A small hunter leaned against a tree. Several dead fallen lay there, ether spilling into the ground. The Celestial Nighthawk helm hit the ground, still warm from the solars super. The snow colored exo desperately attempting to cool her systems. It’s been months since the Red Legion defeat; but even more so after she regained access to her solar powers. What was wrong with her? River-4’s eyes shut as she slid down, trying to think what happened, she didn’t even hear the heavy steps toward her.
Saxton-04 had been passing through the area when he had heard a firefight going on nearby. He had stopped his sparrow to see a Guardian engaging some Fallen and wondered if he should jump in and help. Saxton watched for abit longer and noticed his help wouldn't be needed after all, the Guardian seemed to be handling them just fine on their own. A Golden Gun later and everything was quiet. He had been slowly making his way over when he noticed the Hunter, another Exo, seemed to be exhausted as they slid down the tree they had been resting against. Saxton stopped and stood beside her, removing his Saint-14 helm as he asked in his deep voice "Everything alright here?" The big Exo rested his helm on his hip.
