#silentvoidvoice

Kiruna of Norrbotten County in Sweden held the richest iron mine before the Golden Age. Over the centuries, its use became less popular with the rise of off-world mining and new advances in recycling and waste recovery. With the coming of the Collapse the mine became all but dead for years to come.

With the advent of the City Age, many survivors fled for safety behind the walls of the Last City. Those that remained behind risked the dangers of surviving alone against the Fallen, the Hive, and each other. However, enterprising humans revived the mines and mills of old and became the new steel barons of northern Europe. Among those humans was a greedy and ruthless man, Valter Sjöberg. When he was not travelling between the various mines under his power, he was holding lavish parties amidst the starving and helpless settlers, reveling in his “superiority” and flaunting his wealth.

Wealth that included a rare artifact that had caught the eye of Phaenna’s client, who had decided that a theft was in order.

So sad.

The woman poured over the maps and plans in her tent, making connections and cross-referencing details about the target and his mansion. It was a two-man job she had decided, but no one on her team aside from herself possessed the requisite skills for the grab.

However, one person came to mind. With a sneer she forwarded a message to a certain trouble-making Hunter.

[USER: KOSMA: Hello, guardian. Hope I didn’t scare you off, because I need help with a job. It’s a heist that requires two people with a certain skillset, and I happen to be one of those people. It’s not any old heist... we’ll be the “wealthy invitees” to a steel baron’s party. The job is simple: blend in, grab an artifact, and get out. I’ll deduct your cut from your debt. Client says we can take anything we want as long as we don’t tip anyone off, but she must have the artifact. You up for it? Bring a suit, a nice one. Don’t bail on me.]

ooc- messing around with hairstyles yesssssss

the first of each row is the oc’s original hairstyle

from top to bottom:

@razorbeard

@silentvoidvoice

@drexodthegunslinger

Drexod was way off the beaten track. He had passed through the Cabal’s Exclusion Zone and was now in territory that the Vanguard hadn’t chartered.

He had recently shot down and captured one of the Sand Eaters Harvesters and needed to get it repaired. Descending a large, rocky slope he found a Cabal stronghold that was likely to have what he needed. If it didn’t, well Cabal munitions were always a welcome commodity and the chance to find out where the Empires smaller Fleets were stationed wasn’t something he would turn down.

A roar echoed and the Guardian saw a cluster of missiles screaming towards him. “Shit,” he hissed, dropping into a crevice behind a couple of large protruding boulders, “Wasn’t expecting them to see me just yet.”

An alarm sounded from the Cabal base as the Hunter contacted his ship. “These motherfuckers have an Elite Colossus on guard duty and they’ve just picked me up. I’m going to need you to drop me the IB and drop some shells on the bastards. It looks to be a pretty good sized place, well defended, probably heavily manned so I want to make sure that I’ve got external security neutralised before advancing. Plus I don’t want to rely on the Tao Hua Yuan and ammo synths.”

After the ships AI responded there was a brief interlude punctuated by the occasional missile barrage pounding against the boulders and the droning of the Cabal alarm.

Soon there was a roaring overhead as an Aries Ascendant flew overhead, transmatting the exotic sniper rifle to the Guardian before heading towards the stronghold.

Peeking out of cover Drexod saw two tower like structure rising out of the Cabal fortifications. “Oh fuck,” he screamed, contacting the ship immediately, “Get the fuck out of here, Go! Go! Go! They’re pulling out SAM’s! get the fuck out of here!”

As he was warning his ship, the protrusions swivelled, locking onto their target and started launching a volley of anti air shells at the Guardians ship. the Aries Ascendant lurched to the side and rolled, avoiding the fiery projectiles before dropping a singular bomb and fleeing from the combat area.

The damage caused by the ship was hard to discern. Large plumes of thick black smoke billowed out of the blast zone, but without knowing how large the stronghold was it was unknown how effective the shot was.

Checking the red, grey and black sniper rifle next to him was loaded, the Hunter shifted his position, keeping behind the boulders he was using as cover. After sticking the barrel of the rifle out between a gap in two of the rocks he looked for his first target. Happy with where the reticle was, he pulled the trigger. there was a small lick of flames as the round left the firearm and buried itself in the head of one of the defending Legionnaires. The freshly killed Cabal dropped to the ground, spurting a pressurised mix of blood and coolant fluids, causing its allies to flinch.

The faint bellowing of the Colossus commanding the troops was lost on the Hunter who was selecting his next target. “This is going to be a long day,” he muttered.

The House of Devils did not typically pursue their quarry over long distances. Typically, they coordinated watch teams among their global patrols to capture or kill offenders.

This was not a typical situation.

The same team of Devils had doggedly chased her from Southern Russia through Asia, then across the Middle East, and finally into the Sahara by the Acacus mountains. Apparently, they did not take kindly to an Awoken thief snatching their Kell’s invaluable war data, nor did they take kindly to her crew spraying rude graffiti on their home. So, the Kell personally hand-picked a team of select warriors and sent them after her.

Phaenna zipped between the sand dunes of the burning desert at high speeds with a considerable task force of Fallen close behind. Her sparrow bucked at the uneven terrain, preventing her from turning back and firing on her pursuers with a steady aim. They, however, had the advantage of forward-sight, and fired a somewhat uneven barrage of shock blasts at her. Dodging between dunes was the only thing separating her from a brutal death at the hands of the Eliksni.

“Bel, are you picking me up?” She commed to her crew. There was no reply: her crew channel still read [OFFLINE]. She was certain the Fallen were somehow jamming her signals.

One shock blast pinged off of her sparrow’s frame. Her hunters had drawn closer, and if she did not do something soon, they would be upon her.