Masterpost: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/253000143/0/0 “Where are you?!” Auva snarled, looking around the vast ravine wildly, where a Vex signature had led her. Her voice echoed off of the stone and Vex structures squeezing her landscape. “Come out, coward! If you’re here, I’ll disintegrate you! You didn’t give Altair a fair fight, so I won’t give you one either!” She stomped at the ground, and it trembled. Her breath grew scattered, scratching at the air around her as she squeezed her fingers tight. She sensed a voice, and immediately turned around. Nothing. “Wait, did I hear that, or see it…” She looked all around her, but all she saw were the claustrophobic yet tall confines of the space she had wandered into. =You are suffering.= She saw Altair standing on a ledge far above her and reached up immediately. =You are seeking revenge. Will that make you feel better?= Altair’s shape quickly turned black and yellow, now resembling Wasp, and the warlock’s teeth clenched. “Yes.” She answered, unwilling to question the strange illusory visage before her, or the odd and unfamiliar text-voice calling to her. She went through the motions she had countless times before and thrust her anguish at the hunter on the ledge. Her nova bomb annihilated the space the hunter had once occupied, but her anger did not have time to wane. Two feet dropped onto the ground behind her. “There you are!” Her hand flared purple once more against the abyss, and she struck Wasp in the chest. He was launched into a wall and struggled to regain his composure as the furious beast thundered toward him. =End it. Indulge yourself. It will feel good, won’t it?= In a haze, Auva eliminated Wasp swiftly and took hold of his ghost, which did nothing as she pulled it up slowly. She started into its static eye, and it started back. Auva clenched her teeth and trembled in a controlled rage. She felt cheated. “I… don’t want him right now, I want his boss.” =Wasp hurt your pride.= “And this warlock killed Altair! Listen, you text-voice creep, you’re horrible!” Her legs quivered. “Everything is horrible… I can’t ever have what I want… I can’t even have Altair right now. Is that too much to ask?!” She threw the ghost at the ground, and it disappeared before it could make any noise. “What’s going on?!” She put her hands to her head and screamed in outrage and confusion. “I need Altair… he always knew how to make me feel better…” She heard slow footsteps from behind, and she froze. The footsteps stopped, and everything went silent. Curious, she slowly turned her head to meet Procyon. “Wha… why did you… no, you’re not real. Go away!” She picked up a pebble and flung it at Procyon as she would a nova bomb. It bounced off of his torso and clattered to the floor. Procyon looked at his teammate before him. Vulnerable. Broken. He figured the mysterious warlock that attacked them would flee to Venus, but he was shocked to find Auva here, at the same Vex signature he detected. “Well? If you’re finally going to say something, spit it out!” Auva turned back around. “I need him too.” Procyon’s flat voice rang through Auva’s ears. “But… we can’t have what we want.” Auva curled her hands into fists and looked down at the empty ground where she had thrown Wasp’s ghost. Procyon continued cautiously, trying not to twist his own tongue. The mere act of speaking exhausted him. “Altair is gone, but you would betray his memory by continuing to act like this. We have a job to do.” “I can’t do it! This job is horrible! I would have been better off never meeting any of you!” “I understand. You’re upset at the world.” Auva froze again. Nobody had ever said anything like that to her, not even Altair. “I’m upset too. I wish things were different, and I’m upset that I can’t do anything about it.” Auva felt an odd connection to what her fellow warlock was saying. She wanted to ask him to shut up. To quit spouting nonsense just because he had found her in such a weak position, but she couldn’t. Procyon stepped forward. “A lot of things go wrong, but cheap comfort is temporary. We need to move on.” Auva finally turned around to face Procyon. She kept her helmet on, but it was probably for the better. “Y-yeah… nobody’s ever…” Procyon extended his hand. “Come back. Let’s make things right. None of us can defeat that warlock alone.” “The boss has got a name, you know!” A familiar titan’s voice boomed from above. The two warlocks looked up to see Seginus looking down on the two with his arms crossed. “Crybaby hours are over! Me and Wasp are going to be filthy rich after I kill you!” He plummeted down, covered in arc energy, narrowly missing Auva and Procyon with an earth shattering fist of havoc. “I knew it.” Auva slung her auto rifle off of her back. “You two aren’t crazy, you’re just lackeys. You’ll do anything for a slop bucket of glimmer.” The battle ended within minutes. Auva revived Procyon and approached Seginus’ ghost, through destroyed and shattered terrain that hummed in conflict with arc and void energy. “W-Wait wait wait! Don’t kill m-“ His ghost started flying away frantically, but Auva snatched it by its smooth deep blue shell. “I don’t have even a shred of pity for you, but you’re more use to us locked up.” The warlock restrained the ghost properly. “Heh. Guess you figured it out, then. To be honest, I’d float away the moment I got my chance, so good on you.” The ghost remarked, stiff in its binds. “Tell me. Who pays Seginus and Wasp to do these things?” “You think I’ll tell ya? There’s nothin’ you can do to make me talk, but there’s a hell of a lot that HE can do to me.” Auva and Procyon looked at eachother, uneased. “Mark my words, you’re gonna pay for this. He needs us to do his dirty work. When he finds out you caught me in this stupid rubber band and trashed Seginus, he’ll-“ Auva transmatted the chatterbox ghost away, breathing a sigh of fatigue. She looked over at Procyon with a sad but invigorated look on her face. “Let’s get going. We’re gonna put this ghost in jail and take down this mysterious prick.” Procyon nodded in response, and the two left Venus.