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The cold wind howled through the Cosmodrome on another evening. Long had been the days since the Taken War, where everything had finally seemed to return to normal. The corrupted Taken no longer roamed the fields, replaced with the Fallen, who desperately attempted to pick up the pieces of their remnants.

Gunshots echoed through the Terrestial Complex. A burning Dreg flew into view. Arxus raced into the complex, his Dead Orbit shotgun handy. He blasted rounds through Dregs and Vandals alike, sending them and their yellow-garbed bodies against the cold ground. Arxus looked different now. 5 months was enough to do that to anyone. A single optical sensor glowed on his helmet, as he stared down towards the open array.

A small machine popped out; it was his Ghost, Grim. "The Vanguard said that the Kings were shipping vital intelligence through this area. We could really use it to get an idea on their next move. The Kings still remain pretty much a mystery to us. We don't even know who their Kell is."

Arxus handloaded 5 more shotgun shells into his shotgun, before pumping the spent shell out. "Right under our noses, too. I hate it already, Grim." Arxus lowered his aim and stepped out onto the open balcony area, with snow blowing through rather heavily.