"What a mess !" I have started a fanfiction on another post, and made this one to be more visible. I'm French so writing in english is a little bit hard, so if i make some mistake warn me. Please enjoy. I accept any remarks. Chapter One : A sad dancer. "A warlock enters in the Cabals lord "palace," a den of pirates, raiders and of the scums of the known universe. Humans, Cabals, Fallens, Vex, they are all presents, exept the Hive, you can not live with them. A group of Fallens are discussing about how to share the wealth from their lootings, some others Fallens are also present in the dark room, from different factions. The tension is palpable. The lone nameless warlock takes a seat, in a dark corner, far from everyone, but seeing all the scene. In the center the Cabals lord, protected by his guard, with shield or railguns, merciless killers. He is watching the dancer, a Cabals "girl," he is clearly not satisfied. He makes a sign to a guard, who immediatly understands. The ground disappears and she falls, directly in the Phogoth's lair, where no one escapes. The lone Warlock nods and smiles behind his helmet. " Chapter Two : A sad bounty Hunter. "A Fallen server approached the Warlock :"Just like as usual," the server understands. Another Fallen is approaching, a Dreg he has only two arms, probably a bounty hunter given its look. The Warlock has a price on his head, capture him, dead ... or dead. He takes a seat in the same table and says :"You shouldn't have return here." What a cliché ! He seems calm, but he is clearly not a professional, its gun pointed under the table, Warlocks can fell that, and some experimented Hunters too. The Warlock is too fast, the Dreg's head is already far, no one turn, but everyone have their fingers, or the equivalent on the trigger. The server comes back, the Warlock throw him some money :"Sorry for the mess." There are some humans, merciless killers, traitors to their race, they would sell their own mother for one night with a girl, those who are paid. Good guys. The Cabals lord makes a sign to the Warlock, he no longer has the choice. The lord's guards are nervous, since few time Humans are coming back to take what was theirs, the Warlock could be a spy or a killer, here to stop the Cabal progression on Mars, but they don’t care about the prime on the Warlock’s head. There are some Vex, probably here to negotiate with the Cabals, the war on Mars is hard for both of them. The Cabals are taking their presence as an insult, they don't like to negotiate, that could be a Vex strategy for upset the Cabals leaders and make them lost their mind in the next battle. The lord points his "pistol" in the direction of the Warlock, for any others races, that would be named a heavy canon. They are looking each others and then laugh, the lord withdraws his gun and his helmet, he is almost as ugly as my stepmother. "We didn't seen you since a long time, space mercenary", said the lord. The translation is not instantaneous, there is a lag between what he says and his lips. Universal translator my ass ! "What this scum wanted from you ?" -"I have no idea my friend". Everyone here know the Phogoth has been captured by the lone Warlock himself and sold to the Cabals lord, for a modest price : the autorisation for the humans to land on some places on Mars. He actually received one tone of gold, but peoples prefer the first story. A drunk Fallen approaches near the Vex ambassador and falls on them. Hehehe a fallen Fallen. It's at this moment everyone seen that the Vex weapons were charged and ready to kill."