#aureafide

Tolvaks had their doubts… but they had to have faith in Mithrax and his decisions. The House  of Light couldn't do all of this on their own; they needed allies, and hopefully this other crew of Eliksni would end up being just that.

A rough sigh escaped the confines of their respirator. Well. Someone had to make the first move. They slunk out from the cover of the tree, deactivating their cloaking as they looked around the cove (though the clay and stone if the cliff remained at their back-- they weren't going to be completely out in the open).

☼ - It had all happened so fast.

Neither of them had anticipated the attack.  No one had.  There had been no warning, only a cry of alarm from Zufash as missiles struck the Tower.  He doesn’t remember much after that, only flashes of pain.  Their whole world collapsing around them.

He gradually comes to, laying in the ruins of what was the Observatory.  What was their home.  It’s gone now.  Everything is gone.

When Vadim tries to move, pain flashes through one of his sides.  The HUD of his mask is flickering, and he can barely see.  He manages to raise his head enough to see a steel rod is impaled through his side, his normally white robes stained red and black with blood and soot.  He lays his head back down in defeat.  His Ghost is nowhere to be found.  If he pulls the rod out he’’ll likely bleed out.

He drifts in and out of consciousness, his breathing heavy and ragged.  It isn’t until he hears a voice again that he opens his eyes...and immediately jerks in surprise, causing pain to radiate through his body.  A low groan escapes his lips - he can’t properly see, the only thing he’s able to see from his position on the ground and his broken HUD is the legs of a Fallen.  Great.

He takes off the mask - with shaking, bloody hands.  The thing is useless now.  He’s finally able to look up a little bit and look at the large Fallen properly.  “If you’re here to kill me,” he coughs out, a trickle of blood coming from the corner of his mouth.  “Then get it over with.”

Aleph 5′s largest moon; a barren, icy, and inhospitable place. Often ravaged by blizzards and almost always dark... not exactly the sort of place you’d want to go for your honeymoon in other words.

It did serve a very important purpose however. It was home to the Aleph-5 Moonbase. A fairly large facility with a very important purpose... but said facility was currently on high alert. Something had crashed on the moon. Very few space craft ever passed through the Aleph system. Even fewer went near Aleph 5 or its moons. Yet here one was... and not in the best shape from the looks of things.

Kaiser’s optic glanced over the terminals inside the Moonbase’s control room. It had received word from Aleph 5 not to investigate, but the AI had opted to disregard this. The Ironclad platform stored on the base, clad in arctic camouflage, was brought online, and now approached one of the airlocks, Linear Motor Rifle in hand. It stepped out into the frozen wastes, its green optic adjusting to seek out the plume of smoke in the distance, before marching off into the snow storm. 

"Well, I did my best anyway." Fonzie replied, half hanging off of his upper torso as she kept herself aloft with a pale aqua hand on massive shoulder. "Your face is pretty far off the ground, in case you weren't aware."

The bulkhead slides open slowly, but Jorvek is not greeted by Toaster, rather Kaiser, peering down at him with a single optic.