Don't look shifty, don't look shifty, don't look shifty, don't... Jonathan drilled this message into his head over and over and again. He didn't like the Tower. Anyone could notice him. The Vanguard, Shaxx, even the Sweeper Bot sold him out. Damn Sweeper Bot... Don't look shifty But he had to if he wanted his supplies. Otherwise he would starve and, even worse, he would end up sober. Don't look shifty. Most Guardians didn't notice him. To them he just looked like a crazy, old Warlock. One wearing high grade Iron Banner armor and carried the Seal of the Great Stormcaller but a crazy old Warlock nonetheless. Don't look shifty. He was in the hangar talking to a newer mechanic. Thankfully, he was able to convince him to do maintenance on his ship without clearance. Don't look shifty. He was about to grab a drink from the Tower bar when he saw a Warlock. A significantly younger one than he but that's not what caught his eye. "Iron... Regalia? I haven't seen a set like that for a long time" "[i]What are you mumbling? Did you finally lose it? Can I leave?[/i]" "No I'm still sane. Well... Maybe not but tell me. Am I hallucinating or is that Iron Regalia gear?" "[i]Well, unfortunately your are still sane. That most certainly is Iron Regalia[/i]" Older Iron Banner gear was one of the rarest sets you could get your hands on. They were like gold and white diamonds. John pondered for a second and thought to himself... I could talk to her. Maybe she was someone he contended against. He was the Champion of the 5th Iron Banner Tournament. Well, was. Shaxx rescinded his title. Lord Saladin did not much care and didn't both to defend him. He respected the second generation Iron Lord but he was very passive. Well, this will most likely be a bad idea but- "[i]You want me to trace her, don't you?[/i]" "I-... -sigh- I am really getting that predicable?" "[i]No. Wild guess. I would have thought you would have kept to your own[/i]" "Yeah. Right. Go with that" "[i]Don't worry. She's a troublemaker too. Vanguard has a data file on her. Short but enough to warrant house arrest[/i]" "I'm not overly concerned with that..." "[i]Whatever. Where do you prefer to meet?[/i]" "Send a message with instructions too... The North End on East." "[i]Really? But it's so cold there...[/i]" "Fine. Do the Central West." "[i]Much better. I'm sending her a mid level encryption message to Philadelphia.[/i]" "I don't like it there" "[i]You don't like whatever isn't freezing[/i]" "Not true!" Silence was his only greeting as he pulled to orbit and piloted his ship down towards what was once a series of soft, rolling hills. Recent activity from the Fallen has scorched the Earth and only small patches of grass still remained. Nature was attempting to take back her land but it was a long and grueling effort. Even after years smoldering fires still kindled. It was a perfect representation of how the Fallen ruined our home. John sat down on a larger patch and crossed his legs. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander. His body was still finely in tune with reality to keep watch while his soul slept. And then he waited.