"Well, if there is, you know as much as I do," Declan answered with a weary sigh. He nodded in regards to it being a shorter trip. He'd give them a little over half a day, time to shower on Venus, then sleep on the trip there while Ghost and Ren managed the ship's autopiloted flight. That way they'd be clean and rested, and make it to the Reef with just enough time to get to the throneroom.
"I can tell you what I know about the Sov's and the Awoken, at least." And he did. The walk back to the Sparrow, the ride, and a few hours after showering and the ship being launched again were filled with as much history and personal experience as Declan could piece together with Ghost for interjections. He talked about Mara Sov, Uldren Sov, Techeun Witches, the great pilgrimage taken by humanity that eventually created the Awoken, the Awoken relationship with some of the Fallen houses, and his own long and complicated with the royal family. He detailed how he and Mac and a handful of other Guardians went to them for help years ago and were eventually pressed to help the Awoken in return. He talked about his mission to get the head of a Vex Gate Lord, of traveling through a portal not unlike the one's Aoba used, ending up somewhere between space and time, isolated from the passage of years, a world inverted, and how they stopped something dark, formless, and indescribable. He had no idea what the Vex were worshiping, only that it couldn't be allowed to get to Earth.
By the time they were ready for sleeping, Declan was mentally and physically exhausted and grateful for the opportunity to just collapse onto his mattress and bury his face in his pillow. He said goodnight, and left Aoba to think on all the information he'd gotten. Then, hours later, Declan woke up to Ghost prodding him to answer a hail from the Awoken.
"Aoba! Aoba, we're here," he hissed, gently patting the other man awake before plodding out to slide into the pilot seat with a yawn.
"Copy that. This is Guardian Declan requesting permission to dock. We're here for an audience with the Queen and restocking supplies."
"Supplies?" a slightly accented voice crackled over the comms. Guardians didn't typically need anything other than munitions. Sometimes the odd personal salvage trade goods...
"I'm carrying civilian cargo," the Titan clarified.
"Hm. Permission granted...Welcome back to the Reef, Guardian."
"Thank you, Emissary Venj."
"...Just Petra, Guardian. Petra, out."
When Aoba finally joined him, Declan nodded out the window at the massive space storms, the brilliant amethyst nebula, the sparkling space dust, and the colossal hulls of various derelict ships fastened together into the ever-changing "world" of the Awoken.
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"I can tell you what I know about the Sov's and the Awoken, at least." And he did. The walk back to the Sparrow, the ride, and a few hours after showering and the ship being launched again were filled with as much history and personal experience as Declan could piece together with Ghost for interjections. He talked about Mara Sov, Uldren Sov, Techeun Witches, the great pilgrimage taken by humanity that eventually created the Awoken, the Awoken relationship with some of the Fallen houses, and his own long and complicated with the royal family. He detailed how he and Mac and a handful of other Guardians went to them for help years ago and were eventually pressed to help the Awoken in return. He talked about his mission to get the head of a Vex Gate Lord, of traveling through a portal not unlike the one's Aoba used, ending up somewhere between space and time, isolated from the passage of years, a world inverted, and how they stopped something dark, formless, and indescribable. He had no idea what the Vex were worshiping, only that it couldn't be allowed to get to Earth.
By the time they were ready for sleeping, Declan was mentally and physically exhausted and grateful for the opportunity to just collapse onto his mattress and bury his face in his pillow. He said goodnight, and left Aoba to think on all the information he'd gotten. Then, hours later, Declan woke up to Ghost prodding him to answer a hail from the Awoken.
"Aoba! Aoba, we're here," he hissed, gently patting the other man awake before plodding out to slide into the pilot seat with a yawn.
"Copy that. This is Guardian Declan requesting permission to dock. We're here for an audience with the Queen and restocking supplies."
"Supplies?" a slightly accented voice crackled over the comms. Guardians didn't typically need anything other than munitions. Sometimes the odd personal salvage trade goods...
"I'm carrying civilian cargo," the Titan clarified.
"Hm. Permission granted...Welcome back to the Reef, Guardian."
"Thank you, Emissary Venj."
"...Just Petra, Guardian. Petra, out."
When Aoba finally joined him, Declan nodded out the window at the massive space storms, the brilliant amethyst nebula, the sparkling space dust, and the colossal hulls of various derelict ships fastened together into the ever-changing "world" of the Awoken.
"Welcome to the Reef."