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The Forgotten Shore had cleaned out in a matter of minutes, perhaps as the Cabal retreated in order to renew their assault at a later time. Losing so many of their numbers to one Guardian was shameful, especially for an intergalatic warmongering race who's sole duty it was to wage war across multiple fronts. Granted, Erasmus did not consider himself an ordinary Guardian. Studying Cabal anatomy gave him insight into their weaknesses. Suddenly, Cassius appeared with something to report. It interrupted the Warlock's silent musings of the nature of the universe, or whatever it was that Warlocks thought about when they were alone.

"Picking up some scattered Guardian chatter. Looks like they're locked in an intense battle with a Cabal Valus." Just as he was speaking, the rather loud death cry of a Cabal soldier erupted across the communication line. "... or they *were* fighting a Valus."

"Just tell me where they are. I feel the need to meet with these moronic light-wielders." Erasmus lowered his pulse rifle onto his back; the maglocks interwoven into his robe attracted the metal of the weapon, and locked it firmly into place.

"Dock 13, sir. Seems like the Cabal have dug in pretty deep all over the Cosmodrome." Cassius replied, turning towards Erasmus and blinking with a single, luminous gold eye.

"Summon my Sparrow." As Erasmus said this, his Sparrow was transmatted in aside of him; mounting it, he gripped the throttle and twisted the pedals. The engine flared up with intense heat and before long, he took off towards the Mothyards, expecting to take a round-about trip towards the destination of Dock 13.