PART 2 [i]COSMODROME, OLD EARTH[/i] Rick: Hunter, likes to meet new people and is very deadly in battle. Randal: Fallen vandal, cheerful even to his enemies. Tech: Fallen Technician. Loves to work with any type of machine. Rick turns to his two new friends and grins. Watching fallen fight in the battlefield was interesting enough, but to see these two argue about what animal would win in a fight was absolutely hysterical. He decided to intervene. "Hey Randal, Tech, welcome to the camp!" Randal looks up. "Wow..." The campsite was up kept by vanguard patrols and was used to launch strikes on certain enemies. It had two different types of guardians on the walls currently. The first was armored in steel and held a shotgun in his arms. He wielded the weapon as if it were a toy! The other was the opposite. She was wearing robes and held a small but seemingly effective gun that looked like it could punch a hole through Randal's mask easily. The armored Guardian pointed his gun at Tech. "Hold on! Rick what are you doing?" The voice was hard but not old or young. Tech predicted him to be in his mid 30's. Rick replied, "I found us some help. Isn't that what you wanted?" The Titan replied fast. "And I meant by guardians! Not those fallen filth! They'll do nothing but- The warlock interrupted him. "Mike, if these are our guides we must oblige. Rick are you sure they can help?" Rick grinned. "Apparently you don't know who these two are. Tech here makes machines that put our sparrows to shame. And Randal here is a master negotiator." Randal looked at Rick confused. He didn't know he was a negotiator. But oh well, desperate times called for desperate measures he thought. The warlock turned to Tech. "Is that so? I'm Marisa. That's mike over there the one who almost blew your brains on the wall, and you've already met my dearest friend for the longest time, Rick." Tech bowed to her. "Pleasure is all mine to meet you ma'am." Randal decided he should talk like he was cheerful. "Morning good lady." Mike grunted, "I bet these two will try and kill us when our backs are turned. I just got this armor polished so don't even try it." Tech looked curiously at his armor and Randal knew what was gonna happen next. "Magnificent," Tech said. "This armor is so amazing! I wish I could modify it and add a few adjustments to the field stabilizers." Mike actually recoiled in surprise, "How'd you know what my armor does?!" Rick cleared his throat. "Look let's worry about that later. We need to find 288 and he's been sighted behind a cabal base. We need two vehicles capable to break their blockade. Can you make one Tech?" Tech's grin could've light up the dark side of the moon, "Give me a few pikes, a sparrow, some weapons, thrusters, computers, and a power source and I may have something very useful for you." Randal knew that look anywhere. He was gonna do one of his former projects. "Ahem, um, Marisa can you help him with that? They tend to back fire if he doesn't have help." Marisa smiled at him, "With pleasure. Never worked with an Elinski before. Should be fun!" Elinski. She called them their original races name. But before they could move, a voice shouted, "What in the 5 Houses go you think you're doing?!" Randal knew that voice. It was the voice of the most rumored vicious captain in his House. Sarviks. Son of Sikliks, breaker of Archons. Randal gulped and looked at his superior. "Hi?"