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"Essal. Wake up. Here they come."

Arxus Essal had laid himself out upon a rocky aclove in the Cosmodrome's Mothyards sector; his target for today was a Fallen caravan, expected to come through the area carrying sensitive information on their operations. It was too valuable a opportunity to pass up, so the Vanguards had sent Arxus to do the job.

"I'm awake, Ghost..." Arxus muttered, his eye shooting open to observe the rusted planes and whatever else was to behold within the Mothyards.

"Sixteen, roaming northways. You can't take them all."

"I don't need to." Arxus tapped the side of his Dead orbit helmet, summoning up his HUD and tracker. "Heavy ammo synth, if you please."

"What are you planning?" His ghost questioned, unaware of what the Titan had planned. A small bleep had occured somewhere upon the Ghost's shell in the meanwhile.

"Stop your worrying, Ghost. You'll see." At the Titan's feet was his trusty weapon, the Gjallarhorn; it was a weapon that he came to rely on time and time again, and it rarely ever failed him. His armored digits came to grip the weapon in proper spots, handle and elsewhere, before hoisting it up over his shoulder with a grunt. The metallic sheen of the launcher glistened in the sun. "Just give me one good shot. That's all I will need."

The roaming band of Fallen had just come into view, headed by Captains, with Vandals and Dregs in descending order. It had seemed alike a raiding party if anything else. The Fallen advanced with their own certain caution, growling and communicating in whatever alien language they used.

"I see them." Arxus remarked with a calm emotion washing upon his hidden expression. With his Gjallarhorn aimed down sights, the weapon began to blip excitedly, as if eager to strike the first blow. The sights were trained upon the head of one of the pack leaders, and it would no doubt lead to a catastrophic chain reaction.