Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150307231018/@comment-1524575-20150310175729

As the Titan's ship piloted itself out of the lower atmosphere of the moon, and returned to orbit by a blaze of orange and blue fury; the heavily armored figure and Ghost would push through the versatile conditions and weather--battling the elements through their own means of protection; the Titan protected by the addition of his applied balaclava mats, while the Ghost pushed through due to the fact that is was a machine, rather than an organic. The whiteness beating against the blackened armor, Avgust would keep his head forward--pushing past the fierce winds of the blizzard, his hardened footsteps amplified with the addition of his ice-treads; piercing through the layers of sheeted snow and ice effortlessly. His only objective at the moment was to reach the Navigation Point which was provided to him by another Guardians' Ghost, keeping his weapon lowered; as he had no need to fire at the moment.

Avgust's Ghost would beep, as it turned to address its Guardian: "Considering the coordinates again, they prove to be located underground. And we didn't bring a spade, Titan." The Titan turned, distracted by the Ghost temporarily--before shaking his head; pointing to what appeared to be the entrance of the cave, the Ghosts curious eye darting in the direction, focusing in on the two orange armored Fallen. It then cut off suddenly, returning to the bond with its Avgust, before replying: "Or, the Fallen found them before we did! That's why it is an emergency, our Guardians have been captured; taken underground... what do you advise we do?"

Avgust raised his Thunderlord, the weapon turning to life as the electricity ran down the better at an ever growing rate--as if the weapon was conscious of the souls it was about to consume; the Titan's trigger-finger sliding from outside of the trigger-guard onto the trigger itself, as he would raise the weapon to threaten the Fallen. "O, that is right... Terminate." The Ghost then whispered to the Guardian, as Avgust would squeeze the trigger; sending a fury of projectiles at the unaware orange-colored Fallen, the mechanical chugging of the Thunderlord coming to exist.