#soshri

“Awfully nice of Lord Shaxx to let us restock the Citadel despite the crucible matches going on here.” Soshri spoke into her communications device while she carried the last box of supplies into one of the Citadel’s Towers. Just a few hallways and some more towers away, Guardians enjoyed themselves to a crucible match, the maps perimeter protected by Redjacks that told Soshri where she couldn’t go or else she may risk death via Lightbearer. 

“As long as we don’t interfere with anything, there’s a lot of things we can do around his Crucible matches.” Vanin added while she remained in the safety of her ship, watching everything through Soshri’s linked visor. 

“Now go deliver the supplies to the Techeun.” Vanin ordered. 

“Yes ma’am.” Soshri made her way to the Tower’s entrance, giving it a couple knocks.

“Hello! Is anyone home? I’m a Corsair here to deliver supplies.”