"And you are?" Anishia held her hand cannon dubiously, her grip on the firearm tightening. She looked around the room, her legs switching as she walked and examined her surroundings. "Chips, get outta sight, now," Anishia whispered to her ghost, as he complied and materialized into his guardian. "Who said that!? Come on out!" She hollered, the room echoing after her voice. "Hey, woah, keep it down. No need to be loud," The voice repeated. Anishia turned around and faced the front of the room as she saw a figure come out of the shadows. A Guardian. "A Titan!" She exclaimed, relieved that she has finally found who she was after. She kept her barrel aimed in his direction, but surprisingly he kept walking forward. He was unarmed, and much to Anishia's misfortune, he seemed un-intimidated. "Hey, buddy!" Anishia shouted to him. "Don't take another step! Stop right where you are!" She pulled the hammer back on her hand cannon to emphasize that she was not afraid to use her weapon. The Mysterious Titan did as He was told, raising his arms up for further compliance. "Look, I'm not sure exactly who you are, but I'm sure you were sent by the Vanguard. I knew that eventually they'd send a real guardian after me instead of those flimsy spy drones. But I'm not looking for any trouble." He spoke, calmly. "Any trouble?" She said, holding back a sarcastic chuckle. "Your stupid frames that seem to shoot everything on sight sure seem to be. Care to explain that?" The titan lowered his arms in confusion. "Wait, my frames were shooting at you..?" "Yes, they were. All of 'em. One even managed to dome me in the skull with a sniper rifle." The titan stood there in silence, still looking confused, as he seemed to ponder his past actions. "Becky?" He questioned out. Out of thin air, a Ghost materialized beside the titan. It's shell was a stagnant black, one could even call it pristine, and one major detail was that it had a small decorative pink bow on it. "Yes?" It answered, it's voice was feminine. "Run a diagnostic on all remaining frames in the building. And tell me their current programming." The titan told. "Of course, love," The titan's ghost, Becky, responded. She hummed a little tune as she floated innocently in the air, getting the information that the titan asked for. Anishia stood there, gun still drawn, as she was utterly confused. "Who even is this guy.." She said, under her breath, but loud enough for Chips to hear. "This is the guardian the Vanguard wanted dead or alive? He looks like he isn't sure what he's even doing.." Chips said. "Alright, so, you have about eighteen un-proggramed frames left. The ones you have deployed have been destroyed, obviously, and their setting before then was 'Armed.'" Becky said to the titan, where he looked to be even more visibly confused. "Armed? I had them armed? Are you sure?" He asked. "Positive." "I can vouch for that." Anishia spoke out to them. The titan put his hand under the chin of his helmet and seemed to be in deep thought. "Hmm.. trying to think of the reason I armed the- ohhhhhh. Ohhh, I remember..." "It was because I picked up Fallen activity the other day, right?" Becky said. "Mhmm. Yup. Okay, that makes a whole lot more sense.." The titan turned his attention back to Anishia. "I'm sorry about my hostile frames. Wasn't expecting [i]your[/i] type of company. The type of company I was expecting has four arms and smell real bad. Are you hurt?" Anishia lowered her gun slightly, utterly baffled. "N-No.. I'm fine." Her tone picked back up as she raised her gun once more. "But, enough of this. I was sent here by the Vanguard to capture a guardian who has had this place under his and his control only for a long time. That guardian is obviously you, so if you could please explain to me what your plans are and come back to the Tower for interrogation, that'd be dandy." The titan stood quiet for a moment. "I bet the Vanguard also told you to kill me if I didn't comply and return with you, huh?" "Maybe they did. What's it to you?" The titan laughed. "Of course they did." "What's so funny?" "Tell me.. uh.. what was your name again?" The titan asked. "Anishia," She sighed. "Why does my name matter?" "Oh, nice to meet you, Ashley. I'm the Titan known as BraveCole. Anyway, you asked for my plans, and I'll give them to you. It's simple. As of right now, my last operation was successful and I'm simply taking a breather before I head out west, over into the European Dead Zone." "Your operation?" "Yeah. Tell me, do you remember the Last City getting an influx of immigrants ranging from somewhere between two or three three thousand over the last four years or so?" Anishia pondered for a moment. "Yes.. Yes, I do, but what does that ha-" "I got them there. The last group I escorted took refuge in these very buildings right here, in Old Moscow. They didn't have the firepower or the materials needed to make it to the last safe city on Earth. So I took it upon myself to escort every band of survivors I come across. Me. Not you. Not the speaker. Not the vanguard." "The Vanguard do everything in their power to protect the people of Earth." Anishia argued. "Yeah, bullshit." BraveCole waved his hand. "Protect the people of earth, you say? Then why are you here on an assassination mission, finding someone who is more or less not interfering with anything the City is doing?" Anishia stood silent as she listened. "Think about it, Alice. The Vanguard isn't preoccupied with saving people. They constantly send guardians off-world to assassinate a cabal commander, or kill a high priority Vex unit, or even to loot the dreadnaught for resources that benefit the Tower. Now, tell me, does that sound like 'protecting' to you? There are people out here who still fight for their lives against the likes of Fallen and Hive, and they receive little help. All because the Vanguard is too busy sending the only ones that can help off somewhere, to kill or loot something." Anishia lowered her gun. The Titan was right. She couldn't remember the last time she had orders that involved helping refugees. She sighed. "So.. you've been dark for years because you've been escorting civilians?" "Precisely. And I plan to keep doing so. And maybe, I'll come back to the Tower. I'll probably be on a hell of a probabtion, but my conscience will rest easy knowing that I did everything I could to help people." "That's.." Anishia started. "That's actually very noble of you. Maybe I could just explain to th-" "Brave, I'm picking up Fallen Skiffs above us, I think now's the time we move." Becky interrupted, urgency in her voice. "Yeah, 'bout time they showed up. Knew they'd be here sooner or later, they probably heard the gunshots from our little friend here." BraveCole said, gesturing to Anishia. "Hey! It's not like I'm the one who left their frames on 'tryhard' mode! Couldn't you just program them to [i]only[/i] shoot at Fallen? They have the specs to differentiate certain targets, you know." Anishia said, folding her arms. "I'm not very good at programming." BraveCole said, plainly. "Come on. We don't have a lot of time. I have an underground route we can take before they ge-" [b][i]KA-DOOOOOM!![/i][/b] Before BraveCole finished his sentence, the ceiling above them came crashing down, as a Fallen Skiff had breached it and was now hovering menacingly above the two guardians, the roar of the engines making it hard to hear. "God dammit! Amy, take cover, quick!" BraveCole yelled, as he slid behind a pillar on the left side of the room as Anishia slid behind one on the right. The Fallen Skiff started to bombard the area with its Arc Cannons, and began deploying the malicious passengers of the ship. "My name is Anishia!" She yelled out. "Yeah, yeah, just do me a solid! Help me clear out these assholes and then we can get out of here using that route I was talking about!" "Okay! Let's just hope that this is all of them!" She shouted back. The two guardians took deep breaths and got ready for one hell of a firefight.