Masterpost: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/253000143 Kale-8 appeared in a dark corridor and was met with a disgusting, indescribable stench. “This is the thieves’ hideout, eh?” He wrinkled his nose. “Sure smells like it…” his voice echoed down the vastness of the abandoned supply station. He could see a few meters ahead of him, but his vision was quickly swallowed by darkness past that. “There’s a control room to your left. I can hit the lights if you get in there.” His ghost chimed from within his helmet. “Alright, guess we’re going that way.” Kale brought his ghost out to illuminate his walk. As he approached the door, he saw a figure shifting around at its side. A poorly shaven man in gray casual wear rose and stumbled forward, leaning on the hunter. “Hey, you… you gotta get outta here. Th-“ “Can it. You’re comin’ with me.” Kale drew his sidearm, knocked the man out with the butt of the gun, and began to allow his ghost to transmat him away. “I think we should have heard him out.” His ghost blinked twice as the transmat finished. “Pfft. Pirates are all the same. They’d trade your life for a crate of spinfoil. Not even worth questioning.” Kale grabbed the handle of the door and wrenched it open. His ghost swept the floor with light, stopping on a motionless pair of feet. Kale froze in place as the light went higher, revealing a horribly scratched, barely clothed, and bloody back. “Shit. What happened to this guy?” Kale ran forward to the slumped upper body. The dead man’s hand covered a switch. He peeled the limb away and flicked it. In an instant, the lights in the room flickered on, and he heard several others engage outside. “So that’s what happened to the lights… but what about this man?” Kale looked back down at the scarred corpse as his ghost scanned the fatal wound. “These wounds have faint traces of Hive bioenergy.” Kale thought back to the warning he had received from the pirate he transmatted away, and a sickening feeling began to crawl up his throat. “Hey, get me my hand cannon, and my machine gun while you’re at it. Better than this sidearm and my sniper rifle.” “It’ll take me a minute to bring the ship around. Hold off until then.” “Gah, curse that thing’s close-flying speed.” “Your fault for picking a junker to go around in.” The ghost disappeared as a knight armed with a cleaver burst into the control station. It immediately took a swing, but its blade caught on the low ceiling. Kale took the opportunity to blast the entire mag of his sidearm into the knight, reducing its chest armor to a paper-thin, crimson covering. It roared, abandoned its cleaver, and desperately charged toward the hunter, who met it with a knife to the chest, causing the creature to crumble into ash. Kale fell against the wall as he was battered by falling chitin. He grunted and reloaded his sidearm, not caring to dust himself off. “Hey, I’ve got an idea. Scan for any living humans, first.” He said as he exited the control room. A pack of thrall noticed him from beyond and began to scramble their way toward him. Their yells and their footfalls against the chitin covered floor did not bother the hunter. “There’s nobody left alive on this station. Only Hive signatures are popping up.” Kale began to annihilate the thrall with his sniper rifle, each falling to its rhythmic cracking with each shot. “Alright. Now, are you able to disengage all of the interior airlocks here?” “Yes. I should be able to, with the interface I got from that control room.” “Great. Do that.” As he finished mouthing his request, he heard the groan of metal doors opening all around him. He began to backpedal to his entrance as he felt his machine gun appear in his hands. “What’s the plan, Kale?” His ghost asked, floating beside his head. The shrieks of Hive in the distance made his voice urgent. “Bring the ship outside. Right behind us.” Kale began to fire into the walls behind him, ripping apart the metal with ease. “Are you sure about this? I’m not sure if I can fully revive you if you’re out there too long. Wait until I can bring the ship closer!” “No, there won’t be any waiting.” Kale felt his body being pulled forward by the hole in the wall he had made that lead to the creeping cold of space. In an instant, he was sucked out, along with an intense stream of air. He felt multiple cracks in his ribs and collarbones, and was sure some of his veins had burst. As he floated in the unforgiving vacuum, he watched his ship approaching from beyond. “This armor isn’t fit for space.” He thought, as the air in his lungs was immediately swept away by the pressure. His vision began to fade. “Man, this really sucks.” He could not groan in pain. “C’ mon, just a little closer.” He could clearly see his ship. Large. Red. By now, the Hive in the station were likely all dead. And so, his hunt turned extermination was done. He was able to return home with some scolding from his ghost.