The crash woke me from a nice nap. "It's a Fallen drop ship," Joyeuse told me as I slipped my helmet on. "It's shooting at something." "Not us, right?" "I don't think so. Go have a look." I had been exploring a dilapidated city in the Martian Desert and the rest of my fire-team hadn't shown up yet so I had decided to camp out. I snuck out of the building I had been sleeping in, trying to keep as low a profile as possible. I could see the lights, hear the crashing of plasma fire on the other side of a dune that had swallowed what had once been a convenience store. I made my way to the high-rise to the dune's right to get a better vantage point on the battle. A group of Fallen was harassing a fire-team of Guardians who had probably come to this city for the same reason I had. "That's not Roland and Dane, is it?" I asked to make sure. "No, that's another fire-team. Belong to the Future War Cult by the look of it." "Good." If I was lucky, the Guardians and Fallen would neutralize each other. I didn't need anyone taking [i]our[/i] treasure, but the Tower didn't need to lose more Guardians. But before I could do anything the Fallen had won, with the chief mounting the heads of the Guardians on a few spears. There were only a few left. I could hear the chief grunting and clicking, the noise being translated by Joyeuse: "Look at me and despair, for I have laid waste..." If he kept screaming some Cabal were bound to show up. "I am the king of kings! I am--" his head exploded as my rifle began to leak smoke. "Ozymandias" I finished. This would have been better if I had more than 300 words to work with.