Coffin Nail

Just as hard and twice as sharp.

The Warlock put her hands on her hips as she looked up at the Titan's new ship.

"So… run this plan by me one more time," she said.

"Sure thing," the Titan replied. "We go into that haunted cave, snatch a Headless guy, stuff it in the cargo hold, and bring it back here."

"Alive," the Warlock clarified.

"Yup," the Titan affirmed, nodding vigorously. "Then we sell it for a mountain of Glimmer."

"Who would buy a giant flaming pumpkin monster?!"

"Eris Morn, for one. She's always researching creepy stuff like that. Or—the Drifter. You should see the stuff he's got aboard the Derelict."

"Even if you do find a buyer—which you won't—how are you gonna fit a Headless One in this bird?" She gestured to the sleek, Eliksni-made jumpship. "I told you to go for something with a bigger cargo hold."

"First of all, I got a great deal on this," the Titan retorted. "Second of all, if it doesn't fit, we just strap it to one of these… nose… spikes." He gestured vaguely to the sharp protrusions coming from the front of his new ship.

The Warlock's next objection was interrupted by a booming voice coming from the hangar entrance.

"I got the sedatives right here!" their Hunter teammate announced, carrying in a large ammo crate. "There's enough here to knock out an Ogre." He dropped it at the Warlock's feet. "We doing this, or what?"

The Warlock looked at her eager teammates and sighed. "Let's go get killed, I guess."

"Yessss!" the Titan exclaimed. "Dibs on the candy!"

Civilian Atrium South

Category: The Drifter


Chroma Rush

Category: Eliksni

Compass Rose

Cloak of the Great Hunt

Category: Eris Morn

Contingency Plans