Yara looked up in surprise. “No…?” she whispered. For the first time, Delta saw Sayyed for what she truly was. A broken girl that had lost her way. He was shocked to find a new feeling rising up within him. Sympathy. This was what the Speaker was trying to show him all along. He took a few steps back and shook his head. “I’m not going to kill you. Enough people have died already.” Sayyed was speechless, but her eyes said it all. She was astonished. And thankful. Oscar, on the other hand, leaned forward in disbelief. “What?! “No! What are you doing?! This doesn’t make any sense!” Delta turned to his misguided brother. “Do you really value life so little? Sometimes we must show mercy.” “Mercy is weakness!” Oscar spat. “I knew you didn’t have the guts to do what was necessary. That’s fine. I’ll just do it myself!” Before anyone could react, Oscar’s left arm split open to reveal a charged weapon. A short beam of energy burst from the exo’s arm straight towards Sayyed. Dakota fired on Oscar, but he suddenly vanished in a brief flash of light, just in time for the bullet to miss. “Was that a transmat?!” Lassiter exclaimed. Delta quickly turned to check on Sayyed, only to find her sprawled out in her chair, a scorched hole in her heart. She was dead. The exo stared in disbelief. “No…” The guardians didn’t have much time to process what had happened. The entire space station suddenly shuddered and groaned. “What the hell is going on?!” yelled Ross. There was a deafening crackling sound as the control deck’s intercom sprang to life. Through it resounded a familiar voice. “This is for the best,” said Oscar. “You fool!” Delta growled. “What have you done?!” “I did what I had to,” said his brother. “Ultimately I determined that Yara was no longer fit to lead the Defense. The organization is just not what it used to be.” “So you killed her,” said Delta. “Yes. I can do much better. The Defense is in shambles. I will dismantle it and build it from the ground up. Then perhaps I could truly achieve something worthy of remembrance. Unfortunately, you will not be there to see it.” The station shook again. “Are we… moving?” Adriar observed. Oscar’s haunting laugh gave them all chills. “I have destabilized the station’s orbit,” he said. “I’m afraid you will fall to Earth, and the station will tear itself apart. I wish I could say it’s been a pleasure, guardians, but… it really wasn’t. Anyway, have fun burning up on reentry.” The station shuddered again, followed by the thump of an ejection. Ross looked out the window and cursed. “The damn exo is flying away in a ship!” “Can we transmat to our ships, like he did?” asked Adriar. “No,” said Delta, a grim look in his eyes. “He must have had a ship waiting nearby.” “That crafty bastard,” Solomon muttered. “The station is descending into Earth’s atmosphere!” Ross called, reading the numbers on a nearby console. “It will begin to burn and break apart in a matter of minutes!” Lassiter sighed. “There’s no getting out of this one.” “Nonsense!” said Solomon, running up to the central console. “I can minimize the damage on reentry and guide the station’s descent towards the mountains outside of the Last City. Assuming we survive the crash, we can still help defend the City from the Red Legion.” Ross nodded. “It’s as good a plan as any. Our ghosts can heal any major injuries, and even resurrect those that don’t make it. No one gets left behind. What do you think Delta? …Delta?” The guardians turned around to find Delta motionless, staring through the doorway of a private laboratory in the back of the room. He carefully stowed his Mida and walked into the room, hands trembling. The lab was full of countless unfinished projects ranging from weapons to robotics, but the exo didn’t care about any of that. Delta walked straight to the back of the lab, where a containment module remained active. Inside the energized shield, a single ghost with a maroon shell levitated in stasis. The exo formed a fist and smashed the module’s control panel with one swift strike. Then he quickly held out his hands, in which the ghost came to rest. Detecting an outside change, the ghost gradually flickered to life with a soft voice. “W-What? Where…?” The female ghost swayed in the air as it slowly began to float again. “Delta? Is that you?” The exo was silent. “Delta…” the ghost looked around the lab in confusion. Then it remembered. Its single eye grew bright and worried. “Delta! Quickly, you must get me back to her! Where is she?! Where’s Alex?!” [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Post?groupId=1371758&postId=243203842&sort=0&page=0]Part 9[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/224417569?page=0&sort=0&showBanned=0&path=1]The Hub[/url]