1 of 5 As she fell to the ground, Fália didn't feel betrayed, she only felt...peaceful if that was the right term to describe it. She was tired of this universe and its trivial ways and was relieved to be free of it at last. whatever waited for her on the other side must have been better then this. 5 hours earlier, Fália sighed as she made her way out of the tower bay in her ship. The graceful huntress had been assigned the task of scouting out the Vex Citadel on Venus by her superiors, who she slightly despised because of the boring and business like manner that they experienced life. SHE had been out in the restricted zones. SHE had seen the majesty of the solar system and knew that it was only a matter of time before it imploded with its own violence and tragedy. As she descended into the Venusian jungles an hour later several miles outside of Vex territory, she cloaked her ship and electrified the hull to incline any animals that got too curious to go the opposite direction. She jumped onto her pike and silently entered the territory under the cover of a moonless night. As she drew closer to the perimeter of the citadel, she programmed the pike to return to the ship and continued on foot. Fália felt a chill in the normally warm Venus air, knowing this was a sign that the citadel was close, due to the Vex's strange preference for cold. The guardian pulled her cloak closer around herself and continued. The floating structure loomed over Fália on the high ridge she crouched on. She unstrapped her sniper rifle, Escape from Pain, from her back and viewed a strange seen below her taking place. Explosions peppered the ground far below her as a battle took place. She spied several Vex with her high powered scope, circling a lone figure. They appeared to be having a rough time as shadowy energies ripped through their thin metal bodies. The figure appeared to need no assistance, and Fália assumed it to have to be a warlock, having such mastery over magic and prowess in combat. As the last Vex fell to the ground, Fália slid down the side of the rocky ridge and dropped her rifle on the ground in universal peace. The warlock noticed her and walked over, lowering his weapon, a small sub-machine gun, as well. "Hello there!" He greeted her, kicking a Vex head out of his way as he strode up. "Scouting out the Citadel I take it?" "Very astute of you." The Huntress replied, shaking his hand and recoiling. "Sorry!" He apologised for the wave of the energy that had flown into Fália's body when they embraced. "My power's still flowing after that scuffle, I do hope you are alright." "I'm fine!" She detested being pitied and quickly regained her cool. "It's nice to meet you out here, I thought I was the only one assigned to this zone right now." The Warlock stood back and explained, "Really? Now that's a surprise, it's very dangerous for one person to be doing a job like this. Non the less, I'm freelancing tonight. I have friends in high places that allow me to bend the rules, my name's Colin by the way." Fália was puzzled. She had heard about the freelancing guardians and had always admired their independence, yet she was slow to trust. "Colin? That's an unusual name for a guardian, especially an Exo guardian." She noted his race as she analyzed the tall and composed warlock. "Never the less it is my name," he retorted sharply, "However I have still not learned your name." She both admired and hate how bold he was being to a person he had just met. "Yes, of course. I'm Fália." She offered her hand again, knowing he had probably cooled down by now. They shook successfully and he offered to help her in her endeavor. "Thank you for offering but I don't really need the help." "Oh, I insist. The Vex are particularly alert tonight." He swept is arm out, gesturing to the piles of seared metal littered around them. Fália hesitated but eventually agreed, "I suppose you're right, I won't need much help though, I'm only here to take pictures and collect a few A.I. samples." "I won't bother!" He promised, holding up his hands in surrender. Fália strode silently onward. Colin followed her, malevolent purposes racing through his mind. An hour and 37 Vex later Fália was prepared to leave and thanked Colin for all his help. He shook her hand again, a malicious smile hidden under his helmet. She turned to her now arriving pike and secured her samples and camera to the back of it. "I really did enjoy your company, but oh well." Colin sighed. Fália didn't have time to turn around when she realised his intentions. The pain was as searing as the sun. She gasped as another nova bomb struck her back. She collapsed and her vision became hazy. "It's nothing personal, the pain is temporary and I don't mean to kill you. Once I study and milk out the power the Traveler has given you, you will be free to do as you wish. Sweet dreams!" Fália wasn't in peace. "Damnit," she thought in a blur as she lay in Colin's ship's storage bay. She pulled out the hand cannon she had hidden in her cloak. "At least the bastard was too arrogant to search me." A few short minutes later, she was plummeting a mile up over Old Russia hoping for a miracle.