The day was cold. Clouds hung low atop twilight gap. Wind blowing gently throughout the empty structure. Artillery placements stood silent overseeing what lies beyond the walls. Behind the guns, was a vast array of storages and ammo creats that were once full of life and action, now lay empty and lifeless. Left to rot by the warriors who defended this position long ago from the fallen invaders. The crack of gunfire breaks the peaceful silence. A sniper rifle for sure. Moments later, a young warlock glides into the scene, and over to a titan laying on the ground. He silently observes the titan, a large hole in the exos chest. Pierced right through his plasteel breast plate like it was nothing. Not before long, the warlock spoke. "Should have taken a different path. You might have just gotten the jump on me." A slight chuckle followed by the Warlock removing the magazine from his long rifle and loading it with a fresh round. The Warlock proceeds to pull out his ghost."get my good side,will ya?" The ghost tilts forwards, mimicking a nod. The warlock poses over the titan sticking his thumb out over him,and As soon as his ghost snaps the picture, the titan grabs the Warlocks arm, fracturing it at the elbow, then drives his shotgun into his chest, and swiftly, but brutally ends him. The titan, still week from the round that he had taken earlier, lays back down and slowly drifts off to death. Not long, they are resurrected by their ghosts. The titan stood up, and stared down at the young warlock, who was still laying down, though very much alive. "You going to get up, Morgen?"

Morgen shook his head "nah, give me a minute."

The titan laughed "you know better than to celebrate your kills like that, Morgen. Especially in these kinds of training environments."

Morgen gets up, dusts himself off, and crosses his arms "yeah, well not every enemy we fight can tank a high caliber long rifle like that. Well, maybe except for the Cabal. But we haven't seen alot of them since they tried to drive their not so Almighty into the city. Besides, I don't wanna knock that clean helmet off of you, Wülf. You polish that thing WAY to much, and your ghost undoes all of that work when it is put back together."

Wülfs ghost looks at morgen with its top spike lowered at him in disappointment. Wülfs laughter dampers the ghosts attempt to get back at morgen. "You got alot to learn, young warlock."

Their conversation got interrupted by Lord Shaxx, who transmatted himself into the area. Shaxx towered over both Morgen and Wülf, and spoke with a stern, yet energetic tone. He wore heavy plasteel titan armor with a white and orange color scheme. His helmet had a set of horns in it, whith one of them missing. He won't let his ghost repair it, it has been part of his identity ever since he lost it. Some believe it was ripped off of by a fallen captain during twilight gap. Others believe it was lost during a duel with Felwinter. Whatever the story was, there is one thing that everyone knows for sure. The helmet, it stays on. Shaxx lowers his attention at the two guardians. "Warlock!" He shouts. "How many times do I have to say, never celebrate your kills, and ALWAYS make sure you go in for the kill. You use a sniper rifle like lady Efirdeet, so I expect to see more tally from you. As for you titan, never wait for an your killer to come finish you off. You never know of they will check for a pulse bh giving you a few extra rounds to the head or not. You will be better off crawling out of their, and patching yourself up! That being said, you both fight like animals. Keep it up!"

Morgen, who's arms are still crossed looks at Shaxx."are we good to go another round then, you one horned gorilla?"

Shaxx shakes his head "No. The commander requested to see you, Morgen. He has a special task for you. Come see me before that though. I found a few gifts for you that an old friend would have wanted you to have. And I am NOT a gorilla!"

Shaxx and Wülf parted ways, but Morgen stayed behind for a little. Snow began to fall gracefully from the sky. As flakes landed on Morgens visor, rest there gently before they turn Into water and run off his sleek helmet and onto his Dark Age robes. Morgen gazes off to the sky and watches the clouds grow darker. His visor, though tinted, held a faint, orange glow from morgens eyes. He lowered his gaze and made his way to his ship. He did not want to keep Shaxx waiting.