[spoiler]Characters and content relating to a BraveCole Fanfiction belongs to BraveCole. This is what you people can call a Fanfiction of a fanfiction, I like to call it a fan-fanfiction. Screw it. Also, Rakkl-7 will now just be called Rakkl, like how we call Cayde-6 "Cayde" 'cuz we're lazy.[/spoiler] [i]We see our future raiders send their regards to BraveCole. The professor seems to remain as zany as he is, and is prepared to withstand Ikora's wrath. Rakkl whispers something to Fexil, and Fexil merely shakes his head. Fexil turns to Bark, who now insists they call him Bark, and speaks. [/i] Fexil: Alrighty, we don't have much time; the other bastards are going to be here, and when they do, they won't stand aside for lil' kids. Dawn: W-what will they do? RJ: I mean, it's not like they're gonna sabotage us or anything, right? Rakkl: Being the first team to clear the Vault has some value to it. No team's gonna want to pass that up. Bark: We're just doing this for fun. Nothing special. Ventis: Alright, so let's go on the sync plates now, I think the prophecies have run out. Rakkl: Better hope it ain't one of 'he worse ones out there... Those reveal dark, dark secrets. Fexil: Heh, like you tried to borrow toilet paper from the ladies? Rakkl: Shaddup! I was in 7 years' maintenence! [i]As Fexil stops joking around, Becky looks around the group. She senses a darkness, an ancient pulsation she had never felt before as a Ghost. Maybe being infused with the mote of light was a bad idea. As the door opens, that feeling grows stronger. She stays silent, in hopes that it was just the Vault speaking. [/i] RJ: Whew! Those minotaurs were tough! My shottie might be my only friend tonight! Ventis: I hope you do not marry that shotgun. It already has a ring to it. Dawn: Yeah, r-remember that y-you have us! Fexil: Alright kids! Ready to jump? Becky: I do not think that jump looks safe, Hon. Rakkl: It'd be funny if one suddenly slips and falls off the map. [i]Becky shoots a look at Rakkl, and Rakkl grins. Ventis suspects that Rakkl does not support their victory. Fexil reassures everyone that the jump will be safe, as long as they activate their jumps and thrusters. [/i] Rakkl: ... but a warlock's thruster has less power than a titan's. A Hunter's jump can double, triple, or even quadruple, for agility advantages. Ventis, I advise you watch Little Fang over here. Bark: Heard that, you little mechanical bastard. Rakkl: Heh. Ventis: Okay. Fexil: Remember! [i]Fexil jumps off the platform, striking a daring pose.[/i] Fexil: You only live once! Ventis: Actually, your Ghost can revive you. Fexil: Gaaahh! [i]It would seem that Fexil landed on that "sweet spot," on which Rakkl simply laughed his sweet butt off.[/i] Rakkl: Hahaha! That was hilarious! hahaha! Becky: Hon, your sadistical mannerism will seriously get you kicked off this fireteam. Rakkl: Who are you, my wife? Hahaha! [i]Becky, obviously pissed, checks on BraveCole. Here, we see BraveCole, cleaning the Sweeper Bot's debris. It can be assumed that this Sweeper Bot had starred in a Destiny 2 trailer, but his gruff attitude says otherwise.[/i] Sweeper Bot: ([i]Over Coms[/i]) Scrub my feet ya lil' rascal. I know I got some rust in there. Oh yeah, lemme try your boots! BraveCole: Jerk, you just told me to wash your goddamned feet like eighteen times already! I mean, can they even be called feet? Also, if you haven't noticed because maybe you're blind, your feet are wet! You know how much I hate getting my goddamned boots wet! Sweeper Bot: And I will relish that. By the way, your girlfriend is talking to you. What are ya, Skype buddies or something? Screw that! BraveCole: Hmm? Oh, Becky! How's the kids! Do they wanna go home yet? Cause if they are, I'm totally not washing a drone's feet. Sweeper Bot: Did you just assume my gender?! BraveCole: My bad! [i](Whispers)[/i] Appearently, memes don't get old 'round here. Damn, I need my peanut butter. Becky: They are well, but they may need help. BraveCole: Dammit! Forgot to give 'em food. Reckon they'd like some peanut butter? Becky: *sigh* You know as well as I do that I cannot transmat food over great distances, Hon BraveCole: Alright, fine! Peanut Butter isn't for the little lighted anyways! Sweeper Bot: Enough lazing! I want that Butter on my gutters! BraveCole: Ew. Just... nasty. Becky: Hon, I'll teleport...now [i]Becky transmats herself, up to the point where Ventis has had his leg joints misplaced. Rakkl is facing quite the same fate; gotta love karma sometimes.[/i] Becky: Wow. Rakkl: I know right? See what I told this warlock? Ventis: You just told me that warlocks floof! RJ: Well ya floofed wrong. Ventis: How was I supposed to know that a structure was going to form? Becky: Hold up! I'll fix you up, Hon! Fexil: We'll cover Ventis from anymore fire! Dawn! Cast your bubble! Dawn: I'm bubbling! Rakkl: *make bubbling noises* Dawn: Ew! Rakkl: Well, I'm sorry if I don't have bubbles at my disposal! [i]Rakkl spits an imaginary drop of spit, making a sound like gears dropping. Becky is fixing Ventis's leg up, and Fexil and the rest are fighting Praetorians, preventing a potential wipe. As the fight goes on, Rakkl has to go to the tower, to get something. They allow him to leave.[/i]