" 'File number 1863489- ahamkara whereabouts insinuation: we have assumed that the ahamkara being from the void could have escaped some of the genocide inflicted upon them and rested at an excluded vacinity' listen KC, do you really believe this could be true, we've been following these leads for hours" the ghost sighed, exasperated from reading off the files. "Where there's a will there is a way ghost. These bones... They are so tantalizing. They speak to me of answers to questions that I wouldn't dare to inquire about. If there is a chance I can stumble upon a living one which circumvented it's destruction. I'm willing to take it." The ghost stared bewildered. He knew this warlock for a year now. His partner. He was an introvert. Reclusive even to his own comrades and clan mates. Perhaps the seclusion got to him explaining them scouring mars thanks to a helm. The warlock was more than a veteran. Even being human, he was highly intellectual even when compared to the greatest of exo. He plated himself in the armor and weapons he obtained. Holstered to his back an old worn fusion rifle named the trolley problem next to it ; pradyeth's revenge. In his hands was the infamous bad juju. Many around the tower even said he exhibited the same mannerisms as that shattered man. His face covered by the taboo of the skull of dire ahamkara. His chest, protected by the ancient hezen lord robes changing his heart beat to a vex algorithm. His boots were that of a Kellbreakers and his arms were talion grace. He turned sepiks prime to mere rubble. Tajiks to a corpse. A values to a dehydrated slug. Sekrion. To a battered broken computer. The black heart to nothing. The undying mind into nothings. Disintegrated atheon, the templar, skolas, and it yut into his void energy. And saw as his comrades eviscerated crota. He saw much more than some would like. They continued through the red sand till. "A flare?" Said ghost. "This can't be good. There are rarely any flares shot on mars. There may be taken activity. LET'S HURRY" he dispatched on his sparrow toward the origin of the flare