EPISODE 42 Days later, but not many By SmartAurum75, AQY, and TZ The bounty had been posted on the Raider forum. A Raid, upon the true, darkest depths of SIVA. Nobody knew who put it up, but it was there, and it came with intel, so who could argue? They called it, The Wrath of the Machine. Aion looked at the Bounty, thinking of fighting Oryx and Crota. This wouldn't be too different, right? He needed a Fireteam, a new one, the others turned to Crucible after the Concordat Crisis. However, he had other Guardians on call, Such as Quinn, Kiria, and even Dal, who had been even more Bloodthirsty after his battle with that Worm thing. We'd found him in Crota’s throne-world, making some kind of Hive Burger with the Meat of Xenex, alongside this Ball thing, with bits of Wormspore poking out and a bloody handprint for a face. He'd have to cancel Crucible for a while, or allow Saladin to commentate, but these guys had apparently been growing in power for many years, he could give his Cruc up for a while, just to take out some of those bugs, like Old Times. Notices, invoices, Crucible Equipment Records. Daltec’s desk was piled high with the papers. Arcite did half, for Dal still had to watch the streams of Crucible matches. *HoNk :o)* Daltec looked up, he had received a notification on the Bounty Network forums. —————————————————— |----------------------------------------------------| vvvvvv*Bounty*Net|Messages|CH75 —————————————————— Message: ChosenHero75 To: YouCanRun, ButYouCan’tFightTheHomestuck —————————————————— Bounty posted. Some kinda raid. Wanna join? OP called it ‘Wrath of The Machine’. —————————————————— |----------------------------------------------------| —————————————————— “Heh, screw this Sh*tty Office Work. Arcy, dear, take these matches, would ya? I've got some Splicers to mix; My Sword, their brains.” Daltec got up. He just grabbed his Ironwreath-D when Arach Jalaal walked in the room. “Daltec. I need you to work on extra hours. Also, I need you to ban raids. They're wasting our survival kits.” The Representative went on and on and on and on and on and on and on. Daltec had to hit him off. With the flick of his wrist Daltec sent Jalaal flying into Arcite. “Piss off, you don't ACTUALLY HAVE to do raids. Anyway, Crucible and Bounties are out of DO jurisdiction, couldn't do that even if I wanted. And as for the extra hours? F*** You, I'm a War Hero!” Down the Hall, the Taken Warlock stands. They whisper. “Xenex wasn't the end.” To this Eris stared at the Taken. “I was the end of Xenex!” Daltec called out from across the Hall. Eris walked up to Daltec. “You also missed the part when your homosexual friend blew the last part of the capital ship as well as when Zavala killed Lysander.” “First off, Hivebitch, it was me, not Erax, who wrecked that Ship. Second, I killed Ares, the guy who could Regenerate, and lay down some literal sick fires. Screw Lysandarse.” “I like dark music. It soothes my soul and blocks my suicidal sword logic.” The Warlock said. “What?” Eris asked the Taken. “Hey, each to our own.” Dal announced. “I use some Hive-Human Music as a lullaby for Dave. Real Edgy sh*t.” “As in MCR jackass.” The Warlock said. “Oh. I was talking Deathsinger’s Songs, Humanly translated.” “MCR?” Eris asked. “As in my crushing revenge upon Crota?” “Crota is but a pawn. Nokris is coming.” “Excuse me?” “Nokris? Last time we met, I pretty much Nuked him. Won't be as easy this time, but… got some mad regens now.” “Nokris has been enraged by your sins to his gods. The murder of his father, brother, and sisters has troubled him. Only knowing instinct, he will come in his Dreadnaught to the rings.” “Well,” Daltec turns to the screen, looking right into your eyes, and winks. “Guess I like the feeling of my Sins crawling on my back. Anyway,” He turns away from you. “I’d best be going.” “You are Cancer, Daltec Xeno.” The Taken said. “To us, to the Light, and to time.” “Nah, I'm Capricorn. See you arselickers later!” “Fireteam: Status: Full Details: Hemera: (On Comms) AI, Aion: Pasty white dude, Daltec: 10ft 1" Guy, Quinn: “Kinda War Criminal”, Erax: Ginger Homo Kid, Aurus: Some Guy, Bjorn: Black Defender. Mission: Kill: -Vosik, the Mechanist, -Meksis, Siege Engineer, -Aksis, Archon Prime Happy Hunting!” The team touched down beneath the SIVA Cannon/entrance. Nothing barring the way forwards, but a series of doors, left without power. Aion flew upwards. “Alright boys, Hemera will be taking logs of our little vacation here. Her memory Drive is on Daltec, our most durable member. I'll take point, Aurus and Bjorn, go left. Daltec and Erax, go Right. Quinn, on me. Let's do this! Oorah!” Everybody: “Oorah!” They ran to their designated sides, and powered up their spinners.