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(I am assuming the message sent is a distress call, if not--I will edit accordingly.)

Avgust slid back into his seat; engaging the function as he soon regained access of the controls, the "Outrageous Fortune" beginning to enter the Thermosphere--swimming among the auroras in the sky. The Ghost would re-appear from its combined state with the Titan, as it frantically looked towards the Guardian; who then responding--staring back, the Ghost beginning to say: "Receiving a data-package from one of the ships, "Aspect of Glass"!"

Avgust would nod, before quietly asking: "What does it say?" The Ghost would open to its sphere-like state, drawing inwards the information which it was receiving from the channels; quietly and quickly translating the contents of the message, before saying with a hint of hope, but a bit of despair: "It is a distress signal, sent from elsewhere. Another Guardian's Ghost is leaving us with a set of emergency coordinates. Nothing else is included with the message."

The Titan would sigh, before putting the "Outrageous Fortune" into a dive maneuver; burning past the Mesosphere, shooting straight through the Stratosphere--before finally erupting into the Troposphere of the satellite. Leveling out the jumpship, Avgust would spin through the lower atmosphere; heading close to the emergency coordinates, before pulling down towards the half-kilometer radius which the coordinates lain within. He lowered the vessel, five meters above the icy surface--as the Titan would disengage his seat, strap on the ice-treads to his greaves; pulling on the climbing equipment over his shoulder. Removing his Thunderlord and 'The Thing I Carry' from the rack, he would strap the Vanguard-grade Scout Rifle to his back; the Ghost collecting the Secret Handshake within the Transmat storage.

Clicking the safety off the Thunderlord, the spirit-infused machine gun would hiss to life; electricity running down the barrel of the weapon--the Titan then commanding: "Beam us down to the surface, keep pinging this Ghost's coordinates with the message: 'Vanguard inbound, keep replies on E-Band."

"Of course, Titan. And of any opposition we meet?" The Ghost asks, warping the Titan down to the surface of the icy moon.

"We terminate."