Artemis, a renounced huntress, leaned against the wall of her perch which lay in one of the many abandoned buildings of Venus. Her ghost' voice rung through her heads up display, his tone urgent. "Uhm, red, you might want to check out this message Ikora just sent out."He offered, the girls attention immediately perking. The mechanical companion relayed the transmission and the warlock quartermaster broke through the silence. "Guardians, we've reports of a broken transmission resonating from the Vault of Glass. The message seems to have sourced from our warlock Praedyth---"Ikoras voice was tuned out, the huntress freezing. It was impossible. [i]No one escaped the void[/i]. Well...until now. After all guardians make their own fate. "Tell Ikora I'm on it, and patch me that relay transmission."She ordered, pushing herself from the perch and racing towards the vault. If praedyth escaped back to this timeline perhaps Aries did as well... (Open to anyone on Venus)