Masterpost: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/253000143/0/0 “Alright, so who’s playing Gambit?” Lacer looked over his team. An enthusiastic hunter, a stoic titan, a silent warlock, a laid back hunter, and an annoyed warlock looked back at him in anticipation. “I’m going to set up the trap.” Zahir pointed back at the large junker floating behind him. “Pick me!” Ascella waved her hand in the air. “Right, Ascella’s gonna handle the hordes with her shadowshot.” “I think Altair would be key to have on the team. You’re killing huge taken, right? A great shot with a golden gun would be ideal, and he’s standing right in front of us.” Zahir looked over at the other hunter. “Right you are, Zahir, and I’m pleased as punch to be of help.” Altair put his hands on his hips. “That leaves the warlocks.” Zahir turned his head to an inattentive Procyon and an eager Auva. “Oh! Pick me! I can back up Altair!” Auva ran up to the hunter and hugged his arm. “Actually, I’ve been sniping some rumors, and I think a stormcaller would do better for us. Lots of Hive, and that means arc shields.” Lacer pointed at Procyon, who nodded in response. “Oh, no you don’t!” Auva sped over and shoved Procyon in the chest. “I’m doing this. Me.” “Hey, lay off! It’s a tactical decision, nothing personal!” Lacer moved to confront Auva, but she whipped around and smacked him with her arm. “Hands off, jerk! You don’t understand!” Auva’s voice grew louder. “No, maybe he doesn’t, but I think I understand.” Altair stepped between the two. “I think you’re a little jealous, Auva.” “Understatement of the year.” Lacer snorted. “Wha… what?” Auva stared at Altair in disbelief. She had been used to him telling her exactly what she wanted to hear. That’s what she admired so much about him. “You see, the heart of a lady is a mysterious thing, but I’ve noticed that, from the day you two… us three met, you’ve been seeing Procyon from all the wrong angles.” Altair checked on Procyon, who continued to stand silent. The hunter smiled warmly under his mask. “Angles? What are you trying to say?” Auva’s voice shrunk. “Auva, I know that you trust me a great deal. In fact, I may be the only person you trust, so take it from me. Procyon is a good person, but you don’t see that. You only see a… a silent, intrusive individual. You just need to give him a chance. Why do you think he pushed you out of the way of those Vex at the citadel the day we met?” “Because he’s stupid, and thought I couldn’t handle a few tin cans!” Auva clenched her fists in anger. “But, that didn’t really matter in the end, did it? What would you have gained by defeating those Vex there?” “I…” “Try to see it from his perspective. You were going to get hurt, so Procyon drove you out of harm’s way. He’s a good person, he’s just not good at backing himself up on the fact.” “Well, that’s his problem.” Auva dropped her head, still clenching her fists. “Least he could do is talk more.” “It is not! He’s not perfect, but his intentions are pure, aren’t they? You can’t deny that, and he’s come such a long way, hasn’t he? Notice how quickly he spoke to me, and how quickly he spoke to our new friends. He felt at ease, but he didn’t feel comfortable with you, because you met him with hostility.” “He’s… he’s difficult.” Auva shook her head. “Ouch. He’s right there, you know.” Lacer stuck his thumb at Procyon. “I understand you’re frustrated, but I give him attention because he requires it more than you. He suffers in solidarity, and you’ve seen the effects of it. You can take care of yourself, Auva, so go. Prepare a trap that’ll make Wasp shake in his boots!” Altair clenched his fist and pumped it in the air. Auva stepped back, avoiding eye contact with any of the guardians in front of her waning view. “You don’t… are you saying I’m…” “Take your time.” Altair put his hand on her shoulder. “Just take a minute to sort out your feelings.” “I… I don’t… you know what? I’m going to do it! I’m going to set up a trap so good, Wasp won’t even know what hit him until he’s dead!” Auva sped off toward the hangar. “I’m saying he’ll be killed instantly!” She yelled, after disappearing down the first set of stairs. “Yeah, she’s got issues.” Lacer knocked on his helmet. “Anyway, come on, boys, we’ve got motes to win.” - “All right, mavericks!” Drifter tossed a jade coin into the air. The cool blue lights of the Derelict’s interior reflected off of it and all around the room, casting beams on the two opposing teams. On one side stood Lacer, Ascella, Altair, and Procyon. On the other stood a hunter dressed in green, two warlocks slowly attempting to high-five, and another firm looking hunter. “Ready to see what you’re fighting today?” He flipped up a coin with a Hive symbol etched into its face. “Hive! Bring a sword.” Ascella flashed her Hagakure on cue, a weapon she’d received as a gift from Zahir after his time on Mars. Lacer loaded a fresh magazine into his pearly white SUROS sniper rifle. Beside him, Altair went over a Gambit rulebook with Procyon, who listened attentively. The Drifter strode easily out onto the railing overlooking the two teams. “Ever wonder how practical a Thrall’s big ol’ claws would be as a weapon? Let me know, ‘cause they disintegrate too fast.” Ascella looked at Lacer quizzically, who simply laughed in response. “Transmat firing!” And with that, the team was transported to the Emerald Coast. A lush enclosed area of the EDZ filled with ruined buildings. “Get to the trees, that’s where they’re coming from!” Lacer pointed to his left, prompting the others to follow him. He threw a magnetic grenade to engage, and it latched on to a Hive acolyte. It recoiled in surprise, and the device exploded twice, flinging its comrades into the air around it. Ascella slashed a Hive knight’s torso with her sword, causing it to stagger. “Let’s go, people. Remember why we’re doing this!”