron does good work, especially as a Sacred Splicer. If there’s something outside of his scope, he may know someone who can get the job done.”  

“High praise coming from you Valus Forge.” Horti chuckled.  

“I recognise talent and hard work. Credit where it’s due.” Saladin hummed. “Your report is good enough Shjuk. Write them like that and they should be comprehensive.”  

“It will take me longer to translate between Ulurant and English. The Syntax and grammar doesn’t always translate.” The Centurion looked at the old Wolf.  

“You have a good enough grasp to write a report, and you have some extra time.” Saladin grunted before he headed for the door. “Now I need to find Drifter, he’s supposed to lead the salvage team.” 

-/- 

She wasn’t sure when she realized she was waking, but as she became more aware of her surroundings she felt someone looming over her. Tidal brushed it off, ignoring the sensation and chocking it up to either Delta, Shimmer or Skrank hovering over her, watching her in case she had another nightmare in her sleep. Then she realized that Skrank would have made noise as would Shimmer. Not to mention, whatever was over her was much larger than her Ghost, the Pouka or the Shank. 

Her theory was confirmed a moment later as something brushed against her cheek. In the Darkness of her ship she sat up, startled as she looked around for the source in the low light. To her flank, a figure shifted their weight on her bed, making her freeze as her blood ran cold.  

"Whoo.... It's alright sweetheart. You're safe, I didn't mean to wake you."  

"What? I... No... You died I..." Tidal's mouth goes dry. "This is a dream isn't it? Like when Crow or I speak to Cayde?" 

"Dunno. Whatever it is, I'm here now aren't I?"  

The blonde leaned in, a thumb rubbing the lower half of the scar over her wife's cheek. By sheer reflex, the Titan's eyes slide shut. "Shhh, it's alright darlin'."  

"Please... Don't leave me." Tidal felt her eyes sting and water, even under her closed lids. "Please. 'Manda you gotta stay with me."  

"I know ya miss me somethin' fierce, but you can't blame yourself for what happened to me. I should have listened but... You know me." Amanda chuckled, holding the woman close. "Can't leave well enough alone sometimes."  

Tidal opened her eyes with a sniffle. "I... We could have been happy together for longer if I hadn't..."  

"If we hadn't... I'm at fault for our little break too. But it's in the past now." Amanda soothed her. "'Sides girl, you made me the happiest woman for the month we spent together. Wasn't a day that went by where I didn't look at you and say 'least I got my wife'. I knew you were there for me, no matter what." 

 "Still... Feels like I could have done more. I can't save everyone but I thought I could at least help you." 

"You did what you could. Now stop blaming yourself." Amanda nuzzled her wife's hair.  

"I... Are you at least happy now? I mean, with Cayde and your family?" Amanda pulled back looking at her wife's tear stained face. She reached up to wipe them away, but the taller woman got to it first.  

"I.... Yeah, it was nice to see them again, have a family reunion and all. It kinda felt like home."  

"As long as you're happy, that you know we finished what we started. That we stopped the Shadow Legion." Tidal sighed, resting her elbows on her knees.  

"Yeah I saw, I saw you and the clan rampage too. Hell I never seen y'all so mad before." Amanda shook her head. "That was... Not gonna lie, it was frightening. I know the clan protects and avenges their own but damn."  

"An attack on one is an attack on the whole clan. They took you from us so... We wanted them to pay tenfold." Tidal reminded her wife.  

"Still." Amanda shook her head. 

"Anyway, your parents? What did your mother think?" Tidal asked.  

"My folks were shocked, but... Happy to see me. My daddy was just glad to see me again, but my mama went in about how I'd grown and how proud she was of how I turned out." Amanda smirked. "I cried... A lot. But Cayde got us drinks, and we all caught up. They like you actually. Said I chose good but I made stupid choices and almost paid for it by losing you."  

"I'm not that good babe." Tidal's hand clenched the blankets.  

"Hey, you are. I mean..." Amanda scooted closer. "When it all went to hell, my last thoughts were of you."  

"Me???" Tidal looked at her wife, letting the blonde wipe her tears away. "Why me?"  

"I knew this was gonna hurt you darlin. I knew you'd be all torn up inside, but I couldn't stop it. I figured you'd see me at some point, and it would break you. But I couldn't help but picture your face, how you looked at me, how you loved me. I held that close before... Before it all faded away." Amanda held her close, resting her chin in Tidal's broad shoulder. "But I held onto how you made me feel, held onto our love and that smile of yours. I didn't want to let you go. I wanted the last thing I remembered to be you." 

Tidal sniffled loudly, hugging her back. "Your thoughts should have been about your family."  

"You are my family. Our clan, Zavala and Ikora... You were all my family, but you were my wife. You mattered to me most."  

"Please don't go." Tidal whispered, begging as she held Amanda tight. "Can't you stay for a bit longer? Please?"  

"I wish I could but... I can't stay much longer." Amanda wiped a few more tears from her wife's cheek before standing. "I'm sorry Darlin'. I know you miss me. Our love hasn't died. I won't forget it."  

"You're not coming back are you? As a Guardian I mean." Tidal's voice cracked a bit as she held back her sobs. 

Amanda pulled a sad expression. "I don't know sweetheart. With what the Witness did to the Traveler... I really don't know."  

"I... I love you Amanda." Tidal gulped, forcing down the sadness that bubbled up to the surface.  

"I love you too Darlin'." Amanda whispered. "If you ever feel lonely or things feel hopeless, just remember that I'm right there, watchin' over ya. Ain't nothin ever going to break our love." Amanda leaned in, kissing her lips as Tidal's eyes slid shut, a fresh wave of tears beginning. As Amanda pulled away, Tidal reached out to grab her one last time, but her hand clenched nothing.  

"Amanda!" Tidal's eyes shot open to the dark interior of her ship. Delta and Shimmer floated just in front of her, watching.  

"Shh, it's ok. It was just a dream." Delta spoke softly as the Pouka darted behind Tidal, wrapping her wings around Tidal's shoulders as she perched on her back. "Are... Are you ok?"  

"She was here... I... but..." Tidal stammered as her breathing began to hitch. "She was right there talking to me!"  

"I'll get Crow and Mara." Delta began before the Guardian turned to him.  

"No! It's... Late and I- they don't need to fuss over this. I just need a minute. Ok?"  

Delta sighed but relented, waiting for Tidal to bend over with her face in her hands before he nestled against her neck. Shimmer cooed reassuringly, her wings rippling like gentle waves as the Guardian wept. It was a while before either of them went back to sleep.   

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"These melding's have taken a toll on your body and mind... perhaps your soul. Sit up, I have food.” 

The Captain pretended not to notice Salone jumping up, waking with a start as he set down the bag of containers. As he opened the bags and set the food out, the scent wafted up from them, making his stomach rumble and his mouth water. Against his chest, the hatchlings squirmed as they were roused from their nap. The human yawned and stretched, pausing as she noticed the numerous blue eyes peering at her from within the bundles strapped to his chest and shoulders. She blinked owlishly, as the eyes blinked in response, quiet squeaks and chirps coming from within.  

Koron set about opening the food containers, waiting for her curiosity to get the better of her. “Should I assume that you’re on babysitting duty?” 

Koron barked a laugh, shutting off his ether tank temporarily as he unlatched his respirator. Slone faltered at the other Titan’s sharp toothed grin. “Somewhat. Eliksni often help raise one another’s hatchlings, the human phrase is "it takes a village to raise a child’ yeah?” 

“Makes sense I suppose.” Salone mused, reaching for a fork before noticing that a hatchling had poked its hand out to grip the cloth of its bundle. 

“Well my mate is busy, so I offered to spend time with our hatchlings. She agreed.” Koron motioned to the bundles with his lower arms, beaming down at them with pride. “So they have come with their father today and so they can watch the fish, along with my little sister.” 

He paused to take a bite and noticed her curiously watching his hatchlings before remembering that before House Light had arrived in the City, very few Guardians had seen eggs or Eliksni hatchlings. It was likely a new experience for her, so see Eliksni so young after countless years of fighting them. He watched as she politely averted her gaze, instead reaching for her food. “How old are they?”  

“Four are almost a year old by Sol standard. By Eliksni standard they would be... Instars, or first molts. Another few months and they would be nymphs or toddlers, if we use human terms.” Koron’s mandibles flared as he grinned, pulling one of the containers towards himself. “The other two are roughly 6 months old judging by their size and molts.”  

“I’m sorry, you’re not sure?” 

“The four on my chest are the first clutch of mine and my mate Niik, the first clutch in generations hatched under the Traveler and a possible... miracle clutch. The two on my shoulders are from a different family that perished last month in the EDZ.” Koron pushed a container of spareribs towards Salone, watching as her face lit up at the taste of fresh food. “However, they are all my children. Eliksni do not discriminate between adopted or blood children, especially after the Long Drift or the period after our Whirlwind-our collapse.” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Eliksni children before, not that I can recall anyway.” Ah there it was, he was right after all. 

“Human or Awoken children are... a bit easier. Less climbing and biting.” Koron grumbled, making Salone laugh as she began to relax. 

“Do you regret it?” 

“Never! I enjoy the joy my children bring, though I was well prepared.” Koron chuckled, glancing behind him before snapping back around and letting out a gentle growl. Lasha’s hooded head whipped around to watch Koron before she eased herself back down onto the cushions and fiddled with her respirator. Drifter chuckled as he passed by, leaving the group to themselves. “Light above... You weren't supposed to climb or stand on the seat!”   

“Another one of yours?” Salone teased as Koron sighed, his eyes closing as the hatchlings squirmed, trying to climb out of their bundles to see what was going on.  

“She often feels like it. That is Lasha, my younger sister. I cared for her before I became a Guardian, before our mother was discovered alive and injured on Europa.” Koron shook his head as the hatchling approached, climbing onto the barstool next to Salone. 

“Is she a Titan, brother? Like you, Tidalkell, Zavalakel, Saint and Shjuk?” Lasha squeaked, the quiet hiss of her rebreather making Salone give her a second glance.  

“Yes. An old warrior, respected and found once more after surviving the Darkness.” Koron chuckled, taking a bite out of a steamed pork bun before he broke it into smaller pieces, handing a chunk to each of his children. “An Arc user like me and Tidalkel. Can you smell it in the air?”  

“Just like a thunderstorm!” The child squealed, making Salone chuckle. Koron thought this was progress towards building trust. He had always heard tales about Salone, but to see a sister in the Light before him? The tales were true.  

“You know if someone had told me a year ago that I'd survive my isolation on Titan and be eating with friendly... Eliksni?” Salone paused watching the two nod in confirmation that she used the right term. “I would have called them delusional.” 

“I apologize for frightening you when we first met, Deputy Commander Salone. I haven’t been a Guardian long, but I’m used to acceptance from those in the City. I may have forgotten that some folks aren’t aware of current events.” Koron bowed his head as his crest flattened a bit in embarrassment. 

“It’s fine. It’s taking some time to adjust to the idea of Eliksni allies, let alone an Eliksni Guardian. But I’m not complaining, as long as we’re on the same side. I don’t suppose you may have a title or a... Rank?”  

“Yes, although House Light is doing away with ranks and social castes, I would be considered a Captain, despite my youth.” 

“I thought you sounded young. How old are you, in human terms?” 

“I would be seen as the same as one who became a full-fledged adult... In human years that would be 18 to 21 I believe.” Koron snorted and took another bite of his food. Salone gave him a dubious look. “Isn’t that a bit young to be a Captain?”  

“In some cases, yes, but due to my accelerated growth in the months before becoming a Guardian, and my leadership before joining House Light, I was granted the title of Captain by my crew. What you know as Captains, are the true size of my kind. Drekehs and Vandals are undersized or even stunted.” Koron shrugged, reaching up with a hand to grab one of his hatchlings that had begun to climb out of his swaddling. “Ahskra, stop. Back in you go.” 

Lasha giggled as Verdant appeared, hovering by her shoulder. It truly was weird times that they lived in, and if he had to wager a guess, Salone probably felt very out of place. He waited for her to take a few more bites to eat before speaking up once more. “How much were you told to bring you up to speed?” 

“Bare basics, enough to have a rough understanding.” Salone motioned to the munching Captain. “Are you offering to fill in the blanks?”  

“Yes. In Eliksni there is a phrase, ‘El naru ka shein’. Loosely translated it means ‘A meal and knowledge’. It is often a way two friends or allies greet one another to offer food both for one’s hunger and for one’s mind. Given your duty on Titan, I thought it fitting to bring fresh food and intel for your mind... perhaps some hope too.” Koron tilted his head in respect before Lasha spoke up. 

“Are you two going to jump down on Hive and crush them with your fists?” She asked innocently, making Koron choke and pound his chest. Salone raised an amused brow. “What?”  

“She heard that you once mentioned dropping a Fist of Havoc from 10 stories above. I may have done something similar during the Vex incursion after I was rezzed.” He coughed, noticing her impressed expression. “I will tell that tale as well. Where should I start?”  

“Tell me what happened after Titan, Io, Mars and Mercury all disappeared. Then you can tell me your story as well.”  

-/- 

“Greetings Guardian.” 

Tidal looked up from her computer screen watching the holographic avatar as it walked towards her. She nodded, leaning back in her chair as she let the reporter approach. “S’up? Guess you’re here to cash in that rain check for that interview I promised a while back?”  

“It’s become common knowledge that you’re spending more time here than on Earth. It made sense for me to take advantage of your posting. Is this a bad time?” The avatar gestured to the workstation. 

“Nah I need the break actually. Uh anything I need to know before the interview? Besides me trying to curb my language I mean.” Tidal chuckled sheepishly. “Last time I did a proper interview was probably before the collapse, and last time I kind of snapped”  

“I suspect you’ll be fine, like you mentioned however, please keep your language family friendly.” The reporter’s hands tapped a few holographic screens as Delta’s shell spun.  

Good luck with that.  

Oh be nice Delta. Tidal chuckled as the reporter introduced himself. 

“This is Jisu Colorondo with the Neomuna Civil News. Today we have a special edition interview with one of the Terrian Light bearers, Tidal Lion. Now as our listeners may know, we have watched the events of Earth unfold over centuries, but our interactions with such a group have proven many beliefs and theories about them to be false. First I’d like to ask you a bit about yourself, and your stance on Guardians.”  

Well what a way to start.... 

“Well, as you figured from the last time we spoke, I’m not like the Warlord of old in Guardian History,  and I focus more on duty rather than what rewards or reputation I get for my deeds. Being a former pilot and soldier had nothing to do with it.” Tidal rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, feeling the bristles growing back in from her more recent haircut. Herbert was going to jump on that during their next training session. “In terms of how long I’ve been a Guardian or alive for as a Guardian, it’s been 5 years since I was first rezzed.” 

“That’s not very long.” The Avatar's head tilted.   

“No, but I was resurrected on the eve of a surprise attack by a Cabal faction called the Red Legion. Our connection to the light was cut off, but I managed to get mine back and became the main Guardian doing what others couldn’t as well as defeating the Leader of the Red Legion. Hell, there’s even a funny story of how some Guardians mapped a whole Uluran Battle Network by dancing.” Tidal smirked, trying to imagine the look on Jisu’s face.  

“She’s not kidding either. Citizens in the Last City often joke about dancing Guardians. It’s a pastime for many and it’s not uncommon to find a spontaneous dance off in the Tower Courtyard, or a flashmob.” Delta cut in with a nod of agreement.  

“An interesting revelation, I’m sure. Now, something our citizens noticed was that there appears to be three different factions of guardians, each with a different gear profile, either being a loin cloth, a pair of robes or a cloak, could you shed more light on that? Pun not intended.”  

“You see, typically each Guardian has a class, The stealthy Hunters, the wise Warlocks and the brave Titans. Osiris is a Warlock, and Tidal here’s a Titan. Shjuk and Koron were also Titans, Horti isn’t a Lightbearer, but he has his own abilities that compensate.” Delta began allowing his Risen to take over. 

“We each have our own specialties. Hunters roam the wilds, Warlocks have their books and study the secrets of the universe... But Titans? We’re the defenders, the proverbial wall around the City. We each have our own different abilities, but we can learn other class abilities.” Tidal began to explain, raising her hand as the light and dark slowly phased from one color to another. “Lord Felwinter was a Warlock who knew how to shoulder charge, a Titan skill. My brother Crow learned how to shoulder charge and how to Thundercrash from me, and in turn, He taught me how to use an Arc Staff while a Warlock friend of mine taught me how to use Dawnblade. It's tricky to learn things outside your class, but it’s possible.”   

“So each class is like an order, each having a creed or a set or morals that contributes. Fascinating.” Jisu pondered as Tidal scooped Delta out of the air to hold him close. She needed to keep her hands busy, opting to use her thumb to trace a superficial scratch on his shell. “Now you arrived with alien beings, two of which share the same species as members of the Shadow Legion. We spoke with Empress Caiatl, but we’d like to hear your input.”  

“Funny story is that for ages, we thought Humanity- which includes the Exos and the Awoken- were the only ones worthy of the Light. We learned 2 years ago that the Eliksni were also capable of becoming Lightbearers. Shjuk later that year became a Lightbearer as well. However, it appears that the Hive are also capable of this as well, but we’re still learning more.” Tidal shook her head with a laugh.  

“Koron and Shjuk are the first members of their respective species to become Guardians, but I wonder if it is based on traits, if the Traveler changed its mind about who’s worthy or what. I mean we didn’t see Eliksni or Uluran Guardians until we formed Alliances, the Hive on the Other hand were to be uplifted by the Traveler but were tricked before it could come to pass.”  

“You speak fondly of the Eliksni and Uluran people.” 

“I worked with both Koron and Shjuk extensively before their death and resurrection. They’ve actually started breaking the Guardian’s rule about not knowing of our pasts before becoming Guardians... But some of us found a way to recover our memories... though it comes at a cost. Some things are best left forgotten... Like my time in the collapse.” Tidal leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “Regardless, the manta still holds. ‘Devotion inspires Bravery. Bravery inspires sacrifice... Sacrifice leads to death’.”  

Tidal closed her eyes as a flash of memory appeared before her, of Amanda standing next to her holding Chaperone. Tidal’s hand reached up to rub the red bandanna around her neck. “But not everyone is brought back as a Guardian. I’ve seen loads of Guardians die a final death, citizens too. We lost a lot of good people during the Red War against the Red Legion. I gained fame I wasn’t looking for, nor did I want it. We lost one of our leaders, learned to dabble with the Darkness so we could survive the oncoming storm. Lost more people when Calus and the Witness arrived. I’m not an old Guardian, but it weighs on you.”  

“Spoken like a true leader.” Jisu observed, clearly taking notes. Tidal raised a sad gaze up at him, her eyes emotional as she tried to hold back her deepest feelings.  

“I lead my own clan, but even so, becoming the Hero of the Red War wasn’t something I wanted or asked for. I was just doing my duty as the only LightBearer at the time. It was a baptism by fire. Resurrected and 24 hours later thrown into a War that, in hindsight, we should have seen coming. People joked that being rezzed into the Cosmodrome or in the heat of combat is a hard way to start a Guardian life.”  Tidal pointed out as she leaned forward against the desk. “But a war that sees you as the only Guardian to reclaim their Light and to then fight so other Guardians could also reclaim their Light? It’s a lot of pressure that causes me to be too hard on myself.” 

“Ha, so you finally admit it.” Delta chimed in as he tried to tease her. Tidal rolled her eyes. 

“Being a soldier in your past life pushes you to excel, but setting the Red War as a baseline or a standard? It’s hard to break that mindset, or to let myself relax. Besides, having my memories back, it explains a lot and supports why I push myself so hard.” 

Tidal could only hope that the interview stood to prove that Guardians were highly complex beings, though it gave the reporter a way to segue into his next set of questions. “What do Guardians do to relax or while off duty? As we understand humanity suffered a great amount of loss in terms of culture and technological advancements.” 

“We also made some...” Tidal mumbled before clearing her throat. “Well, until recently we were running a Sparrow racing league, we also still have pools and some sports that both Lightbearers and Non-Lightbearers partake in. Just because we don’t have a lot of technology doesn’t mean we don’t have archived music, movies or entertainment. We like to hang out, rough it out in the woods or read, stuff like that.”  

“There’s also the Crucible.” Delta reminded her as he flitted away from her hand.  

“The Crucible?” 

“Oh thanks Delta...” Tidal sighed.  

“It’s like a live fire drill, where Guardians train and compete against one another. It was Originally designed for Guardians to settle disputes but grew into something for training and entertainment.” Delta bobbed in the air. “There’s multiple different modes and special event modes on rotation. Iron Banner and Trials of Osiris are popular ones.” 

“And the Clan Wars... Which starts next month, thanks for reminding me...” Tidal’s finger twirled the red bandanna at her neck before glancing at the avatar. “Our clan won a few months back and the event was moved to the Solstice of Heros to better pay tribute to our fallen heroes. I wonder if I could get the fireteam to wear red bandannas or scarves to.. You know... pay tribute to her...?” 

Delta knew what she was asking. “I’m sure they’d agree. If she were here, she’d be cheering for us... you especially.” Tidal nodded, looking down again. “Hey, eyes up Guardian. She wouldn’t want to see you upset like this. You’re moving on but, you know what she’d say.” 

“I know It’s just... she was everything to me... Beside you and my brother and sister I mean.” Tidal looked at the Avatar. “Sorry I... My wife died fighting the Shadow Legion. She wasn’t a Guardian, but she fought just as hard.” 

“And she’d be proud of what you’re doing now. Forward momentum as she used to say.” 

“Yeah I guess.” Tidal shrugged, smirking a bit as the Ghost pressed up against her cheek. “Thanks buddy.” 

“Do Ghosts usually have such a close relationship with the Guardians?” Jisu asked, watching the exchange and forgetting he was recording. 

“Yes. We have a symbiotic relationship and share a mental connection which allows us to communicate without speaking” Delta began to explain as Tidal smiled. Leave it to her Ghost to take over when he needed to.

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Caiatl’s eyes looked over the holographic images floating above her Wartable, pulling the blanket around her shoulders. It was late at night, she should have been sleeping, but an urgent call from Shjuk had roused her from her sleep. She had been about to dismiss the call, to roll over and let it go until a more reasonable hour, however two words caught her attention and demanded that she get up.  

Oryx’s Corpse. 

She rubbed her eyes, looking over the holographic forms of Horti, Shjuk and Koron on another projector sat Sovereign and Callista with Zavala, the trio equally as disheveled as the other screens showed a gruesome sight, one that filled her stomach with dread. The half-buried corpse of Oryx occupied but a fraction of the cavern but was no less imposing. 

“I would assume that the corpse is something the Vanguard would prefer to secure?” Caiatl rumbled, glancing at Zavala. The Titan nodded, stifling a yawn as he did.  

“Ikora and I are scrambling recovery teams now. We would need time to decide if we’re going to secure the bodies of Oryx and Savathun together, or separately... I would appreciate your input.” The Vanguard replied as Caiatl hummed. 

“It may take some time to excavate the remains, so it may be best if the body is left as is. Afterall, it’s not easily accessible, even to our enemies. Perhaps it would be safer to leave it as is. Who knows what Hive rituals could be invoked by using the corpses of Savathun or her brother Oryx.” 

“You know, it’s funny how when we defeated Oryx 7 years ago, we never went looking for the body or even tried to secure it.” Sovereign pointed out. “We just let it float off towards Saturn.”  

“In all fairness, maybe it’s best that we didn’t. Imagine trying to defend it in the Red War.” Callista countered as her husband hummed in agreement. “True.”     

“There’s another complication as well. ” Shjuk nodded her head. “We’ve been unable to locate his worm and as such it’s still a grave risk we need to consider. The hole in his chest remains empty, void of any signs of his worm. In theory, with a Hive god of his size it shouldn’t be hard to locate a worm...correct?”  

“How would we even kill it? If it hasn't already been killed during Operation King’s Fall.” Zavala groaned, making Horti speak up, appearing nervous. 

“I may have a theory that may have severe implications.” Horti gulped, looking at Shjuk who nodded. “Our working theory is that Ahsa may be Oryx’s worm, now freed and seeking refuge from Xivu Arath.”  

“Personally I disagree.” Koron cut in with a glance to his fireteam. “Not trying to invalidate Horti and Shjuk’s theory, but Ahsa’s recount of the Witness’s birth and of the origin of its species as well as the Darkness implies a far older species. It’s possible that she may be omitting details, but we also know from Hive accounts of a species they encountered on Fundament that was allied with the Traveler. It’s possible that she’s a member of that species.”  

“You can’t be serious!” Shjuk rumbled. 

“I am. Think Shjuk, IF Asha’s story is true, it would explain why the Traveler continues to flee at the approach of the Darkness. The Witness seeks to commune and merge with it, something the Traveler doesn’t want. So when it’s discovered, it flees inadvertently causing destruction by doing so.” Koron argued, looking back at the others.  

“Only Two races truly survived such an event, the Eliksni and Humanity. We never understood WHY the Traveler fled every approach of the Darkness until now. We still may not know why the Traveler chose to help Humanity and to create the Guardians, or why it stayed with us to face the Witness this time, but we have begun to understand the bigger picture.” Koron finished, holding his hands out. “Either way we look at it, The Hive have unfortunately been a big help as to understanding The Traveler and our enemies more.”  

Shjuk and Horti groaned, not wanting to concede the point with the Eliksni. He was unfortunately correct. Savathun had made several predictions, and several had come to pass. A City besieged, the Ship stealer Rising again, the Traveler being corrupted... It hadn’t played out as they had anticipated but it had happened. 

“I’m surprised Xol hasn’t said anything.” Calista huffed suddenly, rolling her eyes. “He was rather Chatty when we faced Riven and Tidal said he gets rather chatty in the Throne world, AND she told us he chatted often when Savathun was locked up.”  

“He’s been somewhat quiet.” Horti confirmed. “He does speak somewhat lowly of Xivu Arath, about the tithes and now of Oryx’s remains... but he seems... Elusive about Ahsa. The name is indeed Hive in origin but he refuses to elaborate on if she’s Oryx’s worm or not.”  

“What about Parasite, Savathun’s worm?” Zavala asked curiously. 

“We haven’t tried but if it can be trusted, perhaps we could learn more.” Koron agreed. “I could pull the Grenade Launcher from the vault.”  

“It’s a Hive worm. It can’t be trusted.” Shjuk snorted 

“It outed Mara’s plan to kill key figures if things went tits up, something Mara begrudgingly admitted to." Koron countered. 

“It’s still Hive.”  

“And yet you trust Xol. Hypocrite”  

Shjuk opened her mouth to argue but shut it a moment later. Koron was dead right and everyone knew it. “Fine, you’ve made your point.”  

“We should wait for Tidal. My understanding is that she’s been helping Osiris and Nimbus on Neptune with learning about the Veil.” Horti stepped in, trying to keep the peace. “They were able to determine that Ghosts act like a Conduit, and as the Witness was able to interfere with the Ghosts before, it likely used Delta as a conduit to fulfill its goals.”  

“She still feels guilty over the situation.” Shjuk snorted, scratching behind her ear. “Empress, is there anything else you would need for the Debriefing?”  

“Not right now. I would advise you that Tidal is between Neomuna and the Last City training with the Legion’s Blade.” 

“Actually, she’s on earth, overseeing a meeting between the Queen of the Reef and... The potential Hunter Vanguard.” Zalava indicated making the other Guardians snort.  

“Just call him the Hunter Vanguard already. Make it official.” Koron rolled his eyes, heading back over to the corpse, pulling out one of his shockblades. Caiatl raised a brow as the Eliksni crouched down, using the tip of his blade to prod at something. “He’d probably want to know that the Hive were trying to forcibly trying to resurrect Oryx.” 

-/-    

“I must applaud you three for your subterfuge. Few are able to bring such plots to fruition beyond my gaze, and yet you have, though whether I should feel such pride is still a matter of debate.”  

Crow rolled his eyes as the child in his lap tried to stand and climb on him. Jolyon swirled the drink in his glass as he avoided her gaze and Petra hung her head in shame. In the kitchen, Tidal leaned against the counter brushing shoulders with another Awoken who watched intently. Why the clan house had been chosen for such a meeting was anyone’s guess, but it was at least private for the time being.  

“Did you really expect anything less from me?” Crow asked with a quirked brow, aiming a wink at the spectators who both shook their heads.  

“In your defense, I did not expect you to sleep with Petra.” Mara crossed her arms. “Though, I’m also not surprised that Jolyon agreed to help you two deceive me.” 

“I didn’t have a choice. We really thought there was a possibility that I was the father. No, I'm not explaining myself.” Jolyon’s finger uncurled from his glass, pointing at Mara before he took another drink. Petra’s face flushed purple and Crow’s face twisted into a mixture of shock and amusement. Mara however recoiled after a few moments.  

“Did you-” 

“Don’t ask something you're not prepared to hear.” Tidal snickered, bursting out into laughter after a chorus of “Stay out of this Tidal!” 

“No wonder he bonded to you. You two share the same chaotic energy.” The older Awoken muttered as the other Awoken got back to their conversation. 

“You’ve seen how we act. I’m a little bombastic or eccentric and Crow just... he thrives on energy like that. He likes to spice things up, have a little fun.” 

“Yes, and I’ve also seen you two make funny faces at one another, odd noises, weird gestures and what I can only guess is your version of an interpretive dance.” the Warlock shot her an amused look. 

“Shut up and pass the chips and dip.” Tidal rolled her eyes, still amused. “Tell me you’re a single child without telling me.”  

“Heh!” 

“You have to understand where we’re coming from Mara.” Crow leaned into the table a bit, using one hand to hold Byron in place. “Guardians aren’t supposed to be able to have their own children. If Byron had looked more like Petra, if it had been easier to pass him off as Jol’s, then he likely would have stayed in the Reef, although the three of us disagreed with Wrath or Crow training.” 

“But you sent him to the Last City.” Mara leveled her gaze at Petra, ignoring the crinkle of the chip bag. 

“My queen, you have no heir. Yes, you were chosen to lead our people and you aided in the construction of both the Reef and the Dreaming City. After we lost you and Uldren, our leadership fell into disarray and continued until your return.” Petra locked eyes with the woman. “We had assumed that you would feel that Byron would threaten your plans.” 

“Look at him.” Crow shifted his son in his arms. Byron turned his head to the adults, amber-gold eyes peering around under a curtain of very dark burgundy hair. “He looks so much like me it’s undeniable. When he was born we knew his eyes would call his lineage into question. It was safer to fake a stillborn birth and send him here.”  

Mara locked eyes with the child. Byron was quiet, his eyes inspecting his blood aunt. Mara faltered for a moment. Her brother had a point. Without the correct light, his dark hair appeared black like his father’s and his eyes were the exact shade. His skin was a bit more blue but there was no denying the resemblance between the father and son. 

And it seemed like he was already a good judge of character. 

“I have no plan.” Mara admitted after a moment. “I had no plan for an heir, not with Sjur gone and not with how events have played out. Uldren had always been busy and claimed he wouldn’t have time for his own and I had thought it a fitting end for the Sov family lineage... However things seem to have changed.” 

“What, did she think she’d live forever, especially after the Taken war?” Tidal whispered to Delta, watching Mara’s head turn around.  

“I heard that... Oh don’t be rude sister.” Mara chided as Tidal poked her tongue out. 

“She has a point.” Jol shook his head, getting up to head for the fridge. “You have more of this tea stuff, right?”  

“Back of the fridge, fill yer boots.” Tidal nodded, smirking as Byron squirmed. 

“Well, I regret to inform you, but I renounced any claim of my former Princehood before his birth.” Crow looked at his son, repositioning him so the child was facing him. “Byron will never be Prince of the Reef, he will never shoulder the burdens Uldren had to. He’s a city boy now. He can make his choices when he’s older, but for now, I want him to enjoy life while he can.”  

“I had expected you would say that, not that I would fault you for it.” Mara sighed, looking at Petra as Jol returned with another glass of iced tea. “I suppose you share his views?”  

“I do. While it hurts to be away from my son, I’m glad he’s happy and safe, and how big he’s grown in only a year.” Petra reached across the table, ruffling the boy’s hair. “He needs this cut.” 

“Soon, I'm letting him grow it out a little more. Who knows, he may like it longer.” Crow shrugged.  

“Am I also to assume that you and Petra will not be staying together?”  

“My Queen, it was a fling!”  

“A fling.” Mara shook her head and reached for her cup. “Is that what you call your sexual encounter?”  

"Mara.” Crow’s tone turned cross, as his gaze turned to her. Mara choked on her tea, the warning in his voice not going unnoticed. “It was a drug fueled one night stand, one I should have prevented but didn’t. It shouldn’t have happened and the morning after we all agreed not to talk about it.. Until Byron came along.” 

“I meant nothing by-”  

“My boyfriend and I are back together, and Byron sees him as his daddy. He loves him and I’m glad. Yes I did something stupid and yes, I know how awkward the situation is, but know that my heart belongs to and always has belonged to my husband. I’m hurt that you’d think otherwise.”  

There was a pause before the Awoken turned to the Warlock who was now helping himself to the chips and dip. “You’re married? When?” 

“We’re not, we’re engaged.” The redhead looked at Crow, giving him a questioning look.  

“At this point, you’re as good as. Uldren’s heart belonged to him, and mine to yours. I don’t really need a ceremony to call you my husband, but I’ll partake because I know what it means to you and Saladin would have my ass if I didn’t. Look at what happened to Sovereign when he tried to slip out of it.” The Titan had to duck her head as she giggled. Crow covered Byron’s ears before turning to her. “Shit disturber.”  

“To get back at the matter at hand... You’re not mad are you, my Queen?” Petra ventured as Mara wiped her lips on the back of her finger, watching the Queen shake her head.  

“Quite the opposite.” Mara cleared her throat, looking up at the Awoken in front of her. “While I am still shocked and hurt that I was deceived, how could I stay mad with my darling nephew? He may not bear the Sov name, but he still carries our lineage... Though perhaps an end to the Sov family name wouldn’t be a horrible outcome.”  

“Maybe in time he could use the name Venj, but for now, he’s Byron Crowson.” Crow kissed the boy’s forehead with a smile . “I couldn’t think of a fitting last name and I didn’t think Saladin would let him take Forge as his last name, so I went with the old tradition of ‘Son of the Father’s first name.” 

“Crowson has a nice ring to it. Kind of sounds like something from one of your stories, or from the Pre- Goldenage.” The Warlock pointed out as the Titan regained her composure.  

“May I hold him?” Mara asked, noticing the wary glance shared between three of the four Awoken before her. “If that’s something you would allow.”  

“I have no problem with it myself.” Petra announced, watching the other two men who were having a silent conversation. “Crow however-” 

“For a few minutes.” The Warlock spoke suddenly, straightening up as Crow stood up, making his way around the table. “We can talk about bonding later.”  

“I understand. I wouldn’t want to overwhelm him.” Mara nodded, as the boy was passed to her. Byron’s amber-gold eyes looked up at his aunt, his curiosity getting the better of him while Mara looked him over. “I almost didn’t notice the burgundy hue in his hair, but his eyes... I understand why you thought to hide him from me.” 

“I know, he looks a lot like me.” Crow shrugged, walking over to grab some chips and dip himself. “He grew fast, he’s about a year old now and look at him!”  

“The last time I saw him, he was so small. It's shocking how big he’s gotten.” Petra cooed as Byron cuddled into his aunt. “My baby boy’s growing so fast.” 

“Is this normal?” Mara asked suddenly as Byron snuck his head under her jaw. Crow turned and laughed. 

“Surprisingly yes, he always liked to rest his head on people's shoulders, but spending so much time with the Eliksni seems to have made him tuck his head under people’s jaws as best as he can.” Glint pointed out as he watched. “He only does that to people he feels safe around, or when he’s tired.” 

“Perhaps he’s not as good of a judge of character as we previously thought.” The warlock mumbled just loud enough for Mara to hear.  

“Amusing.” Mara deadpanned with a roll of her eyes as she adjusted Byron into a better position, feeling him trying to reach out to her, though she tried to be cordial to his attempts. “However there’s at least one person I’d hope he’d know better than to trust.”  

Those in attendance gave the Queen a puzzled look as they tried to work out who she meant. However, Crow spoke up almost immediately. “Osuna.” 

“I wouldn’t anticipate her ever leaving the Distributary nor seeking us out... However if she ever did, I would do everything within my power to keep him from her.” Mara spat, the venom in her voice becoming audible. “She is not to be trusted with Byron, nor do I think she should ever learn of his existence. The damage she could cause would be unimaginable.”  

“I’d have to agree with you.” Crow nodded, looking at his boyfriend. “Our mother shouldn’t be allowed to see him, or for her to learn about him.”  

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“What are you all doing here?”  

Salone stood rooted to the spot as the portal behind her thrummed with life. At the viewing window sat Shjuk, Horti and Koron. The Two Titans and the Psion looked up as she entered, their backs straightening as they realized who had just stepped through.  

“You were not here looking over your friend, so we decided to watch in your place.” Shjuk gestured to Ahsa’s slumbering form. “Until you returned.”  

“I.. Thank you. You didn’t need to but I appreciate the gesture.” Salone nodded, slowly walking forward. “You three already had my respect, you know.”  

“Do friends not help one another out?” Koron asked, turning to face Ahsa once more. “It did not seem right to leave her here without someone watching over her.” 

“We owe it to you and Ahsa for helping us get one step closer to following the Witness. You two have put yourselves through so much, it was time we returned the favor.” Horti nodded as Salone took her place next to the trio, a small smile on her face. 

“Maybe working with the Ulurans and the Eliksni won’t be such a bad idea after all. I mean if they’re anything like you three, maybe we’ll be alright.” Salone chuckled. “A shame Asher wasn’t here to see it.”  

“Asher Mir?” Koron asked suddenly, standing up. When Salone nodded an odd weapon materialized in his hand, the pommel pressed into the floor. “He is aware. It turns out that he’s alive somehow in the Vex Network. A harpy also lives in our Clan house, using code to repeat the word “Assistant”. It was with his help that I got this.”  

“I’ve never seen a weapon like this before... what is it?” Salone asked, as Koron held it out to her to inspect.  

“Vexcalibur, a special glaive forged within the Vex Network. Being a Sacred Splicer, Misraakskel asked me to aid him in unraveling this weird signal he found. Asher Mir gifted us with this for aiding him.” Koron chuckled as Salone tried the weapon out.  “Do you like it?”  

“It’s not my kind of thing, but it has good weight to it. It could just be the look though.” Salone laughed, handing the weapon back to him. “Reminds me of this old story about a sword called Excalibur.” 

“I’m vaguely aware...” Koron groaned, remembering how Eido had gushed over the story, however he had tuned her out for a while as she had spoken. “Tidalkel was able to back it up.”  

“Speaking of, where is she anyway?”  

“There was an outburst earlier and a meeting was arranged to inform the Empress of Ahsa’s words.” Horti groaned. “She’s probably with the Empress, and I can only imagine how she’s going to react...”      

“You’re joking!”  

Zavala winced at the sheer volume of Tidal’s voice as she leaned onto the war table glaring across the bright surface at the Vanguard. He knew this wasn’t going to go over well, but what else was new at this point. 

“I wasn’t working with the Vanguard but I was REQUESTED by both the Vanguard and the Empress to take down Savathun, it took all six of us to take her down, to prevent her from sealing the Traveler away to stop her scheming, and now you’re telling me you want to resurrect her!?” Tidal’s finger angrily stabbed the tabletop. “So that mission was all just in vain!?”  

“You’re not stopping her?” The leader of the Blind Legion whispered to Caiatl. The Empress smirked and shook her head.  

“She is Uluran, and she speaks the truth from her heart. She has a right to be upset, and speak her mind. It is no different from how we feel.” Caiatl murmured, watching the scene unfold. “I will let her say her piece.”  

“It will not be without its precautions.” Ikora started as Tidal’s fist hit the table, rattling a few cups.  

“You think I'll believe that? I’ve seen that episode before, and know what happened? Mara had to eat crow, Savathun got away and died where we couldn’t stop the plans she put in motion and here we are. It’s too risky to let her come back!” Tidal yelled, sounding furious.  

“Enough!” Caiatl raised her voice making Tidal jump. “I understand your reservations Field Commander, but I’ve already made my decision. While it’s an unpopular decision, I support Ikora and Eris Morn to resurrect Savathun, if only to gain valuable information. After that, Savathun can be laid to waste.” 

“You too?” Tidal asked, her jaw dropping in shock. 

“One of the conditions her Ghost demanded, was that we attack her sister, Xivu Arath. If defeating her is the price we must pay for that information, then so be it.” Caiatl raised her tusks in a challenge to the Guardian. “Do you have any further concerns?” 

Tidal was silent for a moment. “No. Nothing that’s meaningful.”  

“Good, then we’re in agreement.” Caiatl turned to Ikora. “We will leave it with you Ikora.”  

“Eris needs time to prepare. I shall take my leave to help her.” Ikora nodded as Tidal spoke up once more. “Permission to be excused Empress?”  

“Denied. I wish to speak to you privately once our meeting has concluded.” 

The Titan’s brow twitched. “Alright.” 

Saladin let out a quiet snort, his gaze focused on the Empress as the war council continued with their affairs for a further two hours. When the summit broke, he stayed behind to watch. Something told him to stay just in case. Not that there was any Danger, but that his insight could help. 

“This is about my outburst, isn't it?” Tidal asked, unaware of the eavesdropping wolf. 

“No, I respect you enough to voice your mind. I recognise that my decision is unprecedented, and given the past, I understand how you feel about Savathun’s return.” Caiatl hummed removing her helmet. “Have you seen much combat lately?” 

“Enough to keep my skills sharp... I did aid the Iron Warbeasts in protecting Ahsa, and I have been fighting across the system to help out here and there... Why?”  

“Your moods have become unpredictable. One moment you’re quiet and seem... Broken. The next you join in with the cheer of your Warband... Other times you bear the rage of someone twice your size.” Caiatl leaned against the table as she looked over the Titan. “It is troubling.” 

“It’s a process, and it sometimes takes me a while to move past things, but this? Bringing back Savathun makes it feel like everything I did was in vain, like I wasted my time and energy. It's invalidating.” Tidal shook her head angrily. 

“I’m sure you’re not alone, however perhaps there is something to be gained by this.” Caiatl hummed, drumming her fingers on the table. “As I’ve begun to see by the Coven of Light.”  

That caught Tidal’s attention. “You’ve spoken with them then?”  

“I still have my reservations, however their interests align with ours in the Coalition. I’m open to listening to them for the time being... that Hunter one seems to be more reasonable of their group.” Caiatl put her hand on Tidal’s shoulder. “I know you do not like it and how closely you hold our traditions, but this once, I ask you to aid in the process wo revive the Witch Queen.” 

“Can it be indirectly or does it have to be directly?”  

“However you feel. I understand you’re still working on that project of yours.” 

“It’s helping me with my grief. It actually feels nice to work on more minor things for once, to let someone else lead while I pull myself together.” Tidal’s lips pulled into the ghost of a smile. “I’ll show you when it’s done, which should hopefully be soon.” 

“I look forward to it.... now what of Shjuk, Horti and Koron? I had assumed they’d be here.” Caiatl rolled her shoulders while Tidal hopped on onto a chair. 

“Salone’s looking after something in the Tower, so they decided to watch over Ahsa until she gets back. They all seem to get along which is good. You’d like Salone, she’s a soldier like me. She just needs to readjust to her surroundings.”  

“I understand. Perhaps you could introduce us some time.” 

“She may need time to learn to trust you. This isn’t the same world that she knew before the Pyramids made the planets vanish.” Tidal shook her head. “I’m glad she’s alive though, I missed talking to her... Heh, she was a good sparring partner back in the day and she helped me hone my skills as a Striker. Not sure how she’ll take this though.” 

Saladin had to break his silence at last. “Lion, you’ve always had a more open mind. Even if you won’t work on the mission directly, any assistance you can offer will be a boon to us. We would appreciate anything you have to offer.” 

Tidal looked up at him, reluctant. “I don’t exactly want to fight Savathun again, I have a feeling this will only end badly for us.”  

“Then take solace that we’ll be ready to face her if she does. You’ve killed her twice, you can do it again if need be.” Saladin smirked. “And this time, you’ll have a small army at your back when you do.”  

“I don’t like it, and I don’t want to be the tip of the spear for this but... Fine, I'll do it. I trust your judgment enough.” Tidal frowned and looked away. 

-/-        

Ikora watched as the clans took to the field for the Clan Wars finals. Although it had been somewhat rushed, the movement of the event had proved to be a good decision. The Solstice of Heroes was a far better time to honor those who had fallen and served to bolster morale.  

She looked at the large screen with a soft smile. The Lost Lions had again secured a spot in the finals, and each wore a red scarf in honor of their fallen Clanmate and friend. Ikora knew their heats ached, none more than Crow and his sister. However on that note... 

Once more, the Clan had chosen to wear warpaint however they chose to wear it at the beginning of the match. Once more, Crow had painted over his face tattoos and had drawn the same markings on Tidal’s face. The only difference now was that somehow the two had convinced Mara to join them. The Queen indulging in such a practice was a bit amusing but also pointed to the bond the three had formed. 

Byron seemed to enjoy it, trying to reach for the markings on his Aunt’s face only for Petra to laugh and pull her son away, reminding him that he was too young for the facepaint. Off to the side she could see Crow’s partner aching to hold the boy while they watched Crow fight. It almost made her want to laugh at the cute scene. 

Niik was no better off, with her hatchlings reaching for the Awoken infant, wanting to play. That would change soon enough, as the hatchlings were enraptured with their father when he fought or sparred. Though to be fair, they didn’t get to watch crucible matches often, and for good reason. 

A chime in her ear caught her attention and she stepped away to take the call, trying to move to a quiet area. It was from one of her Hidden, she had to take it. “Report?”  

“Stone-00653. I’ve been tailing that New Light Hunter I’ve told you about. There’s been a development.” 

“I figured as such, your last report mentioned that you suspected that they were onto you.” Ikora hummed. “I’m assuming they noticed you were tailing them?”  

“Her Ghost did, and in true Hunter fashion, she outsmarted me and caught me in a trap. That trap took an advanced level of skill, far too advanced for a New Light. I mean, not even I would be able to do something like that yet.” Stone admitted. “That means that either she’s learning from another Guardian OR she knew that skill in her past life.” 

That struck Ikora. That was unusual. “This is the Hunter who’s wearing Cayde’s stolen cloak right?” 

“Yeah. We actually got to talk and this Hunter’s Ghost –Rizen and Wilde if I’m not mistaken- and they both refused to come to the City. Apparently, she wishes to protect this family as best as she can and she’s trying to convince them to come to the City.” Stone continued, sounding uneasy. “But this is where things get weird, bordering on interesting. Apparently the cloak may not be the only thing that’s stolen.”  

Now, Ikora was annoyed. “Explain.”  

“Well, she’s got some advanced looking Guardian armor... I THINK I remember Amanda wearing it a few times throughout the years. Not only that but she’s also got Amanda’s scarf and goggles... and one of her Weapons.”  

“Rizen I remember well. She took a liking to Amanda, but I haven’t seen her since Tidal and Amanda’s wedding. She was still searching for her partner... However it wouldn’t explain how this Wilde got Cayde’s cloak or an advanced gearset, unless Rizen stole it... wait what weapon was stolen?”  

“The Shotgun. Chaperone I think it’s called?” 

Ikora’s heart dropped. “I’ll have to ask the Lions to search their Armory. I know Tidal had a variant she used, but Amanda’s was custom. The only other Chaperone in existence was Nora Holiday’s and it was buried with her. I was hoping to avoid this...”  

“Well I can’t confirm it right now, but you’d better do it sooner than later. Whoever Wilde is, she sounds a lot like Amanda and she did say she plans to look for her wife at some point.” 

Ikora’s heart stopped, almost going deaf as the match started behind her. No.... “Are you certain it was her voice?”  

“I’ve only heard it in recordings myself, but... I haven’t seen her face yet and she’s probably going to try to avoid that now that we had contact.” 

“Keep an eye on her Stone. Let me know if there’s any updates.” Ikora swallowed her mouth dry.  Stone grunted and the line went dead. She wasn’t prepared for this, who was? She looked across the spectator box, seeing Zavala watching her, looking... she wasn’t sure how. She waved him over, knowing what she had to do.  

“Ikora?”  

“Zavala, we have a lead on who stole Cayde’s cloak and Amanda’s belongings, however I ask that you keep this to yourself for now and prepare yourself for what I have to tell you.” Ikora glanced at the others, noticing their focus on the match. “One of my Hidden reported weeks ago about a new Light Hunter wandering the EDZ and protecting a family. The Agent managed to make contact with the Hunter named Wilde, and her Ghost Rizen.”  

“Ah, Rizen we know. Is the belief that Rizen stole Cayde’s cloak?”  

“The cloak, Amanda’s scarf, goggles and her old Guardian armor, possibly Tidal’s Chaperone... OR Amanda’s.” Ikora’s lips pressed into a thin line as Zavala’s brow furrowed.  

“Why would Rizen do that? Especially Chaperone. Tidal buried Amanda with it, and with how close they were, you’d think Rizen would respect Amanda enough to leave it be.” 

“And that leads us to the working theory. Wilde may very well be Amanda, risen as a Guardian.”  

Zavala’s face twisted into shock. “Are you certain!?” 

“My Hidden only heard Amanda’s voice in recordings, but is waiting to see her face to confirm, however she said Wilde’s voice does sound similar and eventually, she’ll go looking for Tidal.” Ikora turned back to the match.  

“Ikora... don’t give me false hope... And especially not the clan.” Zavala began to plead before watching the match as well. “You know what will happen.”  

“I know, but I need to tell them eventually. And keep Stone away from them.” Ikora agreed. “Stone’s a lot like Amanda as is and as a new Light, it’s a big risk.” 

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“So, you eventually came crawling back to us in the end. You know, I didn’t think you’d be so stupid.”   

“Immaru, I suggest you shut up while you have the chance.” Delta warned as Tidal worked on Whisper of the Worm. Immaru’s shell narrowed around his eye, shooting an ugly look at Delta.   

“Who are you to tell me what to do Valiant? You need my help. Can’t do that if I’m not runnin’ my little mouth. Maybe if you weren’t so prissy and uptight, you’d learn somethin’.” Immaru taunted, making Delta’s shell quiver in rage.  

“Up yours!” Delta shouted as Immaru laughed.  

“Oh stop, it’s not like you can do shit to me.”   

“Big talk from someone within crushing distance.” Tidal finally spoke up, looking up at the Ghosts above her head. Immaru looked down with a glower, knowing the Titan would make good on her threat. She had proven as much when she almost turned him into a stressball. “Besides, didn’t you once tell us ‘catch me if you can glow bugs.’?”  

“Oooh, someone remembered what I said. I guess you’re not so stupid after all.” Immaru floated down, staying just out of arm’s reach of the Titan.  

“You know, when I crush Hive Ghosts I feel a little bad. I mean they could have changed, and I only do it because I have to...” Tidal smiled, but now at her words. “You however, I’d make an exception for.”   

“You bitch!” Immaru yelled as the sound of transmats fired behind him.  

“Oh please, I’ve been called worse by far better people. I call myself a bitch and even worse, do you think that bothers me any?”  

“You really think you’re cool huh? Some tough macho self-righteous Lightbearer, trying to prove me wrong. I know your type, you’re all talk and action against those you think are undeserving of the Light.”   

“If that were the case, many of us wouldn’t be alive.” Koron growled, making the Hive Ghost turn around. Fireteam Leo walked up to them as Immaru drifted backwards.   

“Yeah well maybe this one has a heart that’s as soft as her head. At least our titans aren’t half as- OOF!! Hey!”  

“I’m not even going to pretend that was an accident. Keep your insults to yourself asshole.” Delta huffed as he picked himself back up, watching as Immaru shook himself from the sudden collision from above.   

“Go to hell!”   

“Fuck you!”   

“Ok, I'm cutting you both off. Let the record show that this is the fifth time Delta’s ever used the word fuck.” Tidal snickered, looking around the group before her. “Sovreign, Callista, I thank you two for taking point on this.”  

“No problem. It’s going to be nice to lead a mission like this again, reminds me of old times.” The Hunter nodded eying Whisper. “Eris asked me to warn you not to use that when you help us. It will mess with the tithes since Xol takes them.”  

“Damn... oh well, maintenance doesn’t hurt.” Tide shrugged looking at her brother. “Where’s Mara?”  

“Speaking to Eris before a meeting with Caiatl. The Empress mentioned something about how nice it is to finally see the Awoken at the table on a regular bias.” Crow raised his brows as Tidal, Shjuk and Horti snorted loudly. “I see Petra and I weren’t the only ones she said that to.”   

“She has a point.” Tidal snorted, standing up. “Before now, the only time Mara showed up to talk with Caiatl present was when Ana had to defend Rasputin. Caiatl has every right to be peeved.”   

“What I wouldn’t do to hear their meetings.” Shjuk murmured wistfully.   

"Well then I’ll leave you to it.” Tidal began to tuck her supplies away before standing up. “Herbert and I have got more training to do. He’s taking me to his mother’s old school today.”  

“Is he still teaching you the ways of the samurai?” Sovereign asked curiously, his voice softening. After Tidal had been cleared for active duty, Herbert had offered to help Tidal recover after Amanda’s passing. It had involved teaching her samurai skills, starting from square one and giving her something to focus on while she rebuilt herself. The Hunter knew what he was doing as his training had helped her greatly.   

“Yeah, the swordplay is one of the few styles I don’t know, so it makes sense for me to learn it and adapt it to my own use. The philosophy adds context and has life lessons that help put things into perspective.”  

“Damn, I was hoping you’d join us.” Sovereign crossed his arms, glaring at Immaru who was trying to stare down Delta. Despite the size difference due to his shell, Immaru was apparently losing the battle.  

“Maybe I’ll take her place.” Shjuk smirked, tipping her tusks upwards a bit as she hefted a large weapon. “I need to calibrate this further.  I have no love for the Hive, but some of their weaponry is equally as effective as it is powerful.”  

“You really love that Hive boomer.” Koron remarked before Horti scoffed.  

“It’s one of the few weapons that fits her hands. Besides, Deus Erdis provides many uses. Even we recognize that.” Shjuk snorted in agreement with the Psion.  

“Don’t worry, I’ll help out from time to time, but dealing with Hive magic isn’t on my priorities right now.” Tidal shrugged, standing up and nodding at Immaru. “Keep a close eye on that one. He may be a misery loving vampire, but he’s still a sly fucker.”  

“I remember his escape.” Shjuk snorted, steam erupting from her flaring nostrils. “He is a coward, willing to retreat or relinquish hold on everything if it means his survival, and yet he makes snide remarks from safety.”  

“I’m right here you space rhino.” Immaru bristled. “I’m not deaf.”  

“You heard what I had to say because I wanted you to hear my words.” Shjuk’s gold eyes shifted to glare at the Hive Ghost. “And your existence will continue because I allow it. Bear that in mind little coward.”  

Horti nodded in agreement. “We have no love for the Hive nor their Ghosts should they stay their course. We’re cooperating simply because Savathun is but a step in our pursuit of the Witness.”  

“Yeah yeah. A lotta words to say that you need me.” The Hive Ghost grumbled.  

“Well we should head off to the Oubliette, start gathering those tithes.” Sovereign jerked his head at his fireteam. “We won’t get them by sitting on our hands.”  

“What is an... Oobe-lee-it?” Koron asked slowly, trying the word out and frowning. Shjuk shared his expression, not enjoying the word at all.   

“It doesn’t seem to match the Human standard, uh.. English I mean.” Horti pointed out, looking to the Earthborn. Crow, Sovereign and Callista shrugged, turning to look at Tidal.   

“What? Oh! Oubliette is a French word from the root word oublier which translates into “forget” or “to forget.” Basically an Oubliette was a dungeon or a pit where undesirables or prisoners were thrown into, basically to rot and be forgotten about. It usually had a hatch or grate over the entrance that couldn’t be reached from the inside. It was used long ago in our more ancient history.” Tidal explained as she checked her weapons.   

“Given how Savathun spent a lot of time around humanity, it makes sense that she’d pick up on our words and concepts... Even words from other languages, though The English language has a habit of stealing words and phrases from other languages.” Tidal shrugged as she stood up.   

“Never have I been so glad to work with someone who knows French.” The Exo groaned as Tidal waked away, Crow hot on her heels.  

“Friendly reminder that most of my knowledge and experience with French is of the Canadian dialect!” She called over her shoulder before the siblings transmatting away.  

“Yeah good, get lost glowstick.” Immaru grumbled, rolling his eye.   

“You know I really can’t tell why you’re not liked Immaru.” Callista rolled her eyes as the Ghost turned to her. “You know how to be real.”  

“Yeah, a real cunt.” Koron snorted, watching as the others chuckled around him. Immaru bristled.   

“You know being offensive doesn’t make you seem tough.” He snarled as Verdant peeked out of her perch in Koron’s scarf.   

“Why not? Seems to work well enough for you.” She shot back.  

“Traitor.”  

“At least the Eliksni had begun working and living with humanity before we started to raise them. You KNEW you were raising a Hive god, one who knew it was her only way out.” Verdant rose out of her makeshift nest.  

“Control your Ghost.” Immaru snarled at Koron, watching the Captain raise his brows.  

“I will once you- how did you once put it.. Oh! Once you ‘play nice.’” Koron scoffed, watching the Hive Ghost drift closer.  

“Listen pal... You just need to admit that you guardians need me. Without me, you’d have no way to follow the Witness or- ACK!”   

Immaru cried out, finding himself suddenly between Koron’s claws. The Ghost peered out between the Eliksni’s fingers, trembling as he realized that he has underestimated the Eliksni Titan's speed.

“You were saying?” Koron murmured coolly, his eyes now narrowed. “Go ahead, give me a reason.”   

“Koron.” Soverigen warned, watching the lightbearer release the Ghost with a scalding glare.  

“Shjuk’s right Immaru.” Koron warned, baring his teeth behind his rebreather.  

“About what?”  

“You exist because we allow it, and you will end because we demand it.” Sovereign growled, stepping up to Koron’s side. “You are at OUR mercy. Remember that.”  

“Watch yourselves.” Immaru warned as he bristled.  

“Or what? You’ll tell Mommy Savathun when she wakes up?” Soverigen’s brow plate raised as Harbinger appeared over his Guardian's head.

“Savathun’s not my ‘mommy’ you prick.”  

“Right, it’s Eris. Our mistake.” Callista smirked.  

“There’s something wrong with ALL of you!” Immaru shouted, making the Lightbearers suspect that his face would be turning red with anger if he had been Awoken or human.  

“It may just be Humanity, little Coward. They have an odd fascination with larger females stepping on them.” There was a twinkle in Shjuk’s eye as she lifted her head to point the tips of her tusks into the sky. “I recall the first time that she stepped into the HELM while Guardians watched, someone quietly said something about wanting the Empress to step on them. They were quickly silenced.”  

“It was that female Hunter in the far back.” Horti smirked as the Guardians around him snickered.  

“Organic freaks.” Immaru huffed indignantly.  

“You need to get out more”. Oblivion rolled her eye, hovering above Callista’s shoulder. “You’re way too uptight, even more than Delta. You just try to hide it behind a facade... That or you’re masking how you feel. Either way you don’t seem like the type who likes to be vulnerable.”  

Immaru turned sharply towards her but remained silent. Apparently, a nerve had been struck.  

“Anyway, we should get straight into business. Those tithes aren’t going to gather themselves and I want to look into those tarot cards that Eris mentioned.” Callista grinned and clasped her hands together. “It’s been ages since I did a reading and I’m interested to see if there’s any difference between a normal deck and what Eris was talking about.”  

“Oh no, not this shit again.” the red Exo groaned loudly. “You honestly believe in that crap?”  

“I’m not saying that Divination or Tarrot cards are always the be all end all or that the readings are set in stone. It’s just interesting, something that makes you think or shift your perspective about the goings on in your life babe.” the warlock turned to her husband.  

“And once again, I’m reminded just how odd human practices can be.” Koron shook his head.  

“Says the member of a race who uses sexual compatibility as a pre-requisite for selecting a mate.” Shjuk snorted in amusement, looking at her friend.  

“Female Ulurans use their tusks to fight for mates and to protect them. Not to mention, the ritualistic battles done to reaffirm bonds.” Koron gave her a pointed look, crossing both sets of arms over his chest, making Horti laugh.  

“Point taken... What’s the human word for that again?” Shjuk looked to her left where Tor'rhag was resting in the cowl of her armor.  

 “Touché.” the Ghost’s accented voice came from within the blue fur of her collar.  

“Mmm... touche.” Shjuk nodded her head.  

“Perhaps it’s better to admit that each of our people have their odd little cultural... quirks.” Horti suggested checking his weapons over.  

“That is something I could agree with.” Shjuk nodded, hefting Deus Erdis.