Masterpost: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/253000143 Zahir sat outside the entrance to the House of Winter’s old lair, cleaning his Haake shotgun. The firearm that had served him well for so many years. Lacer transmatted into view below him, along with four other guardians. “Zahir!” He called out, lifting up onto the platform and stumbling down. The others followed suit. “So, been a while since you left the scout team, right? Ascella and I did some recruiting in the meantime.” He held his hands out to introduce each member as they filed into view beside him. “Meet Altair. He’s probably the kindest guy I know, and a bit of a jokester too.” Lacer pat the green armored hunter on the shoulder, and he nodded. “My name’s Auva-11, nice to meet you.” A cross-armed warlock followed, sticking close to Altair. Another warlock floated down beside Auva, standing up and staring at Zahir silently. “That’s Procyon… he doesn’t talk much, but he’s reliable.” Lacer gave Procyon a playful smack on the back, to which the warlock didn’t respond. “A pleasure and a half to meet you.” Altair strode forward and shook Zahir’s hand. “You too. I hope Lacer’s been a good leader.” Zahir shook firm. “He definitely has, and I can only assume he learned from the best.” “Alright, enough with the introductions.” Auva pulled Altair back by the cloak, and the hunter chuckled. “Are we gonna kick this guy’s ass or what?” She pointed at the dark metal entrance of the lair. “Mhm, just follow along, kid.” Ascella appeared from behind her and took the lead, obviously ticking Auva off. As the rest of the team walked forward, Lacer went over to Zahir, who stood still. “C’mon. You coming or what? Those motes aren’t getting any fresher.” Zahir took a look at what was now his scout team and sighed. “I made that team to serve the Vanguard, not to be Drifter’s lackeys, but I’d rather not see whatever Wasp is up to unfold.” He made sure his shotgun was loaded and followed. They walked on and on, not finding any signs of Wasp-14 or any motes. The Fallen, long cleaned out, showed no signs of being present either. “Sheesh. Did he find out we were coming?” Lacer looked around the lair, only lit up by the cracks and openings in the ceiling. “Tch. How would he know that? He’s obviously holed up farther down. Let’s keep going.” Auva retorted, picking up her pace. As if on cue, a knife found its way into Auva’s shoulder, and she began to shout curses, wrenching the knife out of her body. “That was quick! You miss me that much?” Wasp lay relaxed on a metal beam that stretched across the ceiling above them. “You jerk!” Auva’s body flared in void energy, and she glided forward, pointing her hand cannon at the hunter and firing, but she failed to hit him from the distance she was at. Lacer held his hand out. “Hey, stay back! We can beat him if we-” “You brought more of your friends to even stand a chance against me! I knew you could figure it out.” Wasp leaped up to avoid Auva’s assault and began to move. “Oho, that’s it, you dandelion looking clown!” Lacer ran up as well, tailing Auva with his auto rifle drawn. “Lacer, Auva! Get back here!” Ascella stepped forward, but a cylindrical machine previously unseen due to its inactivity began to flare to life. Its clear interior swirled with dark energy and created a hollow shrieking noise that pierced everyone’s ears. “Ah-ah-ah, I can deal with two, but, truth be told…” Wasp clicked a remote in his hand as he continued to evade the barrage of bullets sent his way by the furious titan and warlock below him. The cylinder rattled and shook, unsecured to the ground, and a beam of pure black shot up from its center, painting the cave roof with a starry void. A blinding, festering, jagged concentration of Taken energy expanded itself before Ascella, Zahir, Altair, and Procyon, and eventually dispersed to reveal… nothing. “Huh?” Ascella looked left and right before being flung backward by a cloaked foot. “Must be a taken minotaur, and a big one!” Altair blindly blasted the area Ascella had been with his auto rifle, slowly revealing the shape of a primeval. Its colossal size compared to the height of the cave forced it to crouch slightly, but it had no trouble quickly lumbering over to the fireteam, whose small arms assault proved useless in stopping its charge. “Move!” Zahir dove aside, avoiding a smoky arm’s descent. He rolled over and stood up to throw a pulse grenade at the now kneeling minotaur’s upper body. It rose up and stumbled sideways, exposing itself to another assault from the fireteam, now split up around it from its previous attack. “Keep it pinned down!” Ascella yelled, drawing a shimmering void bow and pointing her arrow at the minotaur. Auva finally managed to grasp a metal beam, and began to pull herself up. She was, however, quickly locked into place by a knife that had found its way into her palm. “Oh, come on!” The warlock winced through the pain and continued to pull the rest of her body up, but she was held back by Lacer, who had grabbed on to her legs. The titan took the opportunity to commence another lift, sailing above Auva and landing with difficulty keeping his balance. “Let go of me!” Auva jabbed through gritted teeth, finally getting a chance to plant her feet on the beam. “I just did!” Lacer ducked to avoid a shot from Wasp’s sniper and fired his auto rifle back. The hunter jumped aside to another beam and used its vertical connection to the ceiling to cover himself from Lacer’s attack. Lacer turned to Auva. “Alright, plan. I’m gonna keep him busy, you go back and help them get rid of that primeval. This’ll be a whole lot easier if-” The warlock ignored his directions and glided forward to attack Wasp herself. “...Or you can do that. Sorry, guys!” The minotaur stomped its foot down onto a bridge, knocking Ascella and Zahir down several feet. The two were caught under a pile of supports and railings. “Now I have you. This’ll be sure to take that mockery of a light off of your face.” Altair stepped toward the distracted minotaur with a flaming revolver in his hand, but the minotaur quickly cloaked, having not been attacked for a while during Altair’s draw. The hunter lost visual on the primeval’s eye, but he resolved to fire anyway, striking the minotaur’s forearm, which melted off. Procyon appeared behind Altair, holding a rocket launcher. He let its solar projectile fly, and it imploded against the minotaur’s stomach, causing it to stagger back and crash into the cave wall. In its weakened state, it was open to another assault by Procyon and Altair, who were soon joined by Zahir and Ascella. The minotaur’s stumble caused the makeshift catwalks that Wasp had now killed Auva on to shake, and the hunter fell. Lacer held on tight, intent on reviving Auva before dropping down to face Wasp. “I’m gonna turn you into swiss cheese as soon as she’s up…” Lacer vowed, looking down on the exo. “Seginus, extraction!” Wasp yelled, taking cover from the duo that had been fighting him, and who now had the high ground. “Extraction, you big oaf!” Wasp slammed his fist on the rock floor. “Here!” A gravelly voice called from above, revealing a titan wreathed in arc energy, descending fast. Seginus plummeted down onto the catwalks, completely annihilating both them and the titan and warlock inhabiting them.