The Debate Delta sat slumped against the wall in the Vanguard hall, listening to the squalor. All around him the Vanguard and other guardians argued with one another. “We cannot green light any operations if our guardians are being controlled!” asserted Zavala. “It will not be a problem much longer once we know who has ghosts and who doesn’t,” responded Ikora. “How will we know for sure?” cut in Shaxx. Cayde lifted himself from the wall he was leaning against. “I have already sent out a transmission to all guardians,” said the Hunter. “They are all to come home for an evaluation. Those who do not show their faces in twenty-four hours are our suspects.” Zavala shook his head. “That’s not fast enough. The Hive hold their Key Blade now. We need to know who we can trust before we face the full force of our own moon!” “Let’s start with the people in this room,” said Shaxx. Everyone looked around the table at the faces that debated, and the faces that had stayed silent. There were ten guardians in total, including Delta, many of them too uncomfortable to speak. There were the three Vanguard leaders, Shaxx, a now healed Ross, Delta, who still sat against the wall waiting for the opportune moment, and four of the guardians that had their ghosts freed from the lab on Everest. It was one of these newly freed guardians that spoke next. “If I may be so bold…” The guardian that now spoke was named Lassiter, a Sunsinger Warlock. “I understand the discontent with the situation, and I know that many of you must despise us right now because of the decisions we made. But, I ask you, what would you have done? Most of us have already died many times, only to be revived by our ghosts. We know very well what the dark embrace of death feels like. Then suddenly, my ghost is taken away, and I am faced with the reality that should I die again, I will never come back. I have never felt such fear before…” The Warlock had trailed off in his thoughts, but Solomon, a Defender Titan, picked up where he left off. “Lassy here speaks the truth. It was a fear we all faced, but Delta freed us from that hell.” The other guardians grunted in agreement, but Delta winced at Solomon’s words. He was glad they were able to free the ghosts, but Delta knew better than anyone that Sayyed didn’t need them. He just wished he knew why. “The people we should be worried about, are the ones that ripped our ghosts from us in the first place,” said Solomon. Delta nodded. The Titan was right about that, but the Key Blade was their main priority now. Ikora was the one to vocally express that concern. “We cannot chase an underground terrorist organization while the Hive operate a super weapon above our heads,” she said. "But if we survive this, we will not rest until the Defense is destroyed." Delta saw his chance. “So let’s take out the super weapon,” he said, standing up. Everyone’s attention fell on Delta as he continued. “We are wasting time here,” he began. “Every moment we argue, we give the Hive another moment to strike.” He turned to Zavala. “Commander, I am officially asking permission to launch a raid into the core of the moon to retrieve the Key Blade, and destroy it.” The room became completely silent. Zavala’s brow furrowed as he processed the exo’s request. “Do you realize the gravity of what you are trying to accomplish?” said Zavala. Delta simply nodded. “It’s time to stop playing games,” he said forcefully. “This could mean the end of the Traveler and humanity as we know it. I will destroy the Hive’s weapon, or die trying.” Zavala began to pace, thinking hard. The room quietly awaited his decision. Finally Zavala turned back to Delta. “I admire your confidence,” he said. “To be honest, it doesn’t seem like we have much of a choice. You have my permission.” Delta relaxed, relieved to receive the okay from Zavala. Delta would have gone with or without Zavala’s permission, but the backing of the Vanguard would help tremendously. “I’m going to need a team,” he said. Ross’s hand immediately shot up. “I will go with you. I owe you that much.” “As do I!” said Adriar stepping forward from behind the others. “I will back you in this venture.” Delta nodded. “Thank you.” Solomon slammed his fist on the table. “Screw it!” he said. “I’m coming too!” Lassiter crossed his arms and dipped his head, conflicted, but quickly looked up again. “Ah, to hell with it,” he said, looking at Delta. “You helped me, it’s only right that I return the favor.” The team had quickly grown to five members. They only needed one more. Delta turned to the only person in the room that hadn’t spoken up yet. Near the far wall, a Hunter stood silently. “Kane?” called Delta. “Would you be willing to join us?” Kane shuffled his feet in discomfort. “Look Delta,” he said, “I appreciate everything you’ve done for us. Really, I do. But I am just a scout. I’m not cut out for suicide missions.” Delta was disappointed, but nodded anyway. “I understand,” he said. “I’ll go!” said a voice on the other end of the hall. Delta turned to see Alexandra walking towards them. “Sorry I’m late!” she said. “I got held up.” Delta was relieved to see her. He hadn’t spoken to her since the attack. Zavala seemed skeptical. “Now wait a minute I-” Delta held up his hand. “It’s ok,” he said, then turned to Alex. “I would be happy to have you.” Zavala was clearly annoyed but decided to let it go. “Alright,” he said. “Delta, you have your team. Now go. Destroy the Blade, and do not fail. The fate of the Last City, and perhaps even the entire planet, may very well depend on this operation.” Delta nodded and addressed his companions. “You heard him, team,” he said. “Let’s go kick some ass!” [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1371758/226335700/0/0]Chapter 11[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/224417569?page=0&sort=0&showBanned=0&path=1]The Hub[/url]