The Stormcaller Jonathan was not having a nice day. In the form of the Taken. He was trying to extract information about their realm and he had... Trouble. But he didn't understand why. He had gone as high as any normal Guardian would go. He didn't expect to find the information he needed in a drone or even a small time commander. But he tackled Champions and Zealots. Not one scrap of useable data. Oryx was smart. And John didn't like to fight smart opposition. It got to hectic with all the subterfuge and double crossing and double agents and triple agents and everything else. He sighed. Fighting a dim opponent meant one thing. You and him were going to go all out. No running. No tricks. It was simple. He was still down in the dumps when he looked up and saw 2 Guardians. 1 a Warlock and the other a Hunter. He could hear the bickering from where he stood. It had something to do with humming and a chilton. Glad some else had an appreciation for the finer things. A tasty fruit, it was. Offtopic. The two Guardians ran after a rather important looking Hive. John decided to shadow them. He ghosted over to where the Hive was... Waiting for them? Interesting. He drifted closer and picked up speech. Something about cats and mice and cheese. Cheese is awesome. Except the oversized wheels. Never took to them. He was considering the finer points of cheese when a blinding light overtook him and he found himself looking at a cell. The two Guardians were then presented with a good deal of Hive firepower. John, years of experience and training taking over, rushed to the Hive soldier that originally imprisoned the two. He rammed the bayonet on his Eyasluna in the fleshy part connecting the shoulder to arm. He followed with one round into the ashy body of the Hive and then he took a closer look at how the two Guardians fought back to back