"[i]Wait wait wait. Why are we on Venus again? [/i]" "I told you already, I have a job from the Kings. I owe them occasional favors, considering they haul my lazy butt across every ocean on Earth" "[i]Yeah but Venus is the House of [b]Winters[/b]. Not the Kings. So why do you care what they care about on Venus?[/i]" "....You, ah. You want to try that again? You are an AI so I thought grammar would be easy for you but..." "[i]Oh shut up and let's get this done[/i]" Jonathan was on a task for the House of Kings. More specifically, a certain division of the House of Kings that controlled the majority of Earth's oceans. Many years ago, Jonathan was banished from the Last City. He holed up near what was once Denver and joined in with the Central North American Kings. They were called the Spades, on account of them using more pole arms than other branches of the House of Kings. Through them he meant the Aquarians, the previously mentioned House of Kings branch that controlled the oceans of Earth and a few sections on Venus. That's why he was here. The House of Winter has a non aggression pact with the Kings but a young, upstart Archon that replaced the one lost to the City recently expanded his domain. The Kings were smarter than just to crush him, which would easily result in war. So the Kings sent him. If a Guardian kills an Archon, no one bats an eye. However, he needed to pull all the stops to make this look like the City. He was nearly at the vantage point that overlooked the lair of the House of Winter. So he should be able to do this easily, considering traffic here was quite low- "Oh, what the fu-" "[i]What is it?[/i]" "Look down there" A small, angular Ghost revealed herself and surveyed the scene that lie before them. "[i]That's not-[/i]" "Yep" "[i]And he's not with the City-[/i]" "Not looking like it" "[i]And the Archon is-[/i]" "Considering what's happening to his head..." "[i]Well... What do you do?[/i]" "What I have to" John flew down the sheer cliff that towered high above. His eagle sharp vision was unusual for a Warlock, considering he was not meant for that sort of work. He noticed a Guardian, or at least a Rouge, dragging a massive, Ether-drenched body of the same Archon. He wanted this to be quiet. Needed it. Then this. He didn't like Venus to start with. He was about 50 feet out from the Rouge before he shouted to get his attention. He appeared to be quite absorbed in tearing off the Archon's head. Possibly as proof of his demise, before he noticed his shout. "HEY! You have the slightest idea how important that foolish Archon was?" The figure turned and saw a Warlock, garbed in mostly the newest Iron Banner gear, except for a particular set of Impossible Machines that seemed to be slightly modified. His armor was a heavy blue with an aggressive red secondary color. It was known to the City as Frostfire. He held a long, red hand cannon with a foggy, blue bayonet to match his color scheme. Slung on his back was a short, blue fusion rifle that was commonly awarded for outstanding crucible matches. Lastly, a heavy, steel sword hung at his hip. In a thick leather sheath that showed it to be only slightly shorter than newer swords but much heavier and thicker. An angular Ghost flew next to him. With a breathtaking shell that shimmered with raw Light. Much like Taken energy but much purer, it flowed with Light as the Taken with Darkness. It spoke with a kind but stern voice. Like that of a mother still happy, "[i]Be nice. I apologize for my Guardian but we may ask you to stop what you're doing. We may need that body[/i]"