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( well, guess we're on the ketch now. Going to give my Ghost a name too, to make roleplaying out its' parts a bit easier. The Ghost will be called Grim, fitting towards Arxus and his somewhat shaky alliance with Dead Orbit. )

Sometime between the meeting with the Vanguard and the present, most of Fireteam Argus moved onto the ketch parked nearby the Tower hanger. The interior of a Ketch wasn't entirely familar to him; the last time he was on one, he was being held captive by the House of Devils. It felt like so long ago. In another life entirely. Arxus sat atop of a pile of crates, eyeing the rest of the Guardians aboard the Ketch. There were some new recruits to join the mission, but many of them were old faces from the Europa mission. He felt somewhat safe in their hands, despite Sauron's clear instability and Scythe's disrespect towards authoritative figures.

Grim popped out from the ether, sporting a black and gold hull to differeniate itself from other Ghosts. The Ghost blinked and overlooked the others present on the Ketch. "Some group you have going here."

"It is, isn't it?" Arxus replied. He pulled his Gjallarhorn off his back, using the weapon for support in his seated position. The rocket launcher had a few cracks in it; nothing too serious, and Grim could probably repair it with a few weapon parts if necessary. Someday, maybe, he'd even make a few modifications to the weapon. It had been worthy so far, but even old tech needed a fresh upgrade sometimes. "So you're telling me that a Hive cult is running around, trying to collect some old bones?" Arxus finally spoke up, addressing the fireteam. "This Enxor must be insanely powerful. Like a Hive God, yeah?" Arxus scratched at the light stubble growing at his chin. A few small scars were on his face, besides the big one that ran from his eyebrow to his cheek. "Crota was a Hive God too, but look what happened to him."

"It's different." Grim interjected. "According to some of Toland's findings, coupled with Cryptarch reports, Enxor was a destructive force of nature. Almost akin to the Horseman of Death."

"And he came riding on a pale horse. His rider was Death." Arxus spoke with a sigh, reciting a verse loosely based from old religions.

"Unfortunately." Grim retorted.

"So, it's going to take all of us to take this guy down." Arxus tapped his Gjallarhorn to the metal grating below him, creating a resounding thump that echoed twice. "I'm in."