“Logan?” The warlock twitched awake as he felt a hand brush his arm. “Are you okay?” Angel asked. She had woken up early, feeling fairly rejuvenated all things considered.     “Oh yeah. I, uh, I just couldn't keep my eyes open any longer," the man replied as he rubbed his eyes and stood up. “How are you feeling?” he had fallen asleep in a nearby chair, his head suspended above the backrest.     “A lot better actually. I don't feel as sore anymore,” Angel replied with a bright smile. “How's your wrist?”     Logan lifted up his arm wrapped up with two pieces of metal and fabric. “It's nothing unbearable,” he replied.     Angel's eyes narrowed. “You enjoy playing the tough guy act, don't you?”     “That sounds judgy coming from the girl that catches speeding cars.”     “Mine’s not an act,” the titaness said with a grin. She lightly pressed a fist against Logan's shoulder. Deep down, that comment hurt him, but he had already accepted the fact that he wasn't blessed with the super strength typically associated with titans.     The couple and their ghosts stepped out of the tent to see bustling people tearing down the campsite. Aurora, who was kind of directing the operation, stopped in her tracks in front of the Protectors. “We've been waiting for you two to wake up. Now we can get moving.”     “Where are we going to now?” Angel asked.     “As it seems: as far from the City as we can get.” Aurora grabbed her cloak and pulled it around so that it crossed her breastplate, much like how it was wrapped around her hours before. “So, Silajir. Have you considered my offer?...” Angel switched between the huntress and the warlock.     “I have," Logan replied. "I refuse.” The Awoken’s eyes narrowed as she lost grip on the cloak, letting it sway in the wind again. She was clearly annoyed. “You’ll need that Light eventually. You should hold onto it.”     “We’ll see about that,” Aurora sneered. “Very well. I've been interested to see how well you can perform with a bad hand.” The huntress slid her helmet on then threw her cloak over it. She, along with her small posse, walked away and informed other refugees of the plan.     “What was that about?” Angel asked, once again growing suspicious of the Awoken.     “She offered me her spare Light to heal my wrist; her price was too high though,” Logan replied. Angel hugged Logan's arm and drew herself close to him.     Despite the slight pain it caused in his arm, Logan twisted both ends of his staff until it clicked, then shoved the rod into the ground. Now his quarterstaff was half its length, a hefty baton. He gave it a few swings so that he could grow accustomed to its new distribution of weight then strapped it to his belt. The warlock picked up a sidearm given to him by one of the refugees and checked its sights, afterwards he slid it into a holster on his back. Angel returned with an auto rifle painted with the Vanguard's unmistakable palette of navy, orange, and white. By now, the crowd began their voyage onward.     Logan trailed the party while Angel hid amongst the people toward the heart of the company. The last that he could tell, Aurora was leading the pack, but now the crowd had stretched so much that he could no longer see the front. The warlock rubbed his wrist occasionally and adjusted the splint whenever it shifted. Normally, he wouldn't even have remembered that he broke his hand two days afterward; it was humbling to know that he was as frail as everyone else now.     The sun had reached zenith and its heat threatened to melt the snow as well as those that tread through it. People held blankets over their heads or simply covered their eyes. There were marks in the snow to the side where people shovelled up the powdery substance into bottles. Angel constantly wiped the sweat from her eyes; lugging what was left of her armor, the gun, and what supplies she helped carry was taxing.     Suddenly, the howling wind gave way to a thunderous toll and the sky shattered. The blue atmosphere turned purple and orange as matter twisted upon itself. Everyone stopped and watched. A hole in the fabric of the universe spit out a massive needle-nosed vessel then closed back up with another crash. Fallen.     The company had no cover and no adequate forms of defense. Hive mentality kicked in and the exodus quickened. If the Fallen were after them, then they could never outrun them; but if the scavengers had another goal, then a chance remained. Logan drew his sidearm and ran with everyone else while he watched purple skiffs exiting the hanger of the carrier.     All of the ships flew in the opposite direction of where the refugees were heading, but they weren't clear yet. Most available fighters converged at the back of the movement, some even leaving families to aid in the defense. Angel ran up beside Logan. “What's our plan?” she asked.     “If they engage, I'm fighting. But we need to keep their attention off of everyone else,” Logan replied.     “I appreciate your concern for us,” a man said while throwing the sling for his gun over his shoulder. “But this is our war too.” Logan looked to the man but he didn't argue.     Most of the vessels flew to a nearby flatland and deployed glimmer drills, but one came close to the party of humans. Metallic rungs descended from the belly of the ship and Eliksni of varying sizes dropped down onto them. Many were shot immediately, but some were able to touch down before being killed. Purple blood painted the snow and misty white ether lingered in the air as the number of dead Fallen climbed.     Another skiff, carrying vandal snipers, flew by. As the wire rifles charged up, human marksmen raised up their own weapons and picked them off. One man died instantly as a rod of electrified, molten, metal pierced his throat and stuck in his left shoulder. By now, the drilling crew abandoned their self-sufficient machines and entered the fray.     “Where's Aurora?” Logan asked. “We need all the guns we can get!”     “I haven't seen her. Maybe she's leading the rest away,” Angel replied.     The City survivors began to back up as the Fallen swarmed them. A wretch wielding a spear charged after them; once it came into range, Logan thrust his palm forward. He froze, the Fallen halted, and Merlin materialized. “You can't do that anymore,” the ghost said. The wretch saw the ghost, and now fueled with new rage, thrust its spear toward Logan. The warlock dodged the weapon, grabbed the shaft and wrestled with the scavenger. He thrust the weapon skyward, then kicked the creature in its now exposed gut.     An exo held a dreg off with his gun. As the two tried to overpower each other, the dreg pushed the trigger and accidentally shot a vandal. When it realized what it had done, it loosened its grip enough for the exo to slap the stock into the Eliksni’s jaw. It sprawled to the ground while clenching its mouth and stared into the void of the rifled barrel. The exo dropped the magazine and fumbled for a new one, but a blade pierced through his core. His jaw twitched and eyes flickered as electrical pulses shot through his internal wires. Then, all at once, he stopped functioning.     Angel turned to the cloaked Fallen that killed the exo and began shooting in its general direction, but her bullets only struck earth. The creature ran up to Angel, its energized cloak causing her hair to stand on end. Light refracted through the invisible demon just in time for the titaness to see it and dodge its wrist blade. She punched the Eliksni to the ground, but it quickly scurried away before it could be killed.     Logan whipped out his sidearm and gunned down a vandal trying to gut a young Awoken. As he tried to reload the weapon, a sniper shot the pistol from his hand. He turned to the vandal and watched as its rifle glowed blue with energy. Angel rushed in the way, shooting at the Eliksni, then held up her hands. She screamed in pain as molten metal punched through her hand and stomach. [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/247144831/0/0]CONTINUE TO PART 2[/url]