Alright folks, my wife and son are out of town this weekend, so I sat down to write some. Not entirely sure how, but I managed to bang out an entire second part in one sitting, so the editing might not be as good as normal; I was really excited to get more of this out there. As usual, please let me know what you think, positive or negative, and thank you for reading. If you didn't read part one, its here: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/120935319/0/0 The four Titans jogged along what had once been a road. Concrete and tar had broken over the centuries, giving way to nature. Trees stood tens of feet tall where once there were people crammed into cars hoping to arrive at work on time. There had been a revolution in the former Soviet block once the Traveler arrived, just like every where else in the solar system. Unlike so much of the Earth at that time though, there was actually room to expand, to build, and to thrive. There was so much room that space shuttles could be launched with minimal disturbance to the public, so the Cosmodrome had been built; it was humanity's launching pad into a new, and much more habitable system. By the time the City was constructed though, the center of space development was little more than a shell. Fallen had taken as much as they could carry during the initial Golden Age raids and humans had gutted the rest to help supply the City with basic desires, once called necessities. Years had created warped versions of glasshouses with nature blooming in the once clean halls. Were death not so prominent, then perhaps someone could stop and appreciate the spectacle, one of beauty and uncountable loss. There was never time for such pleasantries, especially not for the small team heading into the Comsodrome's ancient husk. “Vell, where the hell is that Warlock of yours?” Krace looked to his side, hoping for a more specific reply finally. He couldn't help but stop and smile at how ridiculous the fellow human looked. His normal armor adorned with a broom melted to the top of his head. Krace couldn't say anything though; he along with Yvette had followed Saint-14's example. All apparently to make them more visible for a sniper hidden out there somewhere in the brush. “He'll be here, but on his own time.” Saint interrupted the conversation with his ever-even tone, “Message him again; we're only about five minutes out at this pace.” There was a strange voice from behind them, one that flitted between syllables awkwardly beyond any form of dialect. It sounded as if the speaker's tongue hated the idea of speaking English, favoring something much more unique. “That won't be necessary.” The four Titans stopped in their tracks, turned, and raised their guns only to see an Awoken standing before them. Cayde-5 radioed in just then, “Oh gǒupì! Something just teleported behind you all!” Saint-14 grimaced to himself and said quietly, “Cayde, we are going to have to work on your response time.” He then brought his sights up to ready, aimed at the Awoken, and said, “Are you the Voidwalker I called for?” “He is, sir!” Vell quickly brought his scout rifle down and stepped in front of his fellow Titans, “Stand down.” “Such... Vigilance or maybe paranoia?” The Awoken smiled broadly, his purple-tinted skin making such a smile appear brilliantly white. His hair was unkempt, wild, an after thought compared to the derisive thoughts constantly bombarding any true Warlock's mind. In contrast, his eyes were equally wild, but in energy, in thought, as if he were focused on four different conversations happening elsewhere in his mind. They were purple, like his skin, and darkened into his pupils, glowing faintly like the Void from which he derived his power. His clothes helped accent the Darkness-treading aspect of his order. No helmet, they were cumbersome. Light gloves, boots, and long coat all perfectly black and kept simple in stitching, emblems, and decoration. Vell turned to the Warlock and replied, “Sorry Revenant, we're in a rush here, trying to get to the Devil's Ketch before they take off.” “Wait, wait wait...” Krace chuckled, “Revenant? Really? That's your name. You've got to be kidding me. That's ridiculous!” Vell turned to look at his compatriot as the Awoken replied, “No, not my name. My name this side of the Reef perhaps, but not the one that saw the day and the night coalesce over the Jovian skies. As for... Ridiculous... I believe you all have brooms on your heads.” Krace's face may have been covered by his helmet, but his body language spoke perfectly the retort that was to follow. Instead, Yvette stepped forward and cut them all off, “I'm sorry, but do we really have time for this?” Saint-14 turned his back on the group and broke into a jog, calling over his shoulder. “Yvette is right. Form up, Yvette and Krace take the flanks. Vell, take the rear. Revenant, stay between us and pick off what you can.” The other Titans followed their orders immediately, falling in line and momentarily leaving Revenant to stand motionless with his head cocked in curiosity. Falling behind, he shook his head and then called inward, tapping into his light, to disappear in a flash of indigo light that shone and swallowed light in the same instance. There was a second where the Warlock simply didn't seem to exist until he appeared as assigned in the midst of the Titans with the same burst of light yet dark. “Another Reef-born? Now, what is a crow doing so far from its nest?” Yvette glared at the man through her visor and replied sharply, “I'm not a crow and the Reef is not my nest.” “What's a-” She added quickly, “Its nothing, Krace. Leave it be.” Revenant shrugged and looked behind him, “Well, dear Messenger, at least you can't be the only one this time. You know I won't die here.” Saint-14 had heard enough, “Keep the conversation to a minimal and only focused on what is in front of you.” He then added to himself, “Ghost, connect with everyone's Ghost, open continuous communication between all of us.” After a moment, he continued, “Cayde-5, we are about to breach the building. Do you have eyes on it?” “Sure do; looks like your best point of entry is a blown out staircase. I can be there in two minutes.” “Negative. Climb the structure; there has been enough damage to it that you will be able to take shots from there.” He turned his head back to the others and added, “This is your last opportunity to leave; this is a voluntary operation.” None of the Titans replied, knowing that continuing to run was all the answer their commander needed. Revenant continued to smile that bright, toothy smile, occasionally blinking from existence to skip a few steps along the path. Cayde-5 watched the five enter the structure and cursed to himself, “Gorramit, I should be in there.” The Hunter holstered his sniper rifle and pushed his cloak back, breaking into a full sprint to cut the gap in between him and the group. His eyes darted around the rusted, crumbling building's exterior wall, looking for enough jutting pieces to scale it quickly. His Ghost chimed in, “This is probably for the best; we'll be able to stay safe and assist as needed.” “How long have we been together now? Safe? Really? Not for me.” He decided on a series of pipes to climb up to the roof. Cayde jumped to them effortlessly and seemed to barely grab the pipe with each hand as he flew to the top. With a final strong pull, he rolled over the lip of the roof and stood, expecting a panorama of the sky and the Cosmodrome's abandoned, ruined ships. “Tā mā de me... Uh, Saint? Gonna be a minute with that back up.” Fallen skiffs were lifting off in the dozens from the center of the Cosmodrome, filling the sky as they evacuated. The expanse of the roof had just as many Fallen running across it, heading to where their drop ships were housed. The ships were scattering in every direction, trying to spread out before jumping into hyperspace. One of those skiffs happened to be heading in Cayde's direction and saw him at the roof's edge. He only had a split second to roll away and take cover behind an air conditioning unit as an arc blast erupted where he had been previously standing. “Ghost! What were you saying about safer?”