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Edited by CyferX: 2/18/2018 11:03:13 PM
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Delta B1 Ch17: The Summit Part 2

The warship entered the void of space in minutes and Delta began the process of guiding it into orbit. “Ghost,” he commanded, “lock the station’s coordinates.” His ghost obeyed, and the ship’s cabin fell into silence while they flew around the planet towards the location that Beta had provided. It wasn’t long before an odd structure began to take shape against the sun’s light. “Whoa,” Adriar observed. “It’s huge! I wonder how they managed to keep that a secret for so many centuries?” The Defense space station was now very recognizable as they sped towards their destination. The installation was shaped like a massive angular donut with a single spire running through the middle. Its multi-deck interior appeared to circle around the entire station, giving the occupants a clear 360 degree view. “Uh, Delta?” Ross asked, concerned. “They will definitely see us coming.” Delta merely shrugged. “That doesn’t change the plan. We will make an entrance one way or another.” The Hunter nodded. He trusted the exo, but there was still a hint of concern. The plan had to work, or else they probably wouldn’t make it out alive. As the fireteam came up on the space station, Delta began to steer the ship around the perimeter. “Strange,” he observed. “They have mounted weapons on that station, but they are not firing at us.” Adriar grew nervous. “This doesn’t feel right. The place looks deserted.” Delta said nothing, but instead spotted an open hanger on one of the lower decks. “Alright, I’m guiding us in.” The ship slowed and descended to line up with the hanger. Carefully, Delta guided it into the station’s underbelly. He flinched when there was a loud clank and the ship shook for a moment. “What the hell was that?” said Ross. Delta frowned and let go of the controls as the ship continued inward. “It must be some kind of automated docking system. The station is pulling us in on its own. There’s no going back now.” Ross and Adriar exchanged a worried glance as the movement came to a halt. The ship lowered onto the hanger floor as a boarding tube automatically attached itself to a side hatch. “Gear up!Quickly!” Delta commanded his team. The three leapt out of their seats and swiped their weapons from the wall, making sure their loadouts were prepped. Then they waited in front of the hatch, helmets equipped, as the hanger around them became pressurized. Delta held his Mida out in front of him, poised to strike. “Get ready! As soon as that hatch opens, they’ll storm the ship!” The fireteam fell into formation and aimed their weapons, ready to fight the second the hatch peeled away. The ship groaned as the final stages of pressurization were completed. “Any second now…” Delta whispered. They didn’t have to wait much longer. A green light flashed above the hatch and it clicked loudly. The hatch lifted immediately and Delta leaned forward, finger on the trigger… then relaxed. There was no one on the other side. The other two guardians looked at each other with concern. “Alright,” said Adriar, “this is clearly a trap.” “Stick to the plan,” Delta answered abruptly, marching out through the boarding tunnel and into the station. Adriar gave Ross another worried glance. “Is he okay?” “He’s focused,” answered the Hunter, following Delta without hesitation. The Titan sighed and followed suit. The tunnel opened up into a large, empty loading bay connected to a central hallway. All the doors leading away from the obvious path were sealed shut. Ross observed this, and noticed a small camera hanging from a corner on the ceiling, pointing straight at them. “Someone’s watching us,” he said, then destroyed the camera with a single shot from his rifle. “They are directing our movement, likely so they can ambush us,” said Delta. “And we’re just going to let them?” Adriar pressed. Delta simply nodded. “We have a contingency in place, remember? Just trust me.” Adriar could not ignore the confidence in the exo’s voice. The Titan reluctantly decided it was best to drop the act of caution. Delta led the team down the spacious corridor, which progressively began to turn and ascend counter-clockwise towards the base of the station’s control spire. Eventually, they reached an even larger room that closely resembled a lobby, with multiple floors and balconies above them just below a glass ceiling. Delta blinked as he took in the room. It was uncanny how closely the lobby resembled the central hub of the military base in which he was found. He felt like he was thrown back in time to when it was first constructed. It was all coming full circle. The exo was brought back from his short trip away from reality by a loud groaning noise followed by a solid thud. Delta whirled around to find that the large doorway they had entered through was now sealed. He flinched when he heard the explosive sound of a live round leaving the chamber of a high caliber rifle behind him. He quickly side stepped as a large bullet just barely grazed the back of his helmet and buried itself in the ground next to him. “Snipers!” he yelled, rolling to the side in search of cover. The others jumped into action and followed Delta’s lead as lightning fast rounds began to rain down from the upper floors. The exo quickly mapped out the opponents’ trajectories as he started blinking in and out of cover. He materialized behind a grooved staircase and found that it was out of all sightlines. “Back here!” he called to his teammates. They progressed towards the staircase as instructed while Delta moved in and out from behind the safe zone to provide cover fire. One by one, Ross and Adriar slid under the stairs. “Listen,” Delta instructed. “I’ve calculated their positions. Stay here and distract them with pot shots while I take them out.” “Wait Delta-” Ross didn’t get to finish as the Warlock suddenly blinked away. They heard several scout rifle shots and nearly jumped back in surprise as a dead robot fell to the ground in front of them. Adriar whistled with admiration. “I don’t think he needs our help.” [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Post?groupId=1371758&postId=243203119&sort=0&page=0]Part 3[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/224417569?page=0&sort=0&showBanned=0&path=1]The Hub[/url]

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