[b]Wow I never really thought I would make it this far at first! I hope y'all enjoy this chapter! Please feel welcomed to bump this story and leave feedback in the comments! [/b] Warden nudged some metal shards with his feet away from the entrance of the ship, being cautious as to not step on any sharp pieces. Warden stepped into the hallway of the ship, the vandal followed closely behind him. “Ghost, light please.” Warden requested as he continued to walk down the hallway, minding all of the clutter. “Got it.” the ghost replied as it flew out of the vandal’s lower hands. The vandal let out a disappointed click as she continued to follow. Suddenly, an odd thought came into Warden’s mind. “Huh, I never asked what her name was.” Warden thought to himself as he stopped. “Ghost, charcoal and paper please.” The ghost nodded, and with that a sheet of paper appeared into Warden’s opened hand and a charcoal stick in the other. “I really need to get a pencil or pen.” Warden thought as he pressed the paper against the wall of the hallway and began to write down the question. The vandal just stared in curiosity, not understanding why they stopped. Must be something important. After a couple of seconds, Warden handed over the piece of paper to the vandal. She took the paper and began to read. Once finished, she looked up at Warden in curiosity. She grabbed the stick from Warden’s hands and began to write a response. She handed the finished paper over to Warden. He read it, mumbling to himself the answer. “No name.” the paper read. Warden grunted. “Huh.” He looked up at the vandal. “Well we have time to kill, let’s get you one.” Warden smiled behind his helmet as another charcoal pencil appeared in his hand thanks to his ghost. He began to write down name suggestions. After he wrote down what he thought was roughly nine or ten, he handed back the paper and awaited a response. Instead of a writing response, the vandal only clicked in excitement as she showed the paper to Warden and pointed at a name. “Vanera” was the name. Warden rubbed his chin. “Nice, now just need to teach you how to pronounce it…” his thoughts we interrupted when the vandal started to say parts of the words. “Va… Van… era?” the vandal tried to pronounce. Suddenly, the fallen blurt out “Vanera!” with no troubles at all. Warden eyes widened in surprise, speechless at how fast the fallen learned how to pronounce the name. He started to wonder about how easy it might be to teach her the english language. Be he pushed that thought away, locking it in the vault of his mind for later; they had more important things to get to. “Okay, Vanera, let’s move.” Warden grinned as he walked further down the hallway. Vanera nodded and followed close behind, mumbling the name Vanera over and over again as if it pleased her to say it. While they were walking, Vanera started to click loudly as she pointed forward. She ran passed Warden, headed to the cockpit. Warden ran behind her, thinking he may finally get answers. There in the cockpit, Warden arrived to find Vanera pushing aside rubble and pieces of metal. Warden was about to walk over, to try and help, but he stopped himself; something told him he wouldn’t be much help with this. After a while, Vanera clicked in satisfaction as she found what she was looking for. She reached into a small compartment that was covered in rubble and took out a small glowing red box; the ship’s flight recorder. She held it in her hands, knowing that his contained the answers they were both looking for. “Great we got it, let’s go-” Warden immediately stopped talking as he heard loud footsteps above him. Warden placed a finger to his mask, Vanera nodded and understanding as she kept the box close to her. Warden gestured with his hand for her to stay still as he slowly and quietly crept down the hallway, drawing his hand cannon from the right side of his hip.   Warden slowly exited the ship, being sure he didn’t make any noises. He heard something, the quiet sound of a parked sparrow. He looked to where the noise was coming from, and saw it there; two black sparrows with what looked like painted flames at the end of one of them, the other was much more advanced, it was black with white outlines; it looked like a racing sparrow. He readied his hand cannon, prepared to shoot at anything or anyone he saw. He heard whispers. “Two people, exos judging by their metallic voices, close.” Warden thought to himself as he started to walk in the direction he heard the whispers coming from; the other side of the crashed ship. The whispers grew louder, he could hear various words. “Rogue. Bounty. Crashed ship.” Then he heard a word that caught his attention, “Fallen Vandal.” Warden tightened his grip as his walk turned to a full on sprint. “They know!” Warden shouted within his mind as he vanished from where he was, blinking several feet into the air at the other side of the ship. “Do you think he’s in there?” Dart asked Banker as he jumped onto the top of the ship. “I don’t think so, why do you think he would be in there?” Banker asked as he just walked around the crashed ship, where the cockpit was fully buried in the ground. “Well for starters, he’s with a fallen vandal, would make sense they would check out a crashed ship.” Dart replied as he jumped off of the ship, a couple of feet away from Banker who was just running his hand along the metal. They heard rushed footsteps and an odd noise. It wasn’t odd to Banker however, it was very common in the crucible to hear this. “Void Walker!” Banker shouted as he readied his pulse rifle, forgetting that it was empty of bullets. Dart rushed over to Banker who was looking around frantically. He tried to rip the pulse rifle out of his hands. “Remember what we’re here to do Banker!” Dart shouted as he wrestled Banker for the gun in his hands. Finally after a while, Dart managed to rip the rifle out of Banker’s metal hands. Banker reached out for it but it was too late; Dart slid it away from both of them on the ground. Both of their gazes followed the weapon as it slid away. Finally it was stopped by someone’s foot. They both looked up from the gun under someone’s foot and stood quietly as they stared into the rogue Warlock’s helmet. He was pointing the wretched thorn at them. Dart put his hands up, showing they were empty and he was no threat. Banker did the same. “You again…” The Warlock lowly growled as he took a step forward, focusing his aim at the Hunter. “We mean no harm! We swear!” Banker blurted out. The Warlock looked over at Banker and pointed his dark hand cannon at him. The Warlock let out a faint chuckle as he loosened his grip on the hand cannon just a bit. “You know… My brother’s a Titan.” the Warlock softly chuckled. Banker stiffened at the comment. “How could a Warlock be brothers or even remotely related in any way to a TItan?” “Yeah… he’s taught me a lot about your order or what not.” the Warlock stated as he took a step forward. “Your word- it means truth. You say you swear you don’t mean any harm to me.” The Warlock explained as he stared at the Titan. He switched his gaze over at the Hunter. “Yes I am aware you both mean ME no harm, but what about her?” Warden asked as he could feel his temper slipping. Banker looked over at Dart then back at the Warlock, worried of what was coming. The Warlock took a deep breath and sighed. “Are you here to kill the vandal?” he plainly asked the two. Banker and Dart shook their heads. “No, we have no quarrels against the vandal.” Dart insisted. “Says the one who put a gun to her head.” the Warlock scoffed. “I’m sorry-” Dart hesitated as he could feel the cold presence of the wretched gun from where he stood. “I thought it was another bounty.” The Warlock looked up into the sky for a moment and chuckled. “That part is true, I can see that.” he looked back down at the Hunter. “But…” he hissed. “You still told.” “I only told him- I swear!” “And why should I believe that!?” the Warlock suddenly shouted. “How can I be sure you don’t go back to the tower and tell everyone- tell the speaker!?” “Trust us- we won’t!” Banker shouted. Warden’s grip tightened on the hand cannon as he looked down. “All I’ve been told my whole life are lies. Peace is a lie, freedom is an illusion created by the light, and happiness is a truth torn away from you when it’s inches from your grasp!” the Warlock shouted as he got ready to pull the trigger. “No- wait!” shouted Dart. “I’m sorry.” Shuttered Warden as he looked up at the two guardians, tears starting to fill up and cloud his vision. “No!-” The two guardians shouted as they turned their heads away and closed their eyes. The world suddenly went silent as the sound of the fired thorn’s shot filled the air. Banker and Dart slowly turned their heads in the Warlock’s direction. His gun was aimed at the ground where a giant spike was stabbed into the dirt. Between them stood a vandal facing the Warlock with its four arms outstretched across them. The Warlock seemed to break down as he fell to the ground, slouching on his knees as tears started to make their way out of his helmet. The Vandal rushed over to the Warlock, wrapping its four arms around him. The Warlock fell into its embrace and continued to cry. “What was I about to do?” Banker and Dart stared at the scene in awe.