The team made their way to the base on the moon. The lunar surface was it's typical shade of white. However, James noticed that night would fall on the moon shortly. "You know, this is the first night I've ever spent on the moon?" He remarked hoping to brighten the mood. The group said nothing. Cameron was too distraught by the fact that they were going into the same abyss as the team who died. Aaron was still loading his weapons. Charon had his focus on Sidriks. He may be a guardian, but he was still a fallen warrior. He despised the fallen for what they did to him, Sidriks was no different.

"So, do we get moving?" Aaron asked putting a mag in his hand cannon as the noisy cricket reloaded itself.

"All set," Cameron replied.

"Ready to drop," James replied.

"Good to go," Sidriks responded.

"Yeah," Charon replied still glancing scornfully at Sidriks.

The bridge finally formed itself, and they walked down towards it. All the while James had a chill all too familiar to him. He looked over to the pit beneath them he remembered throwing a grenade down there three months ago. It never detonated. Then a small platform appeared at the end of the bridge, one at the center of the pit. "Nowhere left to go but down," Aaron stated jumping into the hole at the center of the platform.

Cameron and James quickly followed behind him; leaving Sidriks and Charon up there alone.

Charon looked over to him. "I know you have them fooled, but don't think I'll be that easy to convince." He said scornfully.

"I beg your pardon?" He said questioningly.

"There's no way, be you guardian or otherwise, that you can simply change your programming to hate light. Fallen."

Sidriks brushed it off and descended into the pit with Charon behind him. The pair seemed to fall for what felt like hours until they reached the bottom with a thud. Sidriks landed first on his feet. Then Charon fell on top of him with his foot impacting the back of his head. Sidriks face planted on the ground feeling Charon's boot on the back of his skull. Charon got off and moved back over to see the rest of them.

"Sorry about that." He said convincingly.

Sidriks had a hard time getting himself off the ground because of the gravity increase, but he eventually got up. "Don't let him get to you Sidriks," Oracle stated to him calmly.

"I'll try." He replied slightly annoyed. He didn't know where this attitude of Charon's was coming from, but he didn't like it. He called him fallen, of all the things he could have called him, that was the one that most insulted him. He was a guardian now; he left that part of him behind along with a dead prime servitor.

The team started moving ahead; it was dark and damp down there. Much like the cave that Sidriks had seen before however, there were no lights, and he had trouble walking much less running. He still had Charon behind him which made him uncomfortable. He was a guardian just like he was, why did he have such a big problem with him all of a sudden?

"What's the matter? Scared?" Charon asked him.

"No."

"Cause if so, why don't you just crawl back to your little ketch?"

"That's not who I am anymore Charon." He replied.

"Oh but it is, you can't just change at the drop of a hat can you?" Charon whispered.

Sidriks was beginning to get immensely angry with him. "Crawl back to your little ketch?" He thought loudly to himself. "I would never." The group continued along, and Sidriks noticed the amount of thrall that were in here. The gray frames were in front of them, sleeping in massive piles; perhaps to keep each other warm amidst the darkness of the pit.

"Look at 'em all, kind of reminds you of those skeletons you kept in your lair don't it? Space pirate?"

"ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH!" Sidriks yelled.

"Sidriks!" James whisper-shouted to him noticing the thrall starting to squirm.

"What's the matter? Don't like me calling you by your proper term?"

"YOU DARE INSULT ME!? I HAVE GIVEN UP THAT PAST A LONG TIME AGO!" He responded.

"Yeah around the same time I slaughtered a whole bunch of your scum friends!" He yelled.

The entire team then heard a loud screech, and they looked over to the mounds of thrall that were awoken from their squabbling. Everyone dropped what they were doing in the hopes of stopping the hordes. James activated his radiance and his arm sword and began swinging about at the oncoming horde. The thrall were much like a wave, unable to be stopped by any structure. Their screeching like bats in a cave echoing and unending. They began swiping at James, barely managing to keep them away. James kept the pressure on, but it seemed as if for every one that he slew it was replaced by twelve more.

The flow of the thrall appeared to be ceaseless. If they didn't fall due to their dwindling supply of ammunition, they would more than certainly die due to exhaustion. James feared what would happen to them if they were to be overwhelmed. His brain was overclocking, hoping to find a possible scenario where none of them would die, but the signs came up negative. A thrall then leaped on his back screeching in his ears from behind his head. James threw him off with the one free hand that he had, but it was only replaced with two more. They continued to swarm and surround him until the fires of his radiance were smothered by the dark frames. Cameron amidst all the commotion glanced over to where James was. He was knocked unconscious due to the massive swarm of the thrall attacking him and clawing at his armor. The thrall picked him up and began to take him away. "JAMES!" Cameron yelled punching, swiping, and shooting in order to get to him. "I won't let him meet the same fate as Vel. I won't!" She said to herself.

The group tried to fight their way to him, but it was much too late. James had been taken deep into the depths of the moon where many fear to tread. Cameron was still firing into the oncoming horde swiping out her magazines like a printing press pushes out newspapers. She could feel her heart race with angst watching as James faded into the darkness. With each click, she would immediately go for her belt and swipe another magazine in. Beats of sweat began to form on her brow as she could feel her belt growing lighter with each magazine change. "Come on!" She yelled continuing to fire into them. She tried to keep pushing forward, but it seemed as if the thousands of other thrill that were in the abyss were completely against her. A tidal wave of the gray frames headed towards her; flowing over her knocking her down much like the ocean would. They started to claw at her helmet and armor, luckily only scraping it. Cameron tried to get up until a knight arrived and punched her across the jaw with enough force to send her sprawling back down to the ground unconscious.

Cameron was then swung over his shoulder, and the knight jumped off a nearby cliff. Aaron had both of his pistols in his hands, being unable to reload his red hand nine he switched entirely to the noisy cricket. He kept trying to move away but it seemed with every second that passed a thousand more thrall would appear from the darkness. "GET BACK YOU GRAY FREAKS!" He screamed as more of them got closer. One made a swipe at his helmet, but Aaron flipped him over and off to the side. The wave continued to press on towards him, and Aaron found that even his arc blade wasn't enough to thin their numbers. Charon was off trying to help Aaron, leaving Sidriks to fend for himself. Sidriks was doing relatively well in comparison to the others, he was a fallen captain, they were less than half his size and mass.

Sidriks looked over to his left and saw Aaron getting dragged over the edge. "AARON!" Sidriks yelled. Sidriks activated dawnbreaker, which he now called the solar ax he wielded. He began swiping and swinging at the thrall who advanced towards him. In spite of their greater numbers, he was more than a match for all of them. That is until two ogres looked towards him. Charon had all but disappeared. It was just Sidriks and an army of hive. Sidriks could feel thirty thousand eyes all lock on him and his ax. He could almost feel the edge of the cliff behind him as they continued locking their gaze on him. Sidriks was angry; these creatures had taken his friends, if they were dead, he would choose to fight. He always chose to fight. "I will fight to my last breath." He mumbled quietly to himself.

"COME AT ME THEN CREATURES! YOU DON'T FRIGHTEN ME!" Sidriks yelled bashing his chest plate with one of his hands. Then the ogres focused their eyes beams on him and the thrall moved ahead in a tsunami-like wave at the fallen captain. Sidriks blocked the beams with the ax, but the thrall began to push him towards the edge. Sidriks continued to swipe at the thrall with his two spare arms with swords in his hands. The blades kept cleaving into the thrall, with black blood coating them and the thrall disintegrating. He began to see that there was no way he could win, the horde was too much. Then dawnbreaker ran out, and the power of the orges sent him over the edge. He felt the air flow beneath him as he descended into the darkness. Then with a thud, he blacked out.

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Sidriks slowly opened his eyes. His head still aching from the fall that he had taken. "Oracle....how long has it been?" Sidriks asked her quietly.

"Since what previous time Sidriks?" She asked him.

"Since I took the fall." He asked her. He looked over to his right and his left. He was bound to a wall, with all four of his arms and his two legs up in shackles. Something that he found all too familiar. He could still hear her screams in his head at night. He glanced around to get his bearings on where he was. It was obviously a prison cell if the thick chitin bars were any indication. A massive gate with a lock of the same material lay on the outside. Sidriks pushed his vision out to see that the cell on the other side was empty. Green crystalline lamps hung over the cells. Sidriks took in a breath of air; it smelled of decay. There were corpses down here, slain long before he had arrived.

"Do you have the estimation?" Sidriks asked her his voice just as quiet as before.

"It has been approximately twenty-two hours."

"TWENTY-TWO HOURS?!" He exclaimed.

"Keep it down; you'll just get their attention again," Charon remarked. He was chained up in the same cell with Sidriks. Sidriks glanced over to his right. "Oh great." He said to himself.

"Oh don't act like I at all like this space pirate." Charon spat at him in disdain.

"I'm not, and I don't like this either," Sidriks remarked looking over to him.

"So you're okay with space pirate then?"

"Far from it. Once I get out of these shackles, I will literally punch you in the genitals, your face, your kidney, and your stomach all at once." Sidriks threatened. It wasn't something out of his realm of possibilities either he had four arms one set for his lower parts and one for his upper.

"Empty threats from a more vacant space pirate."

"Will you stop insulting me?!"

"Hey, it's your fault we're in this predicament in the first place."

"My fault?!"

"Yeah, had you not screamed at me, the thrall wouldn't have woken up, and Crota would be in a casket half way down the river by now."

"You were the one who instigated the entire thing!"

"Don't act like you didn't deserve it."

"What the hell is your problem with me?! I have done literally nothing to you!"

"Oh really? How about the time that your people slaughtered the innocent civilians outside of the walls? Or the time of the battle of Twilight Gap? Or when I had my girlfriend killed!?" He exclaimed with some tears dropping down to the floor. The room went silent, and Charon looked down to the floor. He missed her. Sidriks glanced away and looked at the ground. After a few brief moments of silence, Sidriks spoke again.

"You act as if they only take from you," Sidriks replied.

"What?"

"You didn't mishear me. You said to me that someone couldn't change at the quote unquote drop of a hat right?"

"Y-yeah, why?" Charon asked him slightly nervous.

"They stole from me as well Charon," Sidriks stated sadly. "More than a thousand years ago, the great machine left us to our own devices, taking whatever it could along with it. A destruction wave hit, and my people were left to infighting. Once the Whirlwind ended, the House Wars began. My daughter Shandri and I were fighting in a battle with the House of Wolves. In this struggle, she was captured, and I haven't seen her since. I tried to move on, but I couldn't. Then my village was raided by the House of Thieves. Whatever they could not take, they destroyed."

"Scorched earth," Charon remarked.

"Exactly. I was taken along with my wife and thrown into their dungeons. While I was shackled up on a wall just like this one, they subjected me to the worst torture I ever experienced."

"W-what did they do?"

"They killed my wife right in front of my eyes. Fluura was her name. So when you said people couldn't change at the drop of a hat you were right. I haven't changed for over eight hundred years. My hatred for my own kind runs deep, but I have hope that I will be able to find Shandri and bring her back." He said to Charon.

Charon was stunned. Sidriks watched his wife die in front of his eyes much like he had, but he was forced to watch as she was slowly killed in front of him. That kind of torture was something that nobody should have to bear. Sidriks knew what it was like, to lose everyone close to you and be utterly alone. Charon was fortunate by comparison; he didn't lose his daughter to a party thieves. He didn't have to watch as Kronah was slowly murdered in front of him. She only died. Charon's hatred began to give way to empathy.

"I-I-I'm sorry. About all of this. Had I not been so blind I could have spared all of us this cruel fate. But I just had to taunt you didn't I?" Charon said to him.

"It's alright. I would, however, like to know, where did she die?"

"New York, in the Empire State Building."

"I'm deeply sorry. I tried to stop the shooter, but I wasn't fast enough."

"Wait you were there? And you tried to stop him?"

"I was, and I did."

"Now I feel even more like a jerk."

"Don't worry. It will be alright; we'll get out of here."

"How? We're shackled up and without guns."

Sidriks then used his shadowsneak ability to free himself from the bonds that held him to the wall. Sidriks then got out his swords; cutting Charon down from his shackles. "Now then, let's get moving," Sidriks stated to Charon handing him his hawkmoon.

"Yeah, who knows what the hive are doing to the others right now," Charon replied.

"Then let's not waste any more time."

"Agreed, but how do you suggest we get out of here?"

"Let me take care of that," Sidriks said to him fading into the shadows once more. Sidriks then appeared on the outside of the cell that had the two of them locked up. Sidriks using his sword then broke off the lock. "Now we must hurry, the others may not have been as fortunate as us," Sidriks stated to him as the pair ran off through the catacomb-like prisons of the hive.