[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/256910893?sort=0&page=0&path=1]Part One[/url] ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ "Your right!" Sibyl cried as she darted to my left. Instinctually, I tracked her trail and swung around to put a sparking hole in the center of the last hobgoblin's chest. Or the closest thing it has to a chest, I remind myself, as I watch it crumple into a pile of lifeless metal. Several others littered the ground around us, though I noted that there were more than I remembered taking down. "That's the last of them," I surmise, taking a quick moment to survey the area. The jungle was thick here, and there were plenty enough shadows for things to hide, but the Vex never seemed the sort to lay in waiting. It was, finally, quiet. Quiet, save for Ravira, who had arrived just as the last Vex fell. She was one of the Vanguard. A huntress, and my friend. "You missed the fun," I panted. Ravira made a look of feigned disappointment as she hopped down to stand beside me, twirling her handcannon on a finger and holstering it in one swift movement. She was always one for the little dramatics. "Nah, I cleaned up the rest that were headed this way. You're welcome, by the way." Though we both wore helmets, we knew we were both smiling. ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ Ravira, myself, and our Ghosts stood at the entrance to a cave, one nearly concealed by a layer of red vines and near hidden by the overgrowth. Sibyl was investigating an old terminal nearby, and indeed I noticed that this cavern had been tamed by mankind during the Golden Age. Cables and broken walkways led up inside, dotted by a broken and outdated technology. What were once metal signposts clung to the cave entrance, rusted over, leaving only a vague trace of the humanity that once reigned here. "The cavern's shaft descends four hundred feet," Sibyl explained, scanning the memory bank. "Ugh. That's all I can manage to read on this old hunk of junk." "We'd best get going if you want to get this thing over with. You're lucky I'm dumber than I look," Ravira teased me. "Else I don't know why I'd let you drag me out into the back end of nowhere, [i]Venus[/i] of all places, on yet another dead end lead for one of your nerdy history projects." Ravira was endearing in her own way. I rolled my eyes and gestured into the cave. "They're all dead ends until they aren't. Besides, I thought you were foaming at the mouth for an excuse to get out of Lord Shaxx's...what do you call it? [i]Glorified wrestling matches?[/i]" I grinned behind my visor, knowing well she hated my goading regarding the Vanguard. She was territorial in the way that she allowed herself to have fun at her Vanguard's expense, but no one else could. "At least it's a sense of belonging. They always say it's healthy to have a schedule." Indeed, this cavern was every inch of the four hundred feet. Though we made good time descending into the depths of Venus, I'd taken the time to notice that as we went, the cave walls gradually changed from a natural appearance to...something intentional. Something made. Eventually, we rounded a corner and were met with a great cavern, dropping off into nothingness.