Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150307231018/@comment-25932172-20150422015741

( Personally, I don't think that the House of Storms could afford to send every unit they have after the relay station. With them fighting the Cabal, and still conducting other operations on Europa, they'd be spreading themselves thin. The Storm doesn't seem to be as big of a house as the House of Devils or House of Winter, so I'd vote for an organized but lethal strike. Say, the Storm decides to send out their most elite assassins to take care of the Guardians. That's my opinion, anyways. )

Arxus clutched both his hands around VoC. The bronze-ish gun glistened in the dim light of the relay station, which in itself proved to be a powerful beacon of the night. It was clear that the Fallen had been tracking them for quite some time now. From what he knew, a few gathering scout parties patrolled the outer rim of the relay station's environment; likely just proving to be envoys for the main forces. Arxus noticed another snowstorm was blowing in; if they fought here and now, the battle would be heavily against the Guardians' favor. "Covering your movements." The Titan eventually replied to his superior officer, after properly surveying the battlefield. Poking the barrel of his scout rifle between a break in his cover, the male calmed his heart beat and observed the snowy fields.

Arxus tapped the side of his helmet, hearing a message incoming from somewhere nearby. Due to the incoming storm, the message was slightly garbled, but Arxus was eventually able to discern the intention. "Boss, we have another Guardian inbound. Hoping they don't end up like the others." The Titan tapped his helmet again and went radio-silent. Adjusting the scope on his rifle, he switched it out for one with better zoom. Peering through, his sight caught the ridge beyond the relay station.