[Ki-Shar] was the first to wake up, her tuqoise lights clicking back on and her motors whirring into life. “HOOoowHaAat,where am I? Vero? Veroksis??” the pale Ghost zips up into the air, narrowly missing the roof beam, her lens snapping round the barn to find her Guardian. Her charge laid on a makeshift bed, quite still and motionless, but alive.
“Oh thank the Traveler..” Ki-shar dipped in relief, slowly floating over to the window nearby Veroksis, trying to look out into the late morning day, to find out where they are. It appeared to be a fairly primitive farm settlement, humans and some Guardians walking round the place with chores, and what looked to be a makeshift command center in one of the wooden homes.
“Well,, at least we are still together Vero.” Ki-shar sighs softly, looking over her charge before scanning about on the Vanguard Net to try and catch up on what has happened since they passed out. All in all,, it was not good, no matter which way you turned it. Traveller in chains, the City is on partial ruins and locked down, the Light seems to be non-existent, and hundreds of Guardians are either missing,, or dead.
Commander Zavala seems to have made some sort of outpost out by the Saturnian worlds, no word on either Cayde nor Ikora. At the moment, the one running any manner of shots is a rough Militia whom have lived out in the wilds for generations. A dark skinned woman called Hawthorne, her pet Hawk, and a sharpshooter called Devrim.
“Well,,bolts. Getting into any fights now is,, I am not sure I want to even think about that possibility. Urgh. Wait,, how did we even get here? We were wi-”
