Most of the higherups of the Vanguard have gathered around a table, even Lorelei, Cyto and Shiro have been invited since they had the most interactions with these, things. Everyone read the most recent report, about the bar incident. Most seem to not believe it, Zavala rubbing his forehead, Crow has a worried look on his face, even a slight dose of fear. 

Zavala: First an entire Cabal ship, and now a bar full of Guardians. Who are these things? 

Ikora: Each encounter with them is more worrying than the last one. To get into the Last City without even a single person noticing. 

Shiro: Well, they looked like a ordinary person, apart from their beauty and their clothes.

Ikora: I have seen that mentioned. What do you mean an ordinary person?

Lorelei: Well, it all started when she entered, a girl so beautiful that made the entire bar silent. And from there, some guys tried to hit on her, she blasted on with a power I had not seen.

Zavala: Are you saying the girl killed all of those guardians. 

Lorelei: No, but I think, no I am certain that she and the thing that killed them all are somehow connected. But I can't figure out how. Because every time she disappeared it appeared where she stood or it moved. 

Zavala:  What do you mean appear? One does not simply appear unless transmating in. 

Lorelei: It is like she teleports, capable of moving around without walking. 

Osiris: So now we have a teleporting figure who somehow controls beings of such power that makes light work of a room full of Guardians and a mimic demon or something.

Cyto: A mimic demon?

Osiris: Yes, yesterday I went to Zavala's office to discuss something when I saw myself sitting in a chair in front of Zavala's desk.

Shiro: Saw yourself? 

Zavala:  He is speaking of truth, no matter how ridiculous it sounds. It was a perfect copy, but I noticed it was acting strange, concealing it's face. But when it did look at me I felt a chill run down my spine. I felt as if my very own life was being snuffed out by it's gaze.

Osiris: It said some strange words which I never heard, I think something like Vome, Louhk, Yahu, Khra and Fass or something. I think I said them correctly. 

Cyto: What the hell are those words? 

Ikora: I tried to look through all the archives, all the languages and not once did I come across such words.  Similar, but same.

Zavala: I want you to be careful around people, if they are acting strange don't believe them immediately. If that thing can mimic anyone then it is a massive problem.

This makes everyone worried. Do they now have to start doubting their friends and teammates on if who they see is the real one. A mimic is dangerous since it installs paranoia into a society and eventually it collapses. Also, a being able to make Zavala freeze in fear is rare, it has to be really strong, like really strong. He is a man of a strong will and not a easy one to break. As the meeting goes on, talking about all details about each encounter it is interrupted by a incoming transmission.

Ikora: Who is it now?

Zavala: Drifter. What does he want?

They pull up Drifters coms, there is a long silence, but then his voice is heard.

Drifter: Yo, I didn't think you would pick up.

Osiris: What do you want Drifter? 

Osiris sounded annoyed and angry. Drifter never takes many things as serious as Osiris would like it. They never got along too well. Drifter doesn't get along well with most of the Vanguard. 

Drifter: Woah, easy there tiger. No need to bite.

Zavala: What do you want Drifter? If you are here to waste our time better hang up. 

Drifter: Well, I was traveling around our system a little and let me tell you something. the universe is not looking all to good.

Everyone let's out a confused huh. What the hell is he saying? The universe hasn't been good for years now.

Zavala: I am sorry. but what? Things haven't been good for years and decades now.

Drifter: I know that, I am not stupid. I mean, things are becoming much, much worse. 

Osiris: Spill it out. What do you want to say?

Drifter: Ah, nothing special. Apart that there seems to be a massive rift or a crack in the time and space itself, right in the middle of nowhere and strange energy seeping out from it.

Ikora: What do you mean a crack?

Drifter: Like a crack you would seen on a glass window. And it isn't looking good.

Everyone immediately looks at each other, worry but also they don't trust the words Drifter is saying. But, what if he is saying is the truth. How big is the crack and what kind of energy is seeping from it. Could it be darkness, but Drifter would recognize it, but it also can't be the light. But there is a sudden noise in the comms, Drifters ships starts to rattle.

Drifter: What the hell?

Zavala: Drifter! Tell us what is going on.

Drifter: I got no idea, it is closing itself. I don't know wh.....

There is a long silence, not a word being spoken.

Zavala: Drifter, are you there?

Drifter: What the hell are you?

A childish giggle is heard from the other side. What is a child doing on the Drifters ship? Unless it isn't a child. Then a creepy. hollow voice is heard. 

Voice: Hello kiddo.

A cock of the gun is heard. 

Drifter: What in the all things unholy are you?

Voice: Me. I am nobody important. 

Drifter: What? Wait, Eris? 

Everyone at the Tower eyes widen and look at each other. Eris? But why did he sound so surprised, as if he isn't expecting her. Then they all gasp.

Zavala: Can you hear me Drifter? That isn't Eris, I repeat, that isn't Eris!

Eris: Do not listen to me my love, it is me.

The voice sounds exactly like her, but then a gunshot can be heard.

Eris: Why did you shoot me?

Drifter: Because Eris doesn't say, my love to me. She doesn't speak like you. Who the hell are you?

A laughter that can only be described as bone chilling is heard. It sounds so wrong, so unnatural.

Voice: Hahahaha. Damn, here I though I could trick you. Well, I guess I shall be seeing you some other time. 

Whispering can be heard over the radio, a lot of it. Drifter starts to yell and scream, but not out of anger, but out of fear and terror. And then, silence. Same as with Zavala's encounter. 

Zavala: Drifter, head back here, right now. 

Drifter: Hah, hah, I think I will.

Somewhere else in the universe

???: How many of these fucks are there! They just keep coming and coming!

???: On your left Roovaz, five of them.

Roovaz: Can you fucks just chill the fuck out!

Roovaz: Vesh, I need backup here!

Vesh: Right oh brother. Snake-13, cover out six.

Vesh floats to her brother, guns blazing, shooting at the endless waves of Hive that have surrounded them. This was supposed to be a normal strike but it was a trap. 

Roovaz: Fuck I hate fighting against these fucks. Why did we agree on this strike? It smelled fishy from the start. 

Vesh: Stop whining brother. Once we kill them all you can whine as much as you heart desires. 

Snake-13: Guys, more coming on our six. Too many for me to handle. 

Vesh get hit, in her arm, causing her to drop her submachine gun on the ground. As she looks up she sees a knight above her, swinging his cleaver down on her. He somehow managed to sneak around them and for her, the world seems to have slowed down. But above him, in the air, she sees a white figure, gliding across the air. Like an angel.

 Could this be her end, their end. Roovaz begins to aim his hand cannon at it knowing that Snake-13 is too preoccupied. But as he think that he will watch his sister die in front of him the ground shakes violently causing the knight to loose his balance and miss her by a inch. A loud roar is heard, everyone turning their gaze towards the maker of that noise, and they see it. Surrounded by a bunch of floating hive, standing on shattered ground. Grey armor, like of steel. Wielding a large axe.

With one swing it slices a dozen hive in two pieces, their corpses quickly dissolving into ash. It charges a Hive Knight into a wall, causing it to crack and killing the knight instantly. The acolytes keep on shooting but it simply doesn't seem to care. But they notice, from the crack, sand start to float out, which is strange, usually sand goes down, not up. The sand starts to rise up, slowly forming into a tall, skinny figure. Wielding a massive sword glowing in strange energy.

Sand cat like beings form, jumping at the acolytes, killing one by one. They start shooting, almost ignoring the fact that they are being shot. Slicing and shooting with guns that they have never seen. A burst pistol clad in gold wielded by the sand guy, the silver guy takes from his back a massive gun, with strange golden spine like details on it. It fires a shot into the crows which a second later explodes, killing a dozen more in that shot. But then it starts to shoot like a normal shotgun, having the need to cock it back after each shot. 

Snake sees the knight that tried to kill Vesh, standing there, as confused as everyone else. He grabs that chance, pulling out his shotgun and blasting the knight in the head. Suddenly, a glowing orange beam shoots from up above, a beam that melts the very floor that it passes over. They look up to see a feminine white figure holding what looks like a sun, shooting solar energy down upon the Hive. The fireteam just stares at the three creatures go ham on the hive, it doesn't even look like a fair fight. It is a massacre, hive after hive, killed in an instant. Shot, sliced, eaten by a sand cat, crushed against a wall or simply burned into ash. 

Roovaz: What in the name of the Traveler are those things?

Vesh: I have no idea. The powers they use are, they are, I can't think of a word to describe it. 

Snake-13: Impossible. 

Roovaz: Let us run, quickly, while everyone is distracted. 

Vesh: Are you serious, what if they need help?

Roovaz gives a good stare at his worried sister with a 'are you for real?' face. She looks at the creatures killing the Hive like it is a normal Thursday afternoon and can't help but feel stupid for saying that. If anyone needs help it is the Hive. These things aren't stuck with them, they are stuck with those things. She gives a nod and they start to run for it. Gunfighting still going on behind them but growing silent as they move further and further away. As they think that they had ran away far enough they take a moment to catch a breath and gather themselves. As they they all start to walk amongst the corridors of the hive temple Vesh suddenly stops but the others don't notice. She feels a blade on her throat, she slowly moves turns her head around and see a white figure with golden parts integrated into it's skin or armor. Two horns on it's head and no face. Far behind it she sees the other three creatures approaching fast, jumping and spinning in the air. It bombs it's head forward, looking at the two guys who don't seem to have noticed anything.

Vesh: G-guys.

Roovaz: Yes, sis.

He slowly turns around expecting her to be right next to them but he sees her about 20 meters back being held by a knife on the neck wielded by a strange creature. They aim their guns at it but soon the three things they saw stop behind it. 

Snake-13: Let her go!

The big metal guy signals with it's shotgun to the ground, telling them to drop their weapons. Snake and Roovaz exchange glances, unsure what to do.

Vesh: Guys, drop your weapons. I think it is a smart thing to do. You don't stand a chance against them. 

She has a point, they make quick and easy work of a horde of hive of different strengths with which they were struggling with, so they really have no chance of fighting against them. They slowly lower their guns and place them on the ground, rising their hands above their heads. The white feminine one floats up to them, bending down to pick up their weapons and watch as she returns to her friends. One thing they do notice is the dumptruck on the back of it. The one holding Vesh lowers his blades and snaps his head in a sign to follow after them. Nervous glances are exchanged amongst the fireteam members but they decide to follow them. Without their guns they are easy prey and these guy don't seem to want to kill them right away.