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(Nevermind, as not to interrupt to much flow--I will simply cut to the end.)

The last roar of thunder finished what had been a vicious battle been scavengers, and a lone warrior--as bodies littered the frost-bitten ground; the shells of many types of firearms scattered, and the blood as thick as the rivers of old. Spirits escaped into the sky, creating an eerie mist among the grounds of the courtyard of the RFBA Headquaters, the location which had been inhabited by the Fallen House of Winds left in ruinous condition. Avgust stood the single victor of the battle, sliding in a spare magazine drum into his fashioned weapon: the Thunderlord; which emitted a spirit as strong as that of the bodies of the Fallen, the electricity and sheer power of the weapon running down it--amplified by the Titan's own Arc-based ability. To the Windego of the Coldlands, the 138mm rounds provided by his machine gun was more than enough to deal with the dozens who dare stood in his way--their deaths adding to the ever persistent song of the weapon.

Walking over the bodies of those who had fallen, the Guardian's Ghost whispered into the environment; flying up to the sign which displayed the name of the location--scanning over the Cyrillic language, before attempting to translate: "The Russian Federation... Astronomic?"

"Close," Avgust replied, "the Russian Federal Bureau of Aeronautics."

The Ghost took silent note of that, having been dependent on the Titan to translate accurately the smaller details. The Ghost knew that if he were to find his Guardian in the remnants of Old Russia, there was a strong possibility that the one he found would have been of Old Russian origin. A treasure like this, was appreciated by the Cryptarchs; who until this point have only been able to translate fragments of the pre-Golden Age language; as it appeared that Cyrillic refused to adapt--and the speakers would only adapt to the change of the other languages. It wasn't particularly common for linguist Guardians, but whenever they were found--especially those who spoke in pre-Golden Age dialect; it was a treasure, especially to the Cryptarchs. "Sorry," the Ghost joked, "but pre-Golden Age Cyrillic isn't one of my language outputs."

The Guardian only nodded his head, before continuing into the facility--the Ghost naturally bond to the Guardian; willingly following him. Past the way, the Ghost had found the Fallen Dreg who dared challenge the Titan to a fist fight. It was obvious who the victor of that battle would be, as the Dreg lay uselessly on the soil--it's head carved against the pavement. As the two approached the great vault-like doors within the first level of the facility, past the series of reception desks and waiting rooms--the Ghost would slowly approach to the console which would grant the Titan access to the vault. "Here we are," the Ghost would say, "the Directory. Here we should find all recorded data on every planet or moon we have successfully populated."

Avgust took position to guard the Ghost, as it slowly worked away the Fallen's technology mounted to the wall. "It appears as if the Fallen tried to access it. Something kept them out, some sort of 'triple-lock code, (Zaytsev quality)' is necessary; luckily you have me." The Ghost would say, "otherwise you would be left to open it with your fists."

The Ghost turned, to see that Avgust was looking squarely at him. The Ghost shuttered internally, before carefully saying: "Of course, that might as well work." Slowly, the grand metal doors peeled away--the locks and the bolts which secured the doors rumbled; shaking dust and snow to the floor, nearly covering the Titan and the Ghost, as slowly the doors pulled into the walls and the ceiling. It was completely dark within the chambers below, the Ghost quickly activated it's personal light; allowing Avgust to see--as the Titan and the Ghost would quickly enter the chambers. Avgust turned to see the thickness of the vault doors, as it was a good three or four meters; the Ghost would silently comment by saying under what would feel like a muttered breath: "Or, it wouldn't work."

Within a moments notice, a stuttering sound would play--as Avgust would quickly raise his Thunderlord, as slowly lights which were kept off for centuries would spark to light, showing the Guardian and the Ghost the way; as the Ghost would lower the amount of light emitted. Following the way down the ramp, the Titan would eventually reach a large, cylinder-shaped room; untouched for centuries--as a matter of computer monitors and keyboards, filing devices and holographic projections would fill the dim room with light. A computerized voice would then play as Avgust would enter the room; instantly saying: «Dobro pozhalovat' v Federal'noye byuro aeronavtiki. Chto by ty u menya (Gagarin) delat'?»

"What?" The Ghost would inquire, turning to Avgust; who would easily translate: "Welcome to the Federal Bureau of Aernautics. What would you have me, (Gagarin) do?"

The Ghost would remain silent, having no clue how to respond to the situation; as Avgust would then be forced to ask the AI Gagarin: «Gagarin, pozhaluysta, vy mozhete otkryt' vse dannyye po obitayemykh planet ili sputnikov.» The Ghost would then look to Avgust, before asking the Titan: "What did you ask it to do?"

"I believe I asked it to pull up all information on inhabited planets or satellites." The Titan would reply, before all the monitors would begin to spin with code; the hologram of the RFBA situated in the center of the room soon transforming into several spheres, the Guardian and the Ghost's attention drawn to the center of the room. «Graf sem' planet ili sputnikov, kotoryye podpadayut pod kategoriyu zhizni. Mogu li ya sdelat' chto-nibud' yeshche?» Gagarin would soon reply, as the screens and monitors would then display data on the seven planets or moons in particular--as Avgust's attention was drawn towards the one labeled as: Europa. "What is it now?" The Ghost would ask, "Sorry to say, I can't be nearly as useful as I usually am without understanding."

"We have our planets or moons," Avgust would reply; before asking the Ghost: "Would you like data to be collected? I am sure I can have Gagarin here transfer data for you."

"Is it in a language I understand?" The Ghost would soon question, as the Titan would turn to ask: «Gagarin, vy mozhete perenesti vse dannyye po Dukhu? Angliyskiy, yesli eto vozmozhno.»

«Da.» Gagarin would reply, as the Ghost's energy would very rapidly fluctuate; as the blue eye of the device would flicker constantly--until a pained breath would fall on the Ghost, before it would say: "All data received; surprisingly. And all in a language I understand; how did you manage to do that?"

"Doesn't matter," Avgust would say, "Can you send all the information back to the Tower via the Transmat?" The Ghost would sigh, rolling its roboting eye before replying: "Of course I can. But there is a fair amount of data here, it would require some time." The Ghost would then form a blue-like orb, as coding would fill the center of the device, being sent to random directions--as a process like this would have taken a large amount of time; but Avgust knew his Ghost to be capable of many great things--and luckily the process would finish within a matter of 57 seconds. "There, I have the data sent. Should be a matter of minutes, even an hour for them to receive it all--however." The Ghost would say.

Avgust would then nod his head, preparing to leave the cylinder-shaped room; commanding the Ghost to: "Prepare a NAV mark for this location. Send the code to access this to the City aswell--"

But the Titan was soon interrupted by the Ghost, as it would very quickly say: "Nevermind that! We have an incoming transmission from Commander Zavala, back from the Tower. Odd, I wouldn't have expected the data to have been sent that fast." Avgust nodded his head, as he would say: "Very well then, play the transmission."

"Avgust, we have received news that a number of Guardians have been found missing within the last day or so. We have them placed somewhere past the Reef, near the orbit of the planet Jupiter. Most, if not all these Guardians have disappeared without informing the Tower of their course of action. The Vanguard believes that you, should travel out to this location; and try to locate these Guardians. Abandon your objective, we cannot afford to lose numbers at this time--especially when the Darkness grows this strong." Zavala would radio, as eventually the Radio Transmission would die out. The Ghost would look towards Avgust, before saying: "Doesn't look like he is really giving us an option here. But a location past the Reef? That journey can take hours, if not days--especially with as tight the boarders that the Awoken are keeping."

"That doesn't matter." Avgust would say, "If necessary, we will find an alternative route past the Reef, or even the Asteroid Belt."

"I really admire your sense of duty," the Ghost would say, somewhat sarcastically, "sure we cannot take a trip back to the Tower to recover much better supplies?"

The Titan answered that by checking the safety of the Thunderlord, and audible click sounding as the Titan would then walk back through the main passage way to the reception area of the RFBA Headquaters. The Ghost would sigh, realizing it was being left behind; before warping back into the bond kept between the Guardian and it.

"I guess not."