striker team assemble
closed with fistxfhavoc and arcfists
To say there was a flutter of activity when the Queen’s envoy turned up a week before the Reef was set to open would be an understatement. Even Guardian’s out on missions in the farthest flung corners of the solar system had trekked their way back in to see what she was offering. None was more intrigued than Badb (well, that was not true, there was sure to be others, but she would imagine she was right up there).
And what Petra was offering for Badb was not just a bounty, but a furthering of her cause. A large stepping stone on her mission, a vault forward. Badb did like to hunt, and she planned on hunting these particular outstanding Fallen with all her skills and all her attention.
She was given her co-ordinates and on hitting the surface of Venus, her boots coming to a stop on the hard rock where every Guardian was dropped, she took a deep breath and waited to see who her strike team was going to be. As much as she wanted to do this on her own, she knew that she would require help.
The two other parts of the team dropped only a few moments behind, the sound of their boots landing hard and sturdy on the rock behind her. She turned and her face broke into a wide, excited grin and she let out a loud, larger than life laugh.
“Brother, Sister!” and she clasped both of their shoulders and gave them a squeeze. “I could not be any more blessed then to have you this day on this mission, along side me,” and she took in a deep breath and with a nod, let her companions go. “Are ready you ready to go hunting?” she asked, the now feral grin on her face obvious in her tone.
