Titan is home. They are all coming home. The Speaker, himself, sent out a call for every single Guardian to return to the city. Titan looks across the landscape as celebration he’s never heard erupts. Families rejoice as they see loved ones they haven’t laid eyes on in months, if not years.
Still, the question lingers in his mind: Why are the Guardians called back? The new threat looms now more than ever. Perhaps, this is the last time some Guardians will get to see their families. Enjoy the moment. It may be our last.
“Did you find what you were looking for?”
Warlock doesn’t know how to answer the question. He glances to the right.
She smiles at him. “You don’t seem like a traitor. Though, I warn you…never test me, again.”
He walks up to face her, “I am sorry, Eris. I needed to know the truth.”
“You could have asked, Guardian,” Eris Morn replies.
“I wasn’t sure where your allegiance lied.”
“Are you, now?”
Warlock is silent.
“After this, maybe you will be.” She walks away.
Warlock sighs, that could have been worse. He walks towards the Tower Hangar.
Hunter had no intentions of returning to The Tower. The Speaker had to call him specifically with a warning of potential consequences. He looks out over the inner city feeling a hint of dread. All of the Guardians being on Earth, in one city, at one time…isn’t the best idea to him.
He values his rank in The Vanguard enough to follow orders. Still, for him & his brothers, there will be no celebration. No lounging away. And no hesitation to fight if this new threat suddenly appears at their door. Familiar footsteps behind him, “You two never could sneak up on anyone.” He looks back to see Titan & Warlock, shoulder to shoulder.
“Well, you took your time,” Warlock points out.
“You should talk,” Hunter snaps back.
Titan steps forward, “We have to stay in line with the others. Have you been able to get into The Vault? We have quite a few weapons in there.”
Hunter shakes his head, “No. Everything’s shut down. Remember what happened the last time we were all called in?”
“Skolas. The Fallen Wolves. We were allowed to explore The Reef,” Warlock answers. “This…Oryx…has to be next.”
“I have one question left,” Titan chimes in. “Are we going out there to get him? Or is he bringing the fight to us?”
“If the data you retrieved is correct, perhaps, both,” Warlock assumes.
Hunter shows his frustration, “I’m not waiting around here to get…”
“We don’t know what we’re going up against. The Speaker must tell us more!” Warlock fires back.
“Like he always has?!” Hunter points out.
Warlock is silent, but fuming.
Titan looks to Warlock, “I think Hunter is right on this one.”
They both look at Titan with surprise.
“I think we should split up. I am grateful to see you, but we seem to work better separately.”
They nod in agreement.
“Hunter, let me know when you get access into The Vault. We need every weapon we can get. Warlock…we need more power than we have now to combat Oryx. See if you can find a source.”
“I’ve almost arrived at my conclusion…but, I need to be sure.”
Titan give him a heavy pat on the arm.
“I suppose you’re going somewhere,” Hunter adds.
Titan motions to the inner city, “Down there. Guardians, who have fought this army, can give me first hand information on a strategy to beat them. Solo? In teams? They must have stories to tell.”
Warlock nods, looking to Hunter, “We’ll know what we’re walking into.”
Silence for a moment.
Hunter tossing back the hood of his cloak and removes his helmet, “Let’s hang out a bit before we’re off to save the world again.”
“Excuse me?” Warlock steps back.
Titan removes his helmet, “Sounds good to me.”
Warlock removes his helmet, “Alright.”
The brothers exchange hand grips to finally greet each other.
“It has been a while,” Warlock admits.
“A while?” Hunter smirks. “Makes me wonder what you consider a long time.”
Titan gets between the two and puts an arm over the far shoulder of each. They begin to walk towards the Hall of Guardians taking in the calm before the storm.