As the sun starts dipping behind the Mountains like a solar eclipse, the sky erupts into a soft red, orange, purple hue. The Tower is busy with the bustle of Guardians and Civilians. In the distance, a soft boom echo’s the familiar sound of a Guardian ship dropping in from orbit. A Valkyrie-O5X comes into view. This ship does not follow the same flight pattern as the other ships approaching The Tower. People and Guardians alike look up and watch as the Valkyrie increases speed and engages a combat drop maneuver. The scream of the engines and external dampeners engaging is deafening as the Valkyrie slows from sonic, to sub sonic. Those in the area can see the com-trails spooling from the tips of the wings and the crafts nose. The Valkyrie banks sharply into a deep dive pulling up at the last moment and threads the needle as it flies beneath the concreate walkway, coming to a stop as it hovers within the main courtyard in a cloud of dust and leaves. There is a loud crackling hiss between the belly of the Valkyrie and the ground as a Warlock Guardian shimmers into view, floating slightly as his body composes into view. Within a second, the Warlock gracefully drops to the ground as the Valkyrie banks and its engines scream as it accelerates up into the sky leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. A loud boom can be heard in the distance. Those in The Tower can see that this Guardian is a seasoned Warlock. He holds out his hand as his Ghost materializes into view. The Warlock’s Ghost is encased in a Frontier Shell that shifts and moves. The Warlock nods to his Ghost. It darts around scanning the ground and quickly moves around the courtyard, while the Warlock follows behind. The Ghost darts back to the main area and scans one of the walls beneath the walkway, and marks a spot. “Here…” it says. The Warlock’s body erupts in flame as he casts Solar Grenades into the spot. Rock and Metal can be seen melting together. The Warlock keeps casting Solar Grenades into the spot and throws one more just as the flames that engulfed his body fade. Breathing heavily as steam rises from the Warlock’s armor, the Warlock waits until the molten rock and metal cools enough and he reaches behind his back as his armor pushes a Gjallarhorn up into his hand. He then takes the Gjallarhorn and pushes it into the cooling rock and metal, he reaches to his back waist as his armor pushes a plaque into his hand; and the Warlock does the same with the plaque as he did with the Gjallarhorn, offsetting it slightly. Slowly the rock and metal cools around the Gjallarhorn and plaque encasing parts of them in a makeshift memorial. The Warlock kneels to one knee with his arm resting on his knee, he slowly bows his head and remains in that position for a long time, as his Ghost hovers over his right shoulder and tilts forward slightly. After some time, the Warlock slowly rises and takes a step back. He opens his hand and his Ghost hovers over it and within a few moments the Ghost and the Warlock shimmer from view. A gust of wind blows the leaves and dust around where the Warlock once stood. As the fading sun moves from behind a Mountain range a beam of light hits the plaque causing it to illuminate with a warm golden glow. The group of onlookers who gathered in front of the makeshift memorial read the words on the plaque. “In Memory of the fallen Clan Mate of IML, Ajax who has fallen IRL. Know that your family IRL Loves you, your Creator Loves you, I Love you. A part of you will live on within our hearts and memories. Your Family and my Pack will forever remember you and your Light. May your Light continue to be our beacon and guide us from the darkness. You will be missed, but never forgotten. Guardian Down….”