[i]Hello, once again. If you haven’t noticed, I am constantly posting POVs. That will stop... for now... ;). I am however writing the next few Chapters, so hopefully those will give enough time for me to continue it. Here is Chapter 8 of the other side. Enjoy![/i] [spoiler]Also, it seems some people don’t like my story. That is fine, however, if someone likes it, wait a day at least to downvote, it does get annoying when I go to edit something. Please and thank you.[/spoiler] [b][u]Chapter 8[/u][/b] The Table room was filled with Fallen caches of glimmer, possibly Ether, and Variks was at the top of the table, with the kind Captain to his right and the vexed Captain to the left. A Cabal Centurion wearing white and gold, probably an emissary from Calus’ ship, the Leviathan. A Hive Knight stood opposite of the hostile Captain, wearing a white cloak of silk and bearing a malice at his side. “Back so soon, yes?” Variks asked Mira, with the whole table turning their heads to her new garments. “Great battle gear, Mira. You will be with House Fire, blazing the Deep with Light-fury,” he said, as if holding a knighting ceremony. “Leader of Fire is Missrax, squad leader of Fire Zero,” he points to the kind Captain. Mira smiles and nods her head to him. “Most call me Mithrax, you may as well,” he spoke in English, which was quite shocking. “The others like you spared me, and we searched for a crypt. The one called Isaac said bad things there. Went to clear it up. Never found it, found different place. No way in.” “Wait, you’re the one that ‘took’ two Guardians to Europa, right?” Mira asked, with a Captain taken aback by the remark. “That’s what the Vanguard said, not me.” Mithrax was looking at her, but she couldn’t tell with what emotion, underneath that face mask and helmet. “We must attack the Pyramidion on Io, it the only way to get the Vex to listen,” said the knight, who’s armor was of a green nature, almost like plasteel plating. “We have stolen from the Vex, and that can be used as a-” “The Vex care not for their tech, only for domination of the Sol System,” interrupted the ambassador, putting his hand on the Table. “What we must do is get the Red Legion to listen to what we have to say, and maybe,” pauses the Cabal, looking at me, “Get the Guardians involved as well, through the Vanguard.” I stared at the Cabal in shock. Did he know about Benedict? Will he be used to talk to Zavala? My mind raced as a list of negative outcomes rattled throughout my head. This isn’t going to end well. “How about we wait on that,” Mira interceded, “as Zavala does not care for allegiances at this time,” remembering what happened with the Warmind and Ana Bray. “How about this: have my fireteam go back to Calus’ ship, have a talk with one of his giants, and then send my fireteam to the Tower and talk with the Vanguard. One issue is that one of the members…” she trails off. Everyone in the system knows what happened to Cayde-6, Hunter Vanguard. “Have Guardians track you, perhaps?” Asked Variks, seeing the plan like a chess board. “Gives us break, can fight off Vex from closing in,” he thought out loud, “Then gather more supplies, begin defending other planets. Mira, find Ghost. Turn tracker on, Galul Bra’ach will escort you to Leviathan. This meeting... adjourned,” said the vandal, taking his staff and walking down a different hallway with the rude Captain and the “White Knight”, as I heard the Wizard call him. “I will get ship ready, General,” said Mithrax, radioing to the other Guardians of this base. “Mira,” he said back to me. “Thank you, for staying. You gave hope to hopeless, strength to weak. Many thanks.” she nodded and smiled as he walked out to the bigger room, and Mira was left alone. She started to pull out, and reached out for her Ghost. Feeling some resistance, she grabbed him, felt him, but something kept pulling back. With one final pull, the resistance of the pull ceased. Mira looked at her hand and she saw Ghost, alive. “Ghost?!” He frantically looked around, confused and scared “W-Wait! Wirven, Khalid!” He paused as if with a sigh of relief. “M-Mira? Mira, Wirven and the Guardian are getting ambushed! You need to help them!” Mira couldn’t believe they followed the convoy, and she almost didn’t believe Ghost. But Mira had to be sure. She began to teleport through a portal that Ghost had been frightened to go through, as we showed up to the scene that Mira wished wasn’t true. While the Thrall were eating the bones of deer, and while the Centurions were training with Vandals on Guardian and Cabal weaponry, a Dreg was walking toward a shipment, full of Glimmer, and engrams, as well as some armor from a Cabal cache. The Dreg placed a transmat device within the box, and resealed the top. He then stuck a symbol, like a sticker on the back side, out of sight. The Dreg took something out of a hip pouch, and clicked a button on a device which looked like a beacon. He slowly walked away, and watched from a distance. Two Legionnaires went by to check on the cache. As soon as they touched it, the cache transmatted and one of the Cabal fell on his back. They began to panick, and called for some help. The Dreg smirked, and talked to himself. [i]Ririksis, smarter than a marvel with ten thousand arms,[/i] he thought. All he wanted was the cut of the Glimmer within it. As an assassin and bounty collector, he felt good about his first thief job. Something bothered Ririksis however. The pile of Guardians weapons and armor, being used by his people. Not just his people. The stinky, infectious Hive, and the blood thirsty Cabal. But, it was a closer step to becoming Eliksni once again, and not “Fallen” as him and his people have been slurred as since he could remember.