1. https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/116408974/0/0 2. Without a Ghost, without a way to get home, we had to survive. After one day we were out of ammo. After three weeks I had eaten all my favorite snacks. After that, we were lost in the endless corridors and rooms of First Reach. I remember when I was on the brink of death, without anything to eat. Strat sat beside me clicking his Exo fingers on the floor, "I was saving this for such a time." He handed me a concentrated survival ration, without a word of gratitude I stuffed my face. "Long story short.." Strat recalled, "...I was once stuck on the Moon with a hole in my shotgun, Hive sword toting jerk you see. So, I found a crate of old rations a Guardian stashed who knows when ago. I plugged the hole with one, fired a round which carbonized the ration in place, fixing the hole. Ever since then I've carried one with me, even if it provides me no nutritional value." "Omph, hitsgourd. Thaonks.", I muttered as I chewed. I always respected the Hunters and their practicality. "It's only prolonging the problem Rhi. We need to get you some more tasty treats and eventually get both of us out of here." He was right, the microcollectors in my armor made finding water no problem, but food was my main issue. "Besides that I'm bored as all hell.", Strat joked. A moment of what would usually be awkward silence in any other situation passed. "We need, a map or something.", my voiced slowly reverberated in the hollow room. Strat jumped up, the servos clicking in his legs. "Brilliant! Why did I not think of that?! Let's go!" Before I could interject he marched off and was gone; leaving me alone with my gut wrenching hunger. Not sure how much time had passed, but I remember him saying, "Wake up, I found some stuff." "Nuuuh, five more minuets." I said as I rolled over in my sleep. "Hey, I'm serious. Look here, cake!" I sat up for cake, I'd sit up if I was dead for cake. "Okay it's not cake, but I'm sure you won't mind too much." Strat said with words that should never have been uttered. I yanked the the vile cakeless foodstuff from his hand, and bit right through the packaging. Stale, not surprising. Wait. Hand? Where..."Where is your other, arm?" I said while in stark disbelief of Strategy's missing appendage. "Oh that? About a day ago I found some more Fallen, they were doing what they do best, and I tried to take a five-fingered-discount. Remind me to never to do that again." How long was I asleep? Why does this place take and never give? "Dammit, dying sucks!", I yelled as feebly as I could. "Heh, tell me about it. Oh! Not exactly cake, but here is something you might like to chew on.", Strat said as he rummaged through some things with his only arm. "Here." He gave me a data pad, the screen was cracked, and had no power. But if I had learned anything in the Axiom libraries, it was how to make ancient data books work. A hour, a spare endura cell, and, *click-ti-ti-ti-tick* It still worked! In summary I read, First Reach: A place constructed by Earth's once many nations, on Antarctica which was considered neutral ground. A monumental project site to get humans to Mars, to understand the "T-Zero" entity. So the Traveller, we united to find you... I started smacking Strat in a fit of excitement without looking, "Hey, hey! This has a map! A map!" "First, lay off my face. Secondly, woo a map!", Strat exclaimed as he shielded his face from my excitement. If he could, he would have been smiling. Our map was incomplete, but what it did contain was the relative area we were in. Nearby, there was a "Perishables" room, a few hours journey and we found relative paradise. Inside contained vacuum packed emergency food packs abandoned when the facility became obsolete. They were beyond old, but with some seasoning, some boiling, and some more seasoning, just barely edible. Finally we had a foothold, a base, a place where we could begin our escape. I'd almost forgotten about the cake transgression. 3. https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/144184220/0/0