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“From?” Osiris absentmindedly pushes a sack of candy corn aside with his foot and leans forward. | “From?” Osiris absentmindedly pushes a sack of candy corn aside with his foot and leans forward. | ||
“Somewhere outside the system. Some pretty heavy encryption at work, but… there’s a repeated phrase. A name. Caiatl?” | “Somewhere outside the system. Some pretty heavy encryption at work, but… there’s a repeated phrase. A name. [[Caiatl, the Princess-Imperial|Caiatl]]?” | ||
“How many Cabal leaders still vie for dominion atop Ghaul’s grave? Let them grind each other into dust.” | “How many Cabal leaders still vie for dominion atop Ghaul’s grave? Let them grind each other into dust.” | ||
“There are responses from Nessus, the Reef, the EDZ. She’s calling the Legion home… or, no… back to her bosom? She wants them to capture Calus to prove their loyalty, but it sounds like the Leviathan is missing.” | “There are responses from [[Nessus]], the Reef, the [[EDZ]]. She’s calling the Legion home… or, no… back to her bosom? She wants them to capture Calus to prove their loyalty, but it sounds like the Leviathan is missing.” | ||
“Their bloody feud continues. If Caiatl is stirring up the Legion, the Vanguard will want to know their plans.” | “Their bloody feud continues. If Caiatl is stirring up the Legion, the Vanguard will want to know their plans.” | ||
“One of the response signals is offering Caiatl tribute from somewhere near Sorik’s Cut. Some other weird noise too.” | “One of the response signals is offering Caiatl tribute from somewhere near [[Sorik’s Cut]]. Some other weird noise too.” | ||
“This message here,” Osiris says and points to the on-screen readout of Sagira’s scans. “Caiatl sends an emissary to receive their tribute.” | “This message here,” Osiris says and points to the on-screen readout of Sagira’s scans. “Caiatl sends an emissary to receive their tribute.” | ||
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“We’ll hit them after the offering is made. I don’t want the Cabal Empire to know we’re tapping their communications.” | “We’ll hit them after the offering is made. I don’t want the Cabal Empire to know we’re tapping their communications.” | ||
A horde of Cabal crowd into a crude shelter, assembled from several decommissioned drop pods. Green light shines through the cracks. A royal blue banner of Cabal make lay cast in squalid bubbling mud. Sagira and her Guardian survey the scene, perched on Fallen ruins high above the Boil. The bulk of the evening is spent silent. The only exception: Sagira’s repeated affirmations. “They’re still just huddled around that rock.” | A horde of Cabal crowd into a crude shelter, assembled from several decommissioned drop pods. Green light shines through the cracks. A royal blue banner of Cabal make lay cast in squalid bubbling mud. Sagira and her Guardian survey the scene, perched on Fallen ruins high above the [[The Boil|Boil]]. The bulk of the evening is spent silent. The only exception: Sagira’s repeated affirmations. “They’re still just huddled around that rock.” | ||
“Patience is a virtue, Sagira.” Osiris closes his eyes to the Reef sky and waits for signals to guess at the Darkness’s plans. The stars watch, all the weight of jet-black space upon him. He is extinguished among their lightyears. | “Patience is a virtue, Sagira.” Osiris closes his eyes to the Reef sky and waits for signals to guess at the Darkness’s plans. The stars watch, all the weight of jet-black space upon him. He is extinguished among their lightyears. | ||
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“They’re all still in there. Eighteen life signs. No shots. No one’s even moved. I don’t like it.” | “They’re all still in there. Eighteen life signs. No shots. No one’s even moved. I don’t like it.” | ||
Tired hours flit by. Morning rises. There are no Cabal skirmishes against the Scorn, no metallurgists patching Phalanx shields with molten slag, or Psion lookouts tracing firing lines. | Tired hours flit by. Morning rises. There are no Cabal skirmishes against the Scorn, no metallurgists patching [[Phalanx]] shields with molten slag, or [[Psion]] lookouts tracing firing lines. | ||
“They’re on the move!” Sagira leers over the edge of their perch. The escape latch on the frontal pod dome bursts open and slams against the pod wall. Ten leave: nine unsteady forms in dull red, one vivid blue. They disperse out into the Shore. | “They’re on the move!” Sagira leers over the edge of their perch. The escape latch on the frontal pod dome bursts open and slams against the pod wall. Ten leave: nine unsteady forms in dull red, one vivid blue. They disperse out into the Shore. | ||
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“Creepy. They don’t even notice us. Keep those spitfires ready.” She turns to Osiris. “This is the most vascular rock I’ve ever scanned.” | “Creepy. They don’t even notice us. Keep those spitfires ready.” She turns to Osiris. “This is the most vascular rock I’ve ever scanned.” | ||
Osiris peers into the Hive protrusion. Metallic flecks shimmer, and he sees a long and empty road. Meandering. He wishes to plant a great banner over it, so that all may see. A beacon, alight with Phoenix flame. Looming in the nascent flamelight hangs the terrace of blades. The terrace dominates the road; its precipice at his throat. He raises the Dawnblade to meet them. Rupturing cacophony ravages his senses. | Osiris peers into the Hive protrusion. Metallic flecks shimmer, and he sees a long and empty road. Meandering. He wishes to plant a great banner over it, so that all may see. A beacon, alight with Phoenix flame. Looming in the nascent flamelight hangs the terrace of blades. The terrace dominates the road; its precipice at his throat. He raises the [[Dawnblade]] to meet them. Rupturing cacophony ravages his senses. | ||
I AM THE WAR YOU CRAVE. PURPOSE ETERNAL. A LEGACY IN BLOOD. | I AM THE WAR YOU CRAVE. PURPOSE ETERNAL. A LEGACY IN BLOOD. | ||
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CONSUME OR BE CONSUMED. | CONSUME OR BE CONSUMED. | ||
The Cabal trundles forward. Osiris billows incineration. The blaze cooks the interior of the pod. Kneeling Cabal break free of their trance and stand in the scalding air. Of the remaining seven, two fall immediately to a hail of celestial firebolts. Osiris grounds himself and unleashes a cascade of Arc across the mass of lumbering Legionaries. Lightning bends inward against the pod’s magnetic shielding. He holds the storm on them until pressure gel hisses and spits from their suits. | The Cabal trundles forward. Osiris billows incineration. The blaze cooks the interior of the pod. Kneeling Cabal break free of their trance and stand in the scalding air. Of the remaining seven, two fall immediately to a hail of celestial firebolts. Osiris grounds himself and unleashes a cascade of Arc across the mass of lumbering [[Legionary|Legionaries]]. Lightning bends inward against the pod’s magnetic shielding. He holds the storm on them until pressure gel hisses and spits from their suits. | ||
Osiris exhales. Their smoldering bodies invade his nostrils. The scene clarifies. Horror, scorch, and char. | Osiris exhales. Their smoldering bodies invade his nostrils. The scene clarifies. Horror, scorch, and char. | ||