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     As a Guardian, though she remains one of the best in her specific field, her skillset is rarely needed. Savri is no front line fighter, but rather a warrior of sheer finesse over strength, while much preferring the shadows or the comforting invisibility of a cloak than a bigger gun. The occasions in which stealth is imperative are scarce; often times theirs is a presence known far before they reach the doors of their enemies, and the light touch of her is not needed. While she may be good, there are better to send.

       Usually.

The debriefing was short. Get in, disable the core weaponry of the massive Dreadnought looming overhead Saturn, and get out. It was a Hive ship, something she's already been on before for similar ( but not exact ) reasons; Hive are but a prey she's found herself well acquainted with over the long decades and centuries. Whether a hundred Knights or a dozen Ogres, the confidence remains regardless.

Her ship weaves through pieces of shrapnel, metal floating aimlessly in open space like the broken down machinery adrift among the Reef. The figure of the intimidating Hive ship responsible for the aftermath of this devastation shrouds half of Saturn from the space in her cockpit, and without looking, Savri's hand flits forward, fingers tapping reflexively against the buttons of her console to activate her stealth drive ( one Cayde seemed almost disappointed to hear about at first, for whatever reason ). Invisibility all but has her vanish against the open space, merely a blot of darkness among stars; a light weight rests high in her chest; anticipation for the mission ahead. It's better to stay on one's toes, anyway.

Vovka hovers over her shoulder. The Ghost doesn't say anything, as he usually doesn't, but the anxiety he exudes is almost tangible. Her head cranes briefly, shooting her companion a quick glance--- one meant to look reassuring, without words.

The weight in the air is heavy when her feet touch the ground. Her ship hovers somewhere overhead, set in a stasis for now, until later, invisible in the air, and her cloak follows soon after. The very architecture here almost seems to be degrading and rotting away, not unlike Hive design she's seen before, but unique. The ground isn't hard as much as it is soft, almost, like she were stepping on grass or perhaps even algae for a more accurate example. It smells like mold, like death; suffering, if that even had a smell. Her nose wrinkles, though she otherwise breaks away from her landing pad, immediately skirting to the walls as her feet adjust to the floor underneath them.

The rotting visage of the inside of the ship gives way to ornate, sleek metal, sharp-curved archways, chasms with platforms only her Ghost can highlight, that only appear to her own eyes when her feet land on them. Navigating the ship is like a maze, almost, albeit one more linear; every path looking similar like the one before until it eventually leads into a court, with what seems to be a perfectly empty yet foreboding portal on its pedestal. She moves around it into another jagged passage, bypassing Knights and Wizards and Acolytes, creeping through the relatively empty halls and finally, finally into a room that actually looks like it means something.

What looks like void light caught in a stasis. Weapon systems. Something substantial; not the end of her mission, but one of the purposes. Her hand lifts, her cloak dying out and leaving her visible for once in her visit and arc light materializes in her fist in the form of a glittering blade. Sparks of electricity snap out toward her as she throws it, spearing the weapon core in its place until it fizzles and hisses loudly, eventually sparking out. There isn't a noticeable reaction as much as there is something no longer there that once was; the steady hum resonating perpetually through the ship dies out in the same instance.

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“ you would not be the first to make that mistake. ” they mentally cross off  ‘ ability to take a joke even while somewhat dead ’  from the list.

sorry, can’t hear you over the brutal truth ･:)