So this is an updated version of a scraped lore entry I was writing about a year ago, for a fan made exotic weapon. Hope you like. [spoiler]The Captain looked back at the reports. More the same. He leaned over the table and began to ponder. Just then the metal door opened behind him. “Who is it?” The Captain said aloud not looking back. “You Should know by now.” “Of course.” The Captain muttered under his breath. “I’m getting impatient Carviks.” The Captain turned to see Spider standing at the foot of the stairs. Three of the Spider’s Associates emerged from behind him and stood in a defensive stance in front of the Spider. Each one wielding an arc spear. The room was silent except for the low humming of the Arc energy flowing through the spears. “If this is about that ether shipment, I already told you it won’t happen!” Carviks said angrily. “Watch your tongue Carviks. Or my Associates might forget about you and your crew the next time the Scorn attack.” Carviks lowered his voice, “I’m not sending sending anything until that B[i]a[/i]stard Reksis Vahn is dead. I’ve lost too many good Servitors to him. I’m not risking anymore.” Spider nodded in agreement., “I see... Well you’ll be pleased to know that Reksis will no longer be an issue. “Don’t play games with me, Spider.” Spider laughs, “You know me too well. But believe me when I say he is dead.” “It’s going to take more then your word. I want proof.” “Ask and you shall receive.” Spider’s hands began to twitch uncontrollably. He quickly reached down and grabbed a ghost shell off his belt and started toying with it, causing the twitch in his hand to stop. Then one of his Associates stepped forward and dropped a large Flame Cauldron. It was in terrible condition, and mostly charred with dents and cracks everywhere. Carviks looked in astonishment. “So the Hangman really is dead.” Carviks walked down and knelt beside it. He then looked up at Spider. “Who’d you hire?” “I think it would be best if you didn’t know.” Spider responded. Carviks stood back up and thought for a moment. “You haven’t made any deals with those unkillable monsters, have you?” Spider began to nervously laugh off the question, “Come on Carviks, the last thing I’d do is attempt to hire a guardian.” “Expect three Servitors, filled with ether, arriving in the next day or so.” “Now that’s what I like to hear.” Spider said excitedly. Carviks turned and walked back towards the table. Before leaving Spider turned and waved his hand at Carviks. “Pleasure doing business with you.”[/spoiler]