4 of 5 Martin was worrying more every second as he piloted his ship into the Martian atmosphere. Fália was his good friend, and when she didn't return back from her scouting mission he was morbid and depressed that entire night. Missing guardians were classified as K.I.A. normally. The next morning however, when they classified her as a prisoner of war, the Titan did some digging around. The files described her last known location as Mars, now that wasn't right. He knew she was scouting on Venus because she had told him face to face before leaving. The files even mentioned a location, Charlemagne's Vault. Martin knew it vaguely. He knew it was a great place to loot, he knew it was a very large place, and he knew that it was very dangerous. As he landed on the harsh red dust that covered the planet he wondered who or what it was that would do this. The Cabal were the only real enemy inhabiting Mars and the culprit would have to be independent in nature to come here from Venus. He hoped Fália was okay. Charlemagne's Vault wasn't far off now. He looked at his G.P.S. to confirm the location and that's when his spirited lifted somewhat. The entrance to the Vault was only a mile away, but that wasn't what made the normally cool and controlled Titan gasp. Faintly, very faintly, blinking on the holographic screen was a small green dot, indicating that another guardian was nearby. She was here. Whether she was dead or alive, at least he had found her. The hulking soldier prepared for a fight when he walked up the steps to the entrance. Instead of a combatant though, he only found the cumbersome corpse of a dead Cabal Legionarre blocking the surprisingly small door cut out of the side of the cliff overshadowing it. He pushed the hundreds of pounds heavy body out of the way and examined the door more closely. Etched into it simply was the symbol of the emperor of the long fallen Holy Roman Empire, an authoritative iron crown. He was puzzled by this and walked inside, using all his strength to push the stone door inwards. Instead of the entrance he expected, he only found a strong looking spiral staircase descending deep into the darkness. "Damnit, I hate the dark." Martin whispered to himself before fastening a flashlight on the end of his shotgun and slowly descending. The staircase ended in a long dimly lit hallway. He walked with reflexes tensed and with caution, finding another dead Cabal on the other end. The hallway opened up into a large room lit only by high hanging chandeliers and the blue glow of Glimmer that was littered all over the floors. Martin had no mind for greed right now though, his only concern was finding Fália and killing whoever did this. He had determined that this was an intelligent being that had done this. No beast could have plotted such a masterful and precise course of action, and besides, it took skill to take down two, no six Cabal. Four more were heaped in a pile in the corner of the room. More cautious now then ever, Martin found a long ramp descending down into another section of the complex Vault on the opposite end of the chamber and followed it. The Vault followed a pattern like this for several more minutes until Martin, now scared out of his wits, felt that the Vault was hotter down here. Sweat dripped down his forehead inside his helmet. He felt that he was getting towards the deepest chamber as he descended an especially long ramp. This room was excellently lit for some strange reason, and the Titan removed the flashlight. He looked around and found a strange event going on far to his left. In the center of the left portion of the huge chamber a diabolical contraption stood. It seemed to be powering up, but this didn't disturb Martin so much as it slightly put him off. The real cause for disturbance was the great amount of insane giggling that echoed in the vast room originating from a person standing beside a large cage next to the machine. Colin couldn't help himself. He was so anxious to get started but the Milker needed to power up first. Fália was unconscious still. She had groggily waken up a couple of times, but he had taken care of that. "Hee hee hee hee!" He broke into another laughing spasm as the machine registered that it was ready. Martin watched with horror as the Warlock jumped up and down like a child in a candy store when the machine made a ghastly sound like a mix between a blood curdling scream and the grinding of gears. He came back to reality when he saw Fália in the cage. "Fália!" He yelled with relief to see that she was alive and breathing. Colin stopped in his crazed ecstasy and slowly turned around. Who was this?! Why was there a Titan standing in his home?! Who dared to invade him in his moment of triumph?! "Who the -blam!- are you?" He asked with pure curiosity. "Whoever he is," said the diseased portion of his mind, "I should kill him now." "Let her go, now." Was all Martin said before he rushed at the Warlock, shotgun raised. Colin took a deep breath and thrust his left hand outwards. A black bolt of energy lightninged at Martin's feet and sent him flying. Everything was a blur, all Fália saw was stars and...what was this? Lying just outside of the cage she found herself in was something that would do her just fine. That bastard. Martin was unfazed as he shot back up and whipped out the rifle strapped to his back. Colin took cover behind the thick metal Milker and knew that the intruder would have to reload sometime, and when he did.... Fália struggled but eventually got to her feet. She used what she found to break open the door to her freedom and her revenge. That bastard. The sound of the bullets exploding from Martin's rifle drowned out all others. He would destroy that crazed Warlock. He would have at least, if his barrel hadn't ran out of ammo. This was his chance. Colin ran out and jumped. Arms high, the power of eleven guardians including himself flew down into his fingertips. Contact was made, deadly force used, and a dead guardian crumpled to the floor.