[i]Polaris muttered something incomprehensible as he turned away from Phoebe, and his Ghost popped up next to him. The small thing was blue, with purple energy flickering across the edges of its shell, and a bright orange light in the centre of it. It looked damaged with scrapes and cuts, but it was still none the worse for wear. [u]"Polaris, I'm uploading a map to your helmet. Initial scans show it to be untouched by Darkness beyond normal levels, but there appears to be a pit below that has higher than normal readings." [/u] "Thank you, Ghost," Polaris said to the Traveler's Agent, as it dissolved into a white shimmering. Polaris moved on and continued to creep through the corridors; The halls were barren, devoid of any Hive life forms or Fallen, but there were corpses strewn about the walkways and various bridges. Some corpses were still barely alive, but fell into their impending deaths as they willingly crawled off the heights and fell into the deepest depths. Whatever was in this ship that did this to them, it got into their minds - Death was a mercy to them. Polaris lead the two of them into the bridge of the ship, this one being a large central platform amidst an octagon of walkways, an impossibly high ledge hanging god knows how many feet above the floor. The room was, like the rest of the ship, full of the dead. Knights and Thralls lay in piles, many with missing chunks out of their armour or limbs fallen off their bodies. A single central command terminal remained actively seeping out a Ghost's Light. Another Guardian was surely in the area, all the two had to do was find him. [b]There was an unsettling feeling about the place... [/b][/i]