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Curran heard a tapping on the cockpit while he was head-first in the spare parts locker, followed by a muffled noise. Something was out there. It wasn't Terra, Cev, or Osagia. His helmet systems were still reading their beacons in their ships. "Ghost? Analysis?" His device appeared, buzzing as it scanned. "There is a life form just outside. I cannot tell what kind, it is obstructed by mud."

"Maybe it's a Psion. They seem to love getting their hands dirty." Curran reached over and grabbed his Red Death. "You know, when I first met you, I really didn't peg you for the shoot-first-ask-questions-later-type."

"I wasn't. But then I went into the depths of Hive catacombs, the bellies of Fallen Ketches, the hearts of Vex networks, and the innermost workings of Cabal bases. I learned not to take chances."

"You really should with this. We're expecting Vanguard warriors, soon. That could be them."

"I'll fire a round at their feet. I see one wrong move, they see nothing more."

"This can only end badly..." The Ghost said. For Curran or the contact outside, he didn't know.