The frames obeyed and approached the guardians. Adriar grimaced and began to raise his Thunderlord in defiance, but Delta quickly put a hand up and shook his head. “Don’t. We’ve lost this one.” The white exo chuckled at the exchange. “He’s right, you know. Best not to cause an unnecessary ruckus.” Adriar stared down the exo with rage, but kept it contained as a frame took the machine gun from his hands. Another frame reached for Delta’s Mida and grabbed it. The warlock suddenly tightened his grip on the rifle. The tooth. It was still wrapped around the barrel. The frame tugged at the gun and lifted its own weapon as a silent threat. Delta took a deep breath. He would get it back. Slowly, he released his hold on the Mida and the frame promptly took it away. The Warlock turned his attention back to the exo with an anger in his soul. The exo could see Delta’s anxiety. He stopped the frame as it passed him for a moment to view the weapon. “Attached to this are we? Interesting choice in firearms. They always said you were quite the marksman.” With that he dismissed the frame. Delta’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. This had to be one of his many siblings. But which one? His captor’s purple eyes flared with intrigue as he observed the gears turning in the Warlock’s head. “Oh! Where are my manners?” he laughed. “Allow me to officially introduce myself. I am the chief strategist of this organization. My name is Oscar-7, the Fifteenth Born!” He frowned at his own announcement and looked down at the floor with some concern. The guardians glanced at each other with a mix of confusion and awkwardness. Oscar noticed their reaction and grew annoyed. “Yes I know, it’s not nearly as cool a title as Delta, the Fourth Born! God damn. Gives me chills every time.” He looked off into the distance for a moment, then turned and took a few steps forward to look Delta directly in the eyes. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, big brother. I came along some time after your… departure. How wonderful that fate has allowed us this encounter!” At last, Delta addressed his sibling. “Oh Oscar. It pains me to see another of my kin trapped in service to the Defense.” Oscar suddenly grew very angry, catching Delta off guard. “I serve no one!” he growled, grabbing his brother by the collar. “The Defense operates beneath [i]my[/i] heel!” The Warlock did not expect such an outburst of resentment from an exo that only moments before seemed so collected. Perhaps this was his way in. He decided to take it a step further. “That’s a joke, right?” Delta replied with a sly undertone. Adriar and Ross glanced at each other in confusion as he continued. “Everyone knows that Sayyed calls the shots here. You’re not fooling anyone.” Oscar shoved Delta backward as his faceplates contorted into pure rage. The white exo swiftly turned and cried out in anger as he punched a frame’s head clean off. The beheaded soldier dropped to the floor. Oscar stood over the body for a minute, breathing heavily as he came back to his senses, while the three guardians just looked on in shock. ‘Interesting,’ thought Delta. He certainly wasn’t a big fan of Sayyed. Oscar straightened his posture and folded his hands behind his back once more before turning back to his captives. “I apologize for my behavior. That was foolish of me.” “I’ll say,” Ross muttered. The white exo eyed the Hunter with annoyance, but didn’t give him a second thought. He gestured to the enormous tankbuster frame, who immediately stepped aside. “Now, if you would be so kind, please step into the elevator. And don’t get any funny ideas. You won’t last long if I am forced to terminate you.” The guardians had no choice but to obey. They were ushered into the back of the elevator and surrounded by tens of frames, Oscar standing front and center. “Where are you taking us?” Delta asked as the huge doors closed behind them. Oscar squinted at his older brother. “To my partner of course. Yara Sayyed is eager to see you again.” Delta’s eyes widened. This was it. The time to confront his demon was finally upon him. He instinctively began to reach behind him, then stopped when he remembered his Mida was no longer in his possession. He peered into the small crowd of frames and spotted their weapons in the hands of a few robots near the back. Good. They were within reach. Now they just had to wait for the next step of the plan. They remained silent as the elevator began to rise towards the top of the spire. Soon they emerged from the rest of the station and Delta was surprised to be met with warm sunlight. The elevator shaft to the top was actually clear, held together by a sturdy but open support structure outside. The Warlock became entranced as he took in the incredible view before him. He could see a large portion of the Earth below them as the station traveled in orbit. The gorgeous planet seemed to come to life as the radiant sun began to peek from behind it. Delta closed his eyes as he recalled a treasured memory. His favorite memory. [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Post?groupId=1371758&postId=243203321&sort=0&page=0]Part 5[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/224417569?page=0&sort=0&showBanned=0&path=1]The Hub[/url]