Hello, everybody, here's part 64 of Into the Hellmouth! Here's [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/217178812?showBanned=0&path=0]part 63 [/url]if you missed it, or, if you're looking for a different part, here's the[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/209303839?showBanned=0&path=0] master post[/url]! As usual, if you like it, give it a bump, and I'll get more out soon! Stay classy, Guardians! After a couple weeks of hard work, Eris had managed to fix the ship as best she could. What she hadn’t salvaged, she’d restored. What she hadn’t restored, she’d resolved to do without. Eris took one last look around the lunar surface. Then, she paused. Directly in front of her, half buried in the lunar dust she could see a lonely Taikonaut. His helmet had been smashed in, and his jaw hung open in an eternal scream. Eris walked up to the nameless Taikonaut. She’d seen his ilk before. They were scattered throughout the Lunar surface, victims of the Collapse. Nameless, to numerous to count. She wondered if all the Guardians who had fallen on Luna’s surface would one day be like that. Nameless bones, rotting in Crota’s throne world. She brushed some dust off the Taikonaut, revealing a name painted onto his suit, in both Chinese glyphs and english characters. “Liu-Bei,” it read. Eris sighed. She quickly brushed some more dust over the body, concealing it completely. Then, she grabbed a decent-sized rock, and placed it over the grave. Then, using a nearby piece of metal debris, she scratched a description into it. “Here lies Liu-Bei. He fell with many others, as did they. Eriana-3. Sai Mota. Omar Agah. Vell Tarlowe. Toland. May their names never be forgotten.” Then, she stuck it into the ground directly above Liu-Bei’s body. She didn’t know why she felt the need to name Liu-Bei. She could never possibly name all the deceased Taikonauts, or even all the dead Guardians. But burying him felt right - as though by doing so, she were atoning for the her sin of survival. She had survived events that most would never even face - it was her duty to make sure that those who had not were never, ever, forgotten. Eris took one last look at her handiwork before climbing aboard the ship. She hopped into the pilot’s seat, and took a deep breath. Then, she turned on the ship. She heard a hum as the ship slowly booted up. Lights flickered on, and the engines gained power. Eris took pulled up on the throttle, taking the ship off the ground. To her amazement, it seemed to work - the ship was genuinely flying! And with that, she punched the throttle taking the ship to orbit. Then, she engaged the jump drive. And with that, Eris Morn began her journey home. Meanwhile, on the surface of the moon, the Taikonaut no longer screamed. Eris watched with fevered anticipation as the ship warped towards earth. The stars were a blur around her, mixing into a tunnel of blue light. All of the sudden, the ship began to beep. She had almost arrived! Eris gripped her seat. She waited as the ship slowly came out of warp. And finally, it did. The first thing she noticed was the light - it was emanating form an orb above the planet. The Traveler, she presumed. And it was so bright! Too bright! Eris shielded her eyes. She couldn’t see! The light was so bright that it actually hurt! There was no way she could navigate like this! Using her free arm, she reached down to the bottom of her dress, which she’d fashioned from a wizard’s robe. Fumbling, she ripped a strip of the cloth off of the bottom, and tied it around her head, using it as a sort of blindfold. Eris looked down at the earth again. The light was more subdued now. She could see without a fear of being blinded. Better, she thought, much better. And with that, she sped off towards earth. Eris made landing out in the Cosmodrome, at the only location firmly marked on Toland’s navigation computer - his former base of operations. She didn’t know how much the Tower had changed in the years since she’d left, and she wanted to find out before going anywhere near the wall. She had no desire to be blasted out of the sky by Zavala’s anti-air guns. What an irony that would be - to survive the Hive, only to be killed by her own compatriots. So instead, she reached into what was left of her armor, and drew out an old electronic device. It was a simple thing - a button surrounded by black, metal casing. But Ikora had told them that if they ever needed help, it would send out a signal to all other Hidden in the area, telling them to come to their aide. Since it only had a range of a few hundred miles, she’d been unable to use it on the moon. She just hoped that Ikora was still listening to the same frequency. Eris took a deep breath, and pressed the button. “And is that all you’ve learned?” Ikora asked. The young warlock squirmed. “Yes ma’am,” he said. Ikora sighed. She’d been trying to train the next generation of Hidden, and at times, it had proven . . . frustrating. She’d instructed the young warlock before her - Alexander-11 - to find intel regarding the locations of the upper hierarchy of the Fallen House of Kings. All he’d managed to come up with was that the Kell was in a skiff somewhere above earth, which was more a good guess than practical intelligence. Perhaps that new Guardian who'd been making a name for themselves throughout the Tower would be of use. However, they were on Luna at the moment. She'd have to wait before extending them a formal invitation to the Hidden. “I was hoping for something more,” she said, gritting her teeth. Alexander looked back at his compatriots for support. “Well, the Kings are rather secretive,” he said. “It’s hard to get them to divulge their -“ Ikora held up her hand. “Enough excuses, Alexander,” she said. The warlock quieted. Ikora sighed. “Look,” she said. “I know that the House of Kings are secretive. I know that this is a difficult assignment. But I wouldn’t have asked it of you if I didn’t think that you were perfectly capable. Understand?” Alexander nodded rapidly. “Yes ma’am,” he said. “Sorry ma’am. I -“ “Don’t apologize, just do better in the future,” Ikora said. “Dismissed.” Alexander nodded, and gratefully stepped back into his comrades. “Now according to our -“ Ikora began. Suddenly, she heard a noise coming from a nearby cabinet. She frowned, and opened the cabinet. Inside, she found a tablet. On it’s screen, there was a message. Hidden Distress Beacon Detected, it read. Ikora frowned. “No,” she said. “That’s - that’s not possible!” “Something wrong, ma’am?” Alexander asked. Ikora was silent for a moment. “Leave me,” she said. “I - I need to figure out what’s going on here.” The Guardians looked at each other nervously, but they began to trickle out of the room. “Oh, Alexander?” Ikora said. “Fetch Cayde for me, would you? I need to talk to him about something.” “About what?” Alexander asked. Ikora continued to stare at the message. “Just tell him it’s important,” she said. Edit:[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/217635379] Part 65[/url]