This is part four of my Into the Hellmouth Fanfiction. This one's a little short, but I'll have more written soon. Here's part three, if you want it: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/197788326. In the meantime, enjoy. “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” Eriana screamed. Wei-Ning’s ghost appeared above the body. It scanned the ruined armor, and then looked up at Crota. The massive Knight flicked it aside, draining the light from it’s metal shell. As Crota turned to face her, her ghost teleported her to the inside of her ship. The craft lifted off, and she turned to look at the ground below. The strange knight and the wizard had divided the Guardian formation into two sections - the Knight had his forces encircling a section of Guardians by the edge of the Hellmouth, killing them, slowly tightening the circle and forcing them towards the edge of the Abyss. Even as she watched, a hunter was tossed over the edge by a knight. Her unearthly scream penetrated the comms. The wizard and her thrall were driving a second section of Guardians into the Hive fortress were the scouting team had fallen. Slowly, they were forced deeper and deeper into Luna’s guts. Some of the Guardians in their ships were attempting to help their comrades by swooping in and attempting to transmat them aboard, but Hive tombships were circling overhead, firing at anything that got in their way, forcing the Guardians to peel off. They were doomed. “Eriana, I’m setting a course for Earth,” said Ghost. Eriana nodded. “Yes,” she said, “of course. She watched helplessly as her brothers and sisters continued their hopeless fight, as the roars of the hive drifted into the air. Then, the jump drive engaged, and the moon disappeared, replaced by the blurred stars. A few minutes later, they came out of warp near the Tower. A voice came in over the radio. “Unidentified jumpship, this is the Tower Vanguard, state your business at once.” Eriana was silent for a moment. Then, she opened the comms link, and said, “This is Eriana-3. I am a warlock of the Praxis Fire, returning from the attempt by Wei-Ning to take the moon back from the Hive.” There was silence. And then, “We’d lost contact with the Guardians there. Are you alright?” Eriana didn’t answer. “Hello?” said the voice. “Are you alive up there?” Eriana didn’t answer. Mainly because, once again, she didn’t know. “Just have the hanger ready to receive us,” she said. Then, she cut the link, and slumped back in her seat. Meanwhile, on the surface of the moon, a massive Knight, wielding a battle-ax, walked on the surface of the moon. His head was oddly-shaped, for a Hive knight. Once, it had made him a target of ridicule. Now, it marked him as the one and only Aluk-Hul - the Darkblade, and the Right Hand of Crota. He approached Crota, who was looking down at one of the slain Guardians. He kneeled. “My Lord,” he said. Crota looked up in acknowledgement. “Aluk-Hul,” he said, “My ever-faithful servant.” He stood up. “What news do you bring of the battle?” “I have dealt with my section of the Guardian army,” said Aluk-Hul, continuing to kneel. “My mate, Verok, pursues the last of them through the tunnels. Their bones will make a feast for her thrall.” Crota nodded. He began to move forward, but stumbled. Aluk-Hul ran to hold him, but Crota pushed him away. “I’m fine!” he shouted. Aluk-Hul looked over his lord and master. He walked with a limp, and he seemed drained of energy. “My Lord,” he said, “you need to recover from the battle.” Crota looked up at him warily. “You’re right,” he said, “I will retire to my throne.” The Hive prince shambled off towards the Hellmouth. Aluk-Hul looked down at the shattered guardian at his feet. He noticed something gleaming in the carnage. He picked it up. It was a strange, green cube. It seemed to hum with a strange energy of it’s own. Aluk-Hul clipped it to his battle-ax. It would make a fine trophy for his collection. Then, he walked off. Edit: Part five!!!! https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/198233565