Curran led the fireteam back to the plateau where they had stored their personal ships. As he disembarked his Sparrow, he looked to Osagia. Despite her wounds in the battle with Besis, she already looked much stronger.

They each split up and boarded their craft. Curran opened a small storage locker in his own. His Ghost appeared next to him. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Just fine. I'll feel better when this is all over and we can get back to the tower."

"I know what you mean." The device said, swiveling its facets. It then went over to check something. Curran took the time to clean his Red Death and make some slight tuning adjustments.

After some time, a small alert chimed. "I'm detecting a Vanguard ship approaching." His Ghost said.

"It must be Osagia's friend from the Vanguard." Curran said, slinging his weapon on his back. His armor was still dented and plastered with dried, orange mud. But a Titan didn't complain about looks. "Let's go meet this 'Ceruliam', then."

(Note: I don't want to disappoint anyone, but I will maintain control of Terra and Cev for this RP. Release TheKraken, you may resume your command of Osagia, if you so wish.)

Romulus Akesti

Human Male

Titan (Note- if TTK classes are allowed, he will stay a Sunbreaker primarily. Otherwise, Striker.)

Appearance- Romulus is very tall, 6ft 10. He has short hair, and blue eyes. His left foot is prosthetic, after it was blown off by a mine.

NL Shadow 701x

Invective

Pax Totallus

Helm of Inmost Light

Kellslayer's Curiass, Grips, Greaves

Bio- A young man at the time of the Collapse, Romulus carries a deeply seeded hatred of the Cabal.  Romulus was born and killed in the European Dead Zone, so he has a British accent. After he was revived by his Ghost, Romulus hiked hundreds of miles until he found a single, broken-down Sparrow. His Ghost repaired it. He then proceded to ride the speeder for 11 days before coming across a dead Guardian. Romulus used the Guardian's scout rifle to fight off a huge swarm of Dregs from an unknown house. His Ghost located the slain Guardian's jumpship. He returned the body to the City, where the newly revived Guardian let Romulus keep the gun. He then trained as a Titan, picking up tricks from Zavala and Shaxx along the way.

(Sure thing Nova. Also, I have a reason as why Osagia met Ceruliam..... you'll know later')

(Also, can we use TTK subclassses? PLEASE?!?!?)

(A few hours after the meeting.....)

Osagia was in a heated match of Trials. The score was 4-4, with less than a minute on the clock. Redying her Jewel, she  prepared for the enemy to rush them.

They never did, as they were in the back, sniping. Suddenly, Osagia saw a line of blue energy, traveling mach speeds, graze her head, striking her teammate behind her. 

She was going to end this.

Pulling out her Lord Of Wolves and reviving her fallen teammate, she led the charge. The enemy team, caught off guard, were firing shot after shot at them, hoping that one of the bullets connected with their heads.

Ceruliam, her somewhat boyfriend, charged into one the enemy team's faces, slamming them into the wall, reducing them down to Ghost form.

They killed the rest and basked in their victory.

(I wanted this RP to take place sometime before TTK, as Atheon's warning to Tortheon was referring to Oryx's arrival. However, I don't suppose it would hurt to use the new subclasses. Just use caution, OK? Thanks.)

(Very nice! Very nice indeed! <insert applause here>)

Thraxx was lying in mud. He hated mud. Not because of the reason so many other Hunters hated it; their clothes gets dirty by it. Thraxx hated it because it was impossible to line up a sniper rifle shot when you lie in it. And he had been in the mud for three days now. Three days since he had landed on Titan, three days since he had gotten orders from the Vanguard to go there. And after three days he had not found anything but a bunch of shot-down Skiffs, the corpse of a Fallen Captain who might have been a Baron (Thraxx had looted the corpse), and the sealed entrance to some old, possibly Golden Age, underground bunker. He had tried to open it, but it had remained sealed. Now, Thraxx had decided to go after the Cabal. Either they knew how to open the gate, or he would just steal a Projection Rifle and blow the gate open. However, what he saw when he finally reached the top of the damned muddy cliff he had been crawling on, was not Cabal. Three jumpships, placed in the shape of a triangle. No Guardians could be seen around the ships though, so they were either away doing whatever mission they were supposed to do, or they were inside them. Thraxx hoped for the latter as he started his descent from the cliff.

(Yay! Thnx Nova!)

Thraxx slowly approached the Jumpships. He was vary of possible traps, and proceeded with caution. Soon, he found himself near the closest Jumpship, an ancient Arcadia-class Ship. Carefully examining it and the other ships, Thraxx deducted there were no traps. He looked over to the other ships, a Kestrel Class CX0 and a LRv3 Javelin, and saw no lifesigns. He walked over to the Kestrel and heaved himself up on it. Peeking inside the cockpit he saw a cloak wrapped around the pilot chair. A Hunter owns this ship, Thraxx thought. Looking inside the Javelin Thraxx found several data-slates spread around controls, and a few books here and there. Warlock, Thraxx thought. And finally, he observed the cockpit of the Arcadia and saw that it was tidy and clean, but the heads of Fallen Captains adorned the back. On the control desk Thraxx saw a polished helmet with a large plasteel visor. However, there was a few pools of mud around the pilot seat. This Titan have recently been in action, and is still inside the ship, Thraxx thought. Carefully, he knocked on the glass.

"Hello?"

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.