Masterpost: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/253000143/0/0 Lacer strolled into the Drifter’s spot in the annex of the tower. The rogue lightbearer leaned on the railing behind him like it was a throne, and the swirling bank behind him threw his shadow onto the titan in waves. “Hey, hotshot.” Drifter flipped a coin into the air and kicked it into a pocket of his duster. “Give us the motes.” Lacer stood mere feet from the Drifter, towering over him. “Woah! Sure, kid, let me just…” he pulled out a datapad, “Oh, right. You see that there? That’s a big fat loss!” He flipped the pad around to show the detailed rundown of their match. “Deal’s off.” “Come on, man. You know me. I’ll owe you.” “Owe me? Ha! I ain’t taking that. You know why?” “...Why?” “‘Cause you take after me, and I wouldn’t trust anybody that thinks like myself.” Drifter leaned forward and rapped Lacer’s helmet with his knuckles before returning back to his lean. “Okay, then how about a trade?” “For an entire haul of motes? Brother, you’ve gotta have something big.” Drifter rubbed his pointer and middle fingers against his thumb. “Yeah, I’ll give you some glimmer, and… how about I tell you a secret?” “Is it a place where I can find a haul of motes? I’m not interested if that ain’t the case.” “That wouldn’t make… oh, okay. Um, no. It’s a personal secret.” “You piss yourself at a public pool? Accidentally crash a rental ship?” “...No. It’s something I haven’t told anyone. Not even-” “Get rejected so hard you had to change your identity?” “No!” Lacer threw his arms up in frustration. “Just… hear me out. You’ll definitely like what you’ll hear.” “Alright, I better.” “I know you. You will.” - “I thought you lost.” Zahir watched as a large shipment of motes was loaded into the cargo bay between the back halls of the junker. “We did, but I struck a deal with Drifter.” Lacer transmatted into the East hall beside Altair. He motioned the hunter over to the living area of the ship, “Come on. We’re hiding there.” “Aye, captain. You’d better get in position too, Zahir.” Altair found a plush red couch and slipped into a space behind it. “Alright. The frame in place?” Lacer looked to the cockpit of the ship. “Yes. It’s all set up.” Zahir had to barter with Lord Shaxx, who was completely unfamiliar with the titan who had never set foot into the Crucible. His glimmer earnings from his past two Vanguard patrols was sufficient, though. With some help from a tower mechanic, he had been able to program the redjack to autopilot the ship. Should Wasp invade, he would have to enter the cockpit and eliminate the assumed pilot to gain access to the cargo bay, which had no interior doors. “I haven’t heard from Auva. She here?” Altair stepped out to the West hall to see Auva leaning against a wall, rubbing her arm. “What’s keeping you down, champ?” “I, uh… I guess I’m…” She shifted over to face away from Altair. “Kinda scared, ‘cause, uh, this Wasp guy’s kicked our asses before, and we’ve gotta be careful not to make a mess of this ship.” Zahir caught wind of the conversation and moved in behind Altair. “Don’t worry about that. Mess this ship up all you want. As long as we catch Wasp, it’s worth it.” “We’ll get him, Auva. We’re finally one step ahead of him.” Altair assured, heading back to his hiding spot. Auva nodded and glided up into the ceiling, and Zahir returned to the West hall. “Hey, a ship’s approaching. Look alive!” Ascella relayed to the four on the ship. The sound of a transmat going off in the living space followed. Altair peeked out from behind the couch. The ship’s lights flickered out at the same time, and an ominous silence filled the room. In the middle of the living space stood a cloaked figure. “There he is.” Altair thought, ready to summon his golden gun. The figure slowly moved forward, footsteps slowly echoing on the ground. It was approaching the West hall, rather than the cockpit. As it entered the middle of the hall, there was a yell and a crash. “What the hell?” Lacer popped out from his cover and rushed over. From Altair’s point of view, he disappeared behind the corner leading to the hallway and produced a similar result. “What’s going on? Lacer? Auva?” Zahir had come out of hiding as well and met a similar fate to the two before him. At this point, Altair had leaped over the couch and took a peek around the corner. He saw the hooded figure standing among the three guardians, struggling on the floor. There were no binds on their limbs. It was as if an extremely heavy weight had been cast upon them. “Don’t… get… close…” Zahir struggled to speak, as even his face was suffering under the pull. Faint void energy occasionally came off of them in wisps, always drifting downward. “I don’t plan on it. I’m saving you three.” Altair whipped his hand down, and his golden gun lit up the dark interior of the ship.