The air as thick with static electricity, the wind blowing harshly at the rotting walls hitting the large beams that helped hold them together created a symphony of loud, metallic banging. Footsteps walked solemnly, quietly through the empty space as lightning flashed at his back, rain beating on the thin metal around him. It seemed to be calling out to him, pleading for his return to the outside world. But his nervousness over the the lightening and the possibility of getting struck kept him pushing forward. There came a click, and as he passed through an old metal grate that was supposed to keep wanderers from being torn up by a now unmoving fan, a light shone brightly ahead of him; illuminating a doorway just before another large, yet slow moving, fan.
The Warlock paused then, half in stride as he listened closely. There was a room on the other side of this wall, he knew; and he also knew that Fallen often inhabited places such as this. There as a possibility of there being more of them, considering the storm that was wrecking havoc outside and no one would be stupid enough to go trekking around in it. A few moments passed before his once rigid frame relaxed, and the light that was once focused on the door appeared to move to and fro ever so slightly.
"I think they're gone," said his Ghost; though the smaller machine still spoke in a whisper, as though they were not alone. The tall figure turned his head for a moment, before turning his gaze back to the door. His footsteps echoed quietly against the sound of thunder, shadow dancing against the door frame as he and his Ghost grew closer.
"They've been quiet since the fall of the Wolves," responded the Guardian as they rounded the corner into the large, worn out room; the Ghost's flashlight flickering off as the lights in the room seemed to still function.
Cautiously, the Guardian stepped into the room, expecting something to jump out at him at any moment. Nothing did, of course, and after another brief pause, the Warlock again relaxed and ventured further into the room and towards the back, seeming to search for someplace to wait out the storm; a cluster of old shipping contains and other various large objects making for a decent hiding place.
"Do you think it will stay quiet like this all night?" asked the Ghost, not seeming to notice that his Guardian was wandering away from him as he scanned various objects for any forms of life; though worry seemed to lace his voice.
There came a small sigh as the Guardian paused, half sticking out of an empty space between a container and the stone wall; it was large enough that he could easily slip through without being hindered. The smaller machine moved almost frantically in search of life. The watched the small Ghost floating around before responding.
"Fending off a few Fallen couldn't be as bad as flying through this storm," he assured before slipping out of sight. The space inside was large enough that he could lay on his back and still have plenty of room to stretch, as well as not be spotted unless you were on top of the containers or standing in one of the few openings leading inside the small dwelling. He chosen to sit with his back against the cold, stone wall; eyes dimming slightly inside his helmet. "Besides, I'd think you'd know if someone were coming."
The Ghost turned, lighting up momentarily as if to make a rebutted -- but suddenly appear discouraged as he realized that he could no longer spot his Guardian. The Ghost hummed quietly as he hovered even further into the room, rain falling rhythmically overhead; thunder rumbling somewhere in the distance. Most would fall asleep instantly to the sound of rain; however the Exo's eyes stayed dimmed, hand resting on his side arm. Recharge was beckoning to him -- wanting him to relax, though his mind was not yet settled.
This was going to be a very long night indeed. Perhaps he should have thought ahead, checked what the forecast might be before deciding to venture out into the Cosmodrome in search of bounties and wanting to scout. Rarely had he ever made a bad choice, and so far, this was the worst one yet. Now all he was left with was a concerned Ghost and a storm raging overhead.
Post by Little Light on Jan 31, 2016 0:33:32 GMT -6
Zentri was out on patrol, and wounded at that, when he first heard the thunder. He and his ghost looked at each other and seemed to share a thought. Without a word, Zentri summoned his sparrow and mounted it. Before the ghost transmatted, it hovered around its Guardian's head. "Not in the mood for a frolic today?" Inside his helmet, Zentri rolled his eyes. There was a sharp pain in his right shoulder when he moved. "I think I've had enough." He said. The ghost transmatted and Zentri took off just as the rain started to fall.
As much as the still-young Awoken missed the Reef, there was nothing quite like riding his sparrow. He could zoom along at breakneck speeds and never had to worry about dying - at least not for good. Not as long as he had Spark to revive him. Behind him was a host of slain Fallen, and ahead of him lay decades and decades of more killing and more wounds. Not the life he would have chosen for himself, but there wasn't much he could do about it now. Lightning struck nearby, making his heart race. 'I sincerely hope you're not actively trying to be struck by lightning.' Spark said in his head. Zentri just grunted.
It was a short sparrow ride to the best building Zentri could find. Everything in Old Russia was falling apart, but most of the buildings held up alright. He dismounted his sparrow and let Spark out of his head. "I'm detecting another Ghost inside." Zentri's curiosity was piqued. "Well, let's hope there's another Guardian, too." He said. He took a few steps inside before raising his auto rifle. Spark provided him with some light. "I'm not seeing any movement." Zentri said softly. There was a pause as they both looked around in the dark. Spark glanced at his Guardian, shining the light on him. "How are you holding up?" Zentri shrugged. "Haven't keeled over yet.""Comforting..." Spark muttered.
A crack of thunder startled Ghost and Guardian. With a sigh, Zentri put his gun away. "I doubt there are any hostiles here. Let's find out where that Ghost is so I can get some rest." Spark turned and hovered farther into the building until they found a lighted room. Spark's light went off and Zentri scanned the room. "I don't see anything. We're not looking for a dead Ghost, are we?" Spark was scanning the room himself, literally. He stopped to look at Zentri. "No! This one is alive. Of that much, I'm sure." Zentri gripped at his shoulder as the pain grew, but he didn't say anything. If there was anyone in there with them, they would have heard them talking. Hopefully they would be healthy allies willing to lend a hand.
It seemed highly unlikely that the rain was ever going to relent -- if the minutes slowly ticking by as rain pattered on the building around him. The Warlock could feel himself being slowly lured in to some type of slumber; a slumber that was usually trouble constantly due to reasons he had long since forgotten. The Ghost, he could hear, floated around him as it found his hiding place, and for a moment, the Guardian felt relaxed.
Until his Ghost spoke suddenly, the voice so abrupt that the Exo jumped out of his relaxed state; "I think someone is coming."
Sure enough, as the Warlock quickly coming to, he could hear two -- maybe three? He couldn't tell -- voices coming from somewhere in the building. From the burst of data he had received from his Ghost, he guessed that whom ever it was might be a Guardian; as there was a Ghost. Slowly, hesitantly, the Warlock stood, Ghost anxiously moving away to get a better view of the newcomers.
Sure enough, as the Guardian moved his way out of the hiding place, he could easily see the movement coming closer, the voice growing louder. If this was a Guardian, it was unlikely that he would be attacked by them -- at least, it would be illogical for this Guardian to do so. So the Exo strode further out into the open to both better see this other Guardian and to better be seen. He did not think to take his helmet off in the process, of course.
"I take it you caught in the middle of the storm as well?" he asked, baritone voice easily heard among the storm outside.
His guess was correct about the newcomer being a Guardian, he quickly realized upon getting a better view of the other (who was some odd ten feet away when the Warlock decided to stop his advances towards the newcomer); this other Warlock -- he could tell so by the armor he wore -- was surely a Guardian, and appeared to have a Ghost to prove it. His own Ghost was watching the duo with interest, however made no move to advance on them; rather, he stayed close to his own Guardian, as if for safety.
Post by Little Light on Jan 31, 2016 19:55:50 GMT -6
To Zentri's tired delight, a Guardian - another Warlock - and his Ghost came into view. The other Guardian didn't remove his helmet, so Zentri thought he'd be polite and take his off first. To his right, Spark turned toward him. "I told you so." He said. Zentri grunted and gently pushed him away, but he floated right back. "Yes, we were on a patrol when the thunder started." He said in reply to the other Guardian. He sounded like an Exo, and his deep voice echoed off the walls. Secretly, Zentri was pleased that his own voice did the same, though he wasn't nearly as tall or broad-shouldered as the Exo.
"My name is Zentri Mezlu. My Ghost answers to the name 'Spark.' We're glad to see some friendly faces here." He said, absently gripping at his painful shoulder with one hand while his helmet dangled in the other. The Ghost noticed and spoke up for him. He hovered a few feet in front of Zentri, toward the other Guardian. A clap of thunder would have drowned out his voice, and the flash of lightning that followed was a bit melodramatic for his taste. He finally spoke. "My Guardian is wounded and he's too proud to admit it himself-" Zentri took a step forward. "It was just a Dreg. Took me by surprise and I didn't have time to react. I'm fine." He was really embarrassed that a lowly Dreg had gotten that close to him. He pretended to scan the room, as if he had just noticed something he wanted to look at.
"Either way," Spark continued, "I wanted to be sure you were aware. In case it's worse than he thinks it is." Zentri almost said something, but he kept quiet. He was embarrassed enough as it was and he hardly ever won an argument with Spark. Instead, he thought he'd change the subject. "So, have you run into any Fallen in here?" He took a few more steps into the room, still looking around.