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(Alright, I've been procrastinating long enough. So guardians, shall we dance?)

The blizzard died down to a low, snow-flecked wind. The near silence was cut short by the thundering arrival of four skiffs marked in storms colors. They shortly hovered over a snowy rise opposite the relay station before each opening to discourge a horde of fallen (mostly vandals) onto the hill. The scouting party moved from a nearby rock to meet the force, as one final hulking figure dropped from one of the skiffs and slowly paced towards them.

"Greetings, my lord." The pikemaster said, he and his trackers bowing before the archon. "Thou hast done thy duty well." replied Rhall, his gaze focused on the relay station. "But here thy work is done, while another task awaits thee elsewhere. I bid thee ride to the south of the mountains, and disrupt the cabal there. The beasts seek to deploy a firebase, and soon after, no doubt, artillery. They would seek to pound the mountain pass until naught remains but splintered rock and torn flesh. Deny them this." "As thou commands, so shall it be." With that, the trackers mounted their pikes and made haste down the canyon, and out of sight.

With his hounds retasked, Rhall turned his full attention to the situation at hand. Activating his helm's telescopic zoom, he studied the relay station from afar. The ancient building sat at the end of an icy canyon, half buried in snow, and well out of weapons range, although the same probably applied for his prey. While they had hidden themselves well amongst the ruin, the archon's gaze showed five bright points of light amongst the backdrop of darkness. One atop the tower, three spaced apart along the roof, and one crouched behind a slab of metal in front.

"And when the hounds have cornered the prey, then, and only then, do the hunters strike." He tore his gaze from his quarry to survey his own forces. Roughly thirty vandals, fifteen dregs, two captains, his bodyguard, and a lesser servitor stood with him. Many amongst them had earned the title of reaver, and sported trophies of past hunts. Cabal battleplate, hive bone, vex metal, and even cloth bearing the colors of other houses stood out amongst the crowd. But they had yet to hunt the most dangerous game, and Rhall was not one to underestimate a foe.

With a barked order, they formed disciplined ranks, groups of roughly ten, facing towards the foe. The captains took command of their own groups while Rhall, his bodyguard, and the servitor took their place in the center block; composed of his most trusted reavers. But the fallen did not yet advance, for Rhall had one final surprise in store for the light's servants.

The archon whipped his head back, as if to utter a scream. But instead, a low machine warble rolled across the valley. For a few moments, nothing happened, then the fallen were obscured by clouds of black haze split by lightning, which birthed rank upon rank of vex goblins. The guardian’s questions only compounded when, instead of attacking the fallen, they kneeled as one facing the archon.

Behind his helm, Rhall grinned. To advance upon the relay station, even with the sparse cover before it, would be suicide. But when your cover moved with you... Rhall let loose another low electronic wail, followed by a warcry. And with that, the fallen poured forth, advancing behind a wall of bronze bodies.