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In the aftermath of the Cabal assault, Erasmus seemed more focused on mopping up the enemies then concerning himself with his fellow Guardians; after all, he was here for himself. A few Legionaries crawled away from the launchpad, with broken legs and barely breathing. Erasmus approached one and stepped upon the soldier's hand. With Red Death wielded, he offered a quick death with a bullet through the brain. Oil and blood splattered across the ground. Kneeling down, he took the liberty of seizing one of the Cabal's helmets, and a secure line to the Cabal communication grid with it. The device was relatively intact, however charred black with void energy. He lifted the helmet up, and Cassius began to scan it.

Once Cassius had completed his scans, the helmet disappeared into transmat. The Ghost had effectively secured a stable line into the Cabal frequency, for as long as they would allow it. Erasmus rose to his feet again and turned to face the other Guardians. They were a mish-mash of different backgrounds, different classes and different ideals. Erasmus lowered his pulse rifle onto his back. "You seem to be implying that I'm like the other Warlocks you've met. Or I may be mistaken. Though, I'm sure you love demanding things from Guardians you randomly meet in the field." Erasmus walked back into the dock, arms crossed and Cassius seemingly saying something to him personally. "You may call me... Erasmus. If you so desire. I don't really care. As for my purpose here, I'm aware that you're hunting a particularly important quarry. I'm simply here to make sure it doesn't escape."