The wind was lethal. All that was keeping him alive was the heated Thermo-Gel and the bulk of his armour. Infernos had passed many dead Fallen of an unknown house, killed by the cold or...something else. Ketches and Skiffs had been flying low reconnoissance runs all afternoon. They Fallen were on Europa looking for the same thing. Infernos had touched down in the outskirts of the ruins of New Chicago, a vast metropolis now falling into Fallen hands. The old Spaceport now functioning as a landing strip for the Fallen's ships. Infernos and a fire team had set off on Sparrows into the ongoing Ice-Storm, but was quickly split up. Now however, with the entrance to the Hive's largest 'Base' looming over him, he wished they were there with him. How many Hive were in there? And which God was sitting at its helm, calling out to Xivu Arath across the stars? It would only be a matter of days before more Hive fleets came to assist Oryx. He had to destroy The Necropolis, kill the ascendant and cut off all Hive links before either the fleet arrived or the Fallen blew their cover. He pitched his tent in a nearby cave, waiting for another fire team member to arrive... (Open)