Trepidation

Cobalt-9 arrives on Europa just outside the Deep Stone Crypt in his usual landing spot for his daily expeditions. The thoughts of the Legions Warmind are still fresh in his head after their interaction in the tower's hangar. Cobalt trudges through the thick snow as he makes his way inside the entrance to the Crypt.

"There's bound to be some information in the Crypt about the Legion's Warmind," he says quietly. He's unsure if the Legion has hacked into his comms network. Carbon, Cobalt's Ghost appears by his side and floats oblong with I'm as he walks down into the main Bray Exoscience labs

"I'm not so sure" Carbon chirps, his shell twisting a multitude of times as he speaks. "You don't want to get yourself in trouble again"

"I'll be careful" Cobalt reassures, "besides, they all talk big but there's no way they can take the city"

Cobalt continues to walk through the Crypt. It's quieter than usual. No Fallen insight. Cobalt rests his hand on a hand cannon holstered on the inside of his robes as he walks deeper into the horror house of the Crypt. He eventually finds himself at a data access terminal.

"Right. Carbon you know the drill, I want all information on all Warmind files related to the Iron Legion"

Cobalt plugs in a few loose cables and ports from a storage drive on his hip to the terminal and Carbon starts to scan his way through the collected information.

"You know Cobalt, you could just let it go. You said it yourself that they wouldn't make any moves on you" Carbon speaks after a long period of silence.

"True but I'm not letting my guard down, not after I've seen." His mind recalls the fight with Noctis just outside the main Crypt area. "Come on, I know you're hiding in here somewhere," he says frustrated as he digs deeper into the files in the data terminal. He then finds a file that is partially corrupted but has the Legions insignia on the cover.

"HA GOTCHA" Cobalt exclaims as he shakes his fist in success.

He hears footsteps approaching. The owners of which come walking around the corner to where Cobalt is working. They are all armed soldiers. Each with the Legions insignia painted onto their shoulders and chest plates.

"Can I help you?" Cobalt asks in the most innocent voice he can manage. One of the soldiers steps forward, pointing his rifle at the Warlock's head.

"What are you doing down here in this area is prohibited" he commands, his loud voice waking up the whole Crypt.

"I could say the same thing to you"

"Were on patrol now you need to leave immediately"

"On whose orders?"

"On the order of Lord Magus himself"

Cobalts eyes widen slightly as he realizes that the Legion's Warmind creator is after him specifically.

"Shit. I want to blow these guys away with maximum firepower, but it's too risky with all this data still here" he thinks to himself. "I see," Cobalt says calmly, "and what happens if I say no?"

"This is your last warning, leave immediately or we will open fire!" the Legions soldier yells before cocking the rifle in his hand with a menacing click. But before he can react, Cobalt flicks his wrist, and a large spark of Arc light jets out from his fingertips and shocks all of the soldiers, including the leader, before they can react. They all collapse on the spot, twitching like fish out of water from the shock.

"Unbelievable" Cobalt sighs as he goes back to the terminal to continue his work. A cloaked figure quietly approaches Cobalt from the shadows that cloak the Crypts halls.