Grixis was standing on an incline overlooking the excavation site below him; his Hive cleaver in both of his hands, it's edge-like tip touching the ground in front of him. The sharp edge of the cleaver shown a white light everytime he held it's hilt in his grasp. It was a dim light, but a light nonetheless. This pleased him, as it was a sign that this was no ordinary sword; that he and he alone was it's wielder. However, this also annoyed him as he had broken all ties with it and had sworn to snuff it out of existence. The site below him was teeming with the presence of the gray armored Hive of the Wrath of Sarkon sect. Thralls scurried about their tasks in the site, or patrolling the outskirts of it along with Acolytes. Acolytes and Knights were the main force of the excavation, using the techniques that they used when hollowing out Earth's Moon. And the Wizards overseeing the entire operation, giving out orders to those under their watch. What they were excavating was a skeleton. Not just any skeleton however, but a massive, intact Ahamkara skeleton. It was almost unbelievable. He knew that the Ahamkara could grow on a large scale, but this one was titanic. It's skull alone could take up the entire space of the Tower's hangar, only emphasizing how big the rest of it's body was. He had discovered it while clearing out a large amount of Fallen from the House of Devils' far out on the outskirts of the European Dead Zone. It was after he purged the Fallen did he hear the whispers at the corners of his mind. He used those whispers as a homing beacon. He found the skeleton ten miles out from where he was in a flatland area. The whispers only grew louder at that point, but in the end, he persevered and the whispers were silenced. He then sent a message to Sarkon's Dreadnaught orbiting Jupiter, detailing about what he found. When he did, well... It didn't take long for an armada of Tomb ships to arrive. Even one of the large Hive ships that [i]had[/i] accompanied Oryx's Dreadnaught and [i]still did[/i] accompany Sarkon's had come and was now hovering low in the sky, casting a shadow of it's large frame over the land. Tomb ships constantly came and left with parts of the Ahamkara skeleton. What parts of it were easy to remove from the earth were already aboard the Hive Cruiser, and parts that were still beneath the earth were being carefully carved out of the ground. It wouldn't matter if they did it carefully or not, the bones were very durable, a rocket detonation couldn't even leave a scratch on them. However, the Wizards would consider it a crime if they appeared to be damaged. Some Tomb ships were hovering low, patrolling above and around the site along with the foot patrols. He felt a presence coming up from behind him and approaching. He didn't need to look around to see who it was. It was none other than Molkir, a high ranking Wizard and second in command of this excavation sight. Her attire was that of a Watcher of Crota would wear colored gray. Grixis respected her for two reason. One, because she had been the death of many Guardians and was a remarkable leader. The other reason, she was one of the few Wizards here that managed to keep a calm demeanor. She floated up beside him. He turned his helmeted, Hive-like head slightly to the right, indicating that he was listening to what she had to say. [i]"The excavation is coming along well, my liege. The rest of the body will be aboard the ship before the next dawn,"[/i] she said in the Hive language. "Good," he responded in kind. Ever since he had been bonded to Sarkon, understanding and speaking the Hive language was as easy as walking or breathing. He actually preferred to speak in it. Speaking English; he might as well have been drinking poison, as that was what it felt like. To him at least. "[i]Soon, this beast will take to the skies once more, paving a way for our crusade,"[/i] Molkir said. "What a sight it will be." This was the reason why they were here: Dig up the Ahamkara skeleton, bring it back to the Dreadnaught, and possess the remains with an assortment of spells and incantations. It would be one step closer for what Sarkon was planning. Dusk had finally begun to set, and with that the final stages of the excavation. Just a few more hours until their return to Jupiter with their prize. [spoiler]I would like to note, this is on a 'to be continued notice' for a week until someone hops in. If no 'one does, then this will continue on to the next part.[/spoiler] (Open)