Masterpost: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/253000143/0/0 Zahir yelled as he was flung through a window of the prison by Seginus. The hostile titan seethed in anger, and arc energy crackled around his body. He stood up above the corpses of Ascella, Auva, and Procyon as their ghosts scrambled to gather enough light to bring their guardians back from the dead. “Ah, geez. You really want him that bad?” Lacer stumbled against a wall, cradling Wasp’s Goblin head in his arm. “I bet he does. If he got captured, I promised I’d break ‘im out. Though it looks like he woulda been able to do it on his own.” Wasp shakily answered as Lacer approached the shattered window. “Alright. They’ll be fine. He’s not after their ghosts. As for Seginus himself, uh, I don’t have my guns on me.” “So what’s your plan, titan!? We’re gonna die!” “Run.” Lacer turned around and leaped through the open window, descending onto the city below. He landed in an alleyway and ran as fast as he could, away from the mad titan that created a crater where he landed. “Are you crazy? There’s civilians out there!” Wasp stopped the titan in his tracks with his words, “but I guess Seginus doesn’t care about that! Do you? I mean, it’s not like-” “I do care! I’m not gonna let innocent people die. I’d rather die myself!” Lacer stood his ground as Seginus charged him head on, “Hope you like heights, you’re going for another ride!” Lacer took the Goblin head in one hand and chucked it behind him, into the hands of Ascella, who had swung by after being revived. “I’ll get him outta here. We need guns! Follow me!” Ascella waved to Procyon and Auva, who trailed right behind her. Lacer spread his arms and created a bubble of void energy around himself. He felt his body become reinforced by the mysterious energy of the void and took Seginus’ flying knee in his hands. Something was different, however. He felt a cold sensation crawl across his chest, causing his shielding to be slightly less resilient. The mercenary pulled his leg back and grappled with the other titan. Lacer pushed back as hard as he could, but he was overwhelmed by the arc powered menace opposing him, along with the weakness of his light. “Almost in transmat range! Get ready!” Ascella held Wasp tight as she saw an airfield open up before her, unveiled by the parting of the narrow street she was escaping. Zahir, Auva, Procyon, and Ascella opened up their arms as their respective firearms entered their grasp. They turned around and stood waiting, aiming at the end of the street they came from. “Where is this psycho? Doesn’t he want Wasp?” Auva gripped her auto rifle tight. “I’ll try to suppress him, but I can’t make any promises. He seems smart enough to go for me first, at least.” Ascella let the familiar creep of the void envelope the space between her hands and her gunmetal grey scout rifle. “I’ve already called the Vanguard. By the way, that prison break was no accident. Someone deliberately opened Seginus’ cell.” Zahir looked all around. A shadow was cast over him, and he looked up to see Seginus with his fists raised over his head. Blue arc energy sparked against the yellow light of the sun, and before he could respond, he was disintegrated by a fist of havoc. Seginus took no time in eliminating the rest of the fireteam, but before he could catch Wasp, Ascella threw the Vex machine forward, straight into Lacer’s hand. “Listen, titan. You ain’t stopping him unless you hand me over.” Wasp’s voice grew tired as he watched Seginus march toward the pair, having finished off Ascella. “I can’t just let you die.” Lacer’s sniper rifle transmatted into his hand, and he pushed the familiar black stock into his chest. “The hell you can!” Wasp retorted, “you know just how bad I am, for following a man like you!” His words shook Lacer to the core. “Shut up, punk!” “Oh, is that something you didn’t want to hear? Are you ashamed of your past, Orion?” Wasp replied slyly as Seginus stomped his final step on his path to Lacer. The titans were mere feet away from each other, and the mercenary continued to crackle with arc energy. “You might be scum like I was, but you can change.” Lacer looked down at Wasp’s singular red eye. “Nah, kid, I’ve been through a lot. I’ve lived twice as long as you because of Damocles, and I’m still a scumbag. It ain’t happening. Hand me over. If anything I just wanna talk to Seginus. Been a while, you know?” “I’m not negotiating-” “With people like me? Buddy, I modelled my life after you! After Orion! Just gimme this.” Lacer reluctantly held the Goblin head out from his chest, and Seginus snatched it. “You abandoned me! And look what you did! You turned into a Vex!” Seginus snarled, crushing the bronze with his grip. “Ow, geez. Hey, Seginus. The boss broke you out, right? He told you I was here?” Wasp’s voice grew strained as the titan crumpled what was left of his body in his hand. “It doesn’t matter.” “Didn’t want me to spill any more beans, eh? Ow! Hah. Listen, buddy. Remember Orion?” “We are Orion.” “Yeah, yeah. I know. Listen, Seginus. Orion’s a fake.” Wasp looked back at Lacer out of the corner of his eye as he saw a web of cracks enter his vision. “What?” “Orion’s a loser, and he’s forgotten how to fight. Do you really want to be like him?” Wasp’s speech grew more tired as his fan-shaped head began to splinter and break. “Wait, Wasp. What are you doing?” Lacer reached forward, but Seginus lashed out and sent him flying backward, “WASP!” “Yeah, in fact, that’s him right there! Can you believe it?” Wasp let out a metaphorical gasp. “No way. You lie.” Seginus tightened his grip. “Not a lie, my friend! Crackshot with a sniper rifle, cocky, same face, it’s all there!” Wasp stopped talking. The modules that allowed that were now broken by the fingers of his partner. Perhaps he’d weakened his spirit just enough. Perhaps he’d done one good thing in his life that wasn’t simulated. Perhaps he’d put his trust in the right people… Lacer took out Seginus with a high caliber round to the skull. The mercenary fell along with the dented and cracked Goblin head. “I’m sorry, Wasp-14.”