Zavala: This is a Priority 1 rescue operation. We have received a distress call on a secure Vanguard channel. The target of extraction is Deputy Commander Sloane. She was last seen on Titan before it vanished, during the arrival of the Pyramids. Our job is to triangulate where the distress signal is coming from, find the deputy commander, and get her out. I know what you may be thinking. But Sloane is one of the most tenacious, resilient soldiers I've ever known. If anyone could have survived this… it's her.
Zavala: The Guardian has landed. I'm at our old LZ; no sign of Sloane or enemy activity. Extraction team, what's your status?
Saint-14: Commander, I am at the Tidal Anchor not far from your position. It is abandoned—quiet. Distress signal is weak.
Lord Saladin: I've established a beachhead inside the New Pacific Arcology; no sign of the Hive. Signal strength is weak here as well.
Zavala: Guardian, you need to cross the rig to align a communications dish so we can triangulate Sloane's position. Keep comms open—we don't know what happened here.
Zavala: Taken! I've got multiple Taken engagements on my position!
Saint-14: [grunts] They are on me as well!
Lord Saladin: Confirmed ten Taken contacts in the New Pacific Arcology. Iron War Beasts are engaging.
Zavala: Extraction team, status?
Lord Saladin: All clear, Commander. Minimal casualties.
Saint-14: Tidal Anchor is secure; the Taken are gone.
Zavala: Guardian, get to the array.
Zavala: Is that… the Derelict?
Drifter: Hey, gang! Heard there was a party, and I thought I'd pop on by and see what the fuss is all about.
Lord Saladin: This is a rescue mission for Deputy Commander Sloane—get off the line.
Drifter: Oh, great! She owes me a drink.
Saint-14: A drink.
Drifter: Would I lie?
Lord Saladin: We have more Taken incoming! Falling back to the Arcology Solarium.
Xivu Arath: I AM THE MOUNTAIN UPON WHICH ALL SWORDS SHATTER! HONE YOUR EDGE AGAINST ME!
Lord Saladin: No…
Xivu Arath: I AM THE HAND AROUND YOUR THROAT. I AM THE LAST BREATH IN YOUR MOUTH. YOU CANNOT ESCAPE ME.
Zavala: More Taken! They're coming up from the methane flush! I'm holding position!
Xivu Arath: I REMEMBER SAGIRA SHATTERING. SHE WAS WORTHY OF DEATH. OSIRIS WAS NOT. ARE YOU SO FRAGILE?
Saint-14: [screams in rage] Show yourself! Fight me! I will tear you apart with my bare hands!
Lord Saladin: That voice we heard… it was Xivu Arath! I'd only heard her voice in audio logs from the fall of the Cabal homeworld. There's no mistaking her. She must be near; we need to be careful. Her influence has never been this strong.
Zavala: We need to find Sloane and get her out of here, now. You're almost at the array, Guardian—get moving. Go!
Zavala: The consoles here at Siren's Watch say the array is unpowered. Guardian, you need to find a way to reroute power, then properly align the array's receivers.
Zavala: Excellent work. Systems are lighting up here; I have Sloane's position as… one kilometer down?
Saint-14: She is in the ocean? That is a sea of crushing methane—nothing can survive there.
Drifter: I wouldn't be so sure of that.
Zavala: Guardian. Rig schematics show a ballast maintenance shaft near your position. Follow the signal down and find the deputy commander. I'll join up with you shortly.
Zavala: I've arrived at the diving point; I'm coming down to you.
Drifter: That ain't gonna happen, boss. Do you know how much pressure they're taking? They gotta get out of there.
Zavala: I am not leaving anyone behind again.
Drifter: And I ain't saying we do!
Drifter: All right, that's enough! I'm pullin' you up before you and your Ghost get flattened!
Drifter: Welcome to the Derelict. I'm down in engineering, making sure we… don't blow up. Zavala's got his heart in the right place, but ol' Blue's about as stubborn as they come. You can't brute force this moon. The Collapse messed the whole place up good. Gravity's weird down in the deep. There's pockets of air… some places you can move safely. Others that'll crush you into a little speck. But I think I got something in my gets that'll help us out. Titan ain't my first aquatic rodeo. Go ahead and try out that prototype. Should protect you from the pressure. Well, some of it, at least.
Drifter: Now get on outta here. I'll fill the boss man in for ya.
Zavala: Guardian, you're almost at the source of the distress signal. I've acquired one of Drifter's... devices. I'll be joining you momentarily.