Masterpost: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/253000143/0/0 “You’re losing motes, brother! Whack those blockers!” Drifter’s voice blared into Lacer’s helmet, who begrudgingly looked over at the bank. It was swarming with taken of varying ranks, all lumbering around and ready for a battle. Lacer peered at the silent chaos through the scope of his sniper rifle. “Hey, can someone drop a nuke on our bank? This is getting ridiculous.” “No can do! We’ve got some big old ogres here at the ruins! Woohoo!” Ascella’s message was followed by the thunderous, pained roars of a Hive beast. Lacer cursed and looked back at the bank, which now housed a glimmer of hope. A purple rectangle on a brick column. He could load his machine gun and take out a good chunk of the blockers. “You’re being invaded! Hope you’re not counting on me to watch your back! I am, but I ain’t no snitch.” Drifter remarked, but Lacer was determined to get the heavy ammo before him. He slammed his hand on the wall, allowing his ghost to synthesize ammo for his machine gun. “There we go! I’m estimating that these blockers are going to the lowest circle of hell there is-“ Lacer was cut short by a sniper rifle round to the throat. “Lacer! The invader’s at the beach!” Ascella cried, to which Lacer would have liked to respond sarcastically if not for his wound. Another round struck his head, and he was down. “I’ve got you!” Altair leaped into the air above the beach, throwing his hand into the air to cast his golden gun. He pointed at a rock, upon which stood a fellow hunter dressed in green. They quickly pointed up at Altair, striking his outstretched torso with a sniper bullet. Altair fired back, but his aim was thrown off by the attack. “I’m not going down that easy, friend!” Altair whipped forward with all of his strength and slammed the hammer of his light, sending five rapid shots streaking down toward the hunter. There was the crack of a sniper, and the hunter was melted away by solar light. “Whoo! That’s a duel I’ll be telling stories about with my friends-to-be-enemies!” Drifter laughed. “Procyon’s down!” Ascella yelled. Altair to looked over to the ruins immediately. Ascella expertly fought off multiple knights with her sword, but she wouldn’t make up for their lack of firepower for long. “Drat. That hunter must have gotten our man before I killed him.” Altair landed and began sprinting for the ruins. The wispy disintegrating corpse of a taken phalanx crashed into the ground on the side of his path. Its gurrutal roars dissipated into the air, polluted by the noise of heavy gunfire in the distance. He looked up to his left to see Lacer mowing through the mass of blockers in his path, wrapped lovingly by a barrier of void energy. A purple lake in a sea of black flames. “That’s the last of ‘em!” Lacer eliminated the last blocker with a satisfying crack from his fist. The bank behind him beeped and groaned as it slid back up from the ground. “Bank those motes! C’mon!” Lacer waved at his team from the bank. Procyon came speeding forward in response, filled to the brim with motes of dark. “Attaboy! Let’s go!” Lacer clenched his fist and ran forward. “Swapping positions!” Drifter reassuringly commented on the successful bank as Lacer ran for the forest. “Large blocker to the other side! Give ‘em a taste of their own medicine. Careful, though, enemy team’s got their primeval, and you’re still at eighty four motes!” A taken knight and two captains warped on top of the bank, but they were met with the full force of Lacer’s team, motes in hand. - Zahir pushed a locker across the cold grey floor of the junker. The weapons inside rattled, and metal on metal screeched. “That’s loud!” Auva covered her ears, crying out from the west hall. “Sorry.” He slid the container against a wall, revealing a sizable indent next to it. “That’s going to be my hiding spot.” “I have mine! The ceiling’s really loose here.” He heard a thud as Auva dropped to the floor from her selected location. “Then we wait.” Zahir walked out of the East hall and sat in the living space between the hallways and the cockpit. Auva reluctantly joined, finding a spot on a torn chair. “So… whose ship is this? Because someone definitely lives in this pigsty.” She looked around at the various neon adornments and collectibles on the walls. “Seriously. What a mess.” “This was my friend Kale’s.” Zahir reached down at the coffee table between them and picked up a faded and folded photo of Eltanin. Kale had always been a “big fan” of her. “Oh? What happened then? He realize how much of a dump this place is?” “...No.” “Oh.” Auva looked around nervously as Zahir stayed bent over the table. “Sh-shit, I… uh…” “It’s alright.” Zahir stood up and walked to the cockpit. “...Sorry.” Auva slowly walked back to her hallway, a mixed expression on her face. She no longer viewed the arid grey walls with contempt. “Lacer.” Zahir spoke into a communications unit in the cockpit, “How is the match going?” “Not well at all! This is the worst!” Lacer yelled, firing his auto rifle at the festering mass of dark energy in the shape of a colossal knight before him. The primeval roared, spitting a cluster of spiralling flames at the team. “How are we supposed to make use of this empowering field if that jerk exists to do this?” Ascella leapt away from the flames and below the archway she had been attacking from. “You’re being invaded! Get ‘em before your day’s ruined!” Drifter relayed excitedly. The crack of a sniper rifle tore through the air twice, and both Altair and Lacer fell dead. “He’s going for those of us that can counter his sniper first!” Ascella drew her scout rifle and aimed in the direction of the vapor trails, but she was struck down immediately. Procyon stared at the floating ghosts of his comrades and remained calm. The shots had come from the forest, and he had generous amounts of cover in the ruins. He thrust his hand forward and sent a ball of lightning at the forest, then immediately began running left, toward a doorway that led straight to the trees. He emerged and spotted the green clad hunter on a hill, aiming toward the area that Procyon had thrown his ball lightning from. He smiled slightly at his moment of triumph and leapt up, siphoning arc energy once again into the palm of his hand. He shot his arm toward the hunter, and a stream of lightning soon bloomed into a large beam of light that tore at the hillside. He couldn’t see the damage, but didn’t need to, as Drifter clamored in his helmet. “Whoo! You burnt him to a crisp!” “Good stuff, man!” Lacer returned to the battlefield alongside the others. “You’re behind, but don’t let that stop ya! I want a good show!” Drifter roared over the comms, spurring the team into action.