Advent of Chaos

11

"Do you have any idea what trouble we could get into for this?" A black hood adorned with gold lining covered the metal plating of the Hunter's helmet-- which concealed an expression in robotic features that only breathed worry, instead of plainly expressing it. She tapped on the outside glass of the Vanguard hall, peering through to see the back of Zavala's head shimmering blue like a disco ball, and chuckled silently, the robotic hum stinging the glass like an insect.

"Nah, we'll be fine." Her companion, a sky-blue faced Awoken Titan, breathed a non-apologetic sigh, clinging to the edge of the balcony that allowed them to drop below. She slipped in through a moderate sized hole in the thick concrete below the Vanguard hall, her armor barely scraping the opening. Above, muffled voices could be heard through the floor the two rogues were now ducking under, until a steep stairway led to a lightless chamber. The silver-headed Awoken dug through a pale grey satchel at her waist, pulling out a small metallic ball, and tossing it to the center of the dark chamber. Suddenly, the sphere burst into glitter, the outer layer of the thing twisting and unraveling to reveal a small orb of the Traveler's light.
The room lit up with a single flash, revealing panels of buttons and sliders, each table having two holographic screens projected above it. It seemed that this room ran off of light, only used such things as it's very energy and existence. Otherwise, it was merely a dark control room with broken screens and walls.

Somehow, the Vanguard knew nothing of this room-- not even the Speaker had a clue that they existed within the Tower.

"Where'd you manage to get one of those?" The Exo nudged her friend, waving a hand over a screen to watch it faze through, the blue aquamarine light of the hologram bouncing across the fabric of her leather gloves. 
"Bet you can't guess." A wide grin.

"Below the hangar, right? Imogen, you've gotta stop sneaking down there. Someone could catch you." There was a hint of concern in her artificial voice as she placed her gloved hands on a dark table in front of one of the holograms. The screen flashed in static patterns for a moment before it displayed a sphere; which they knew represented the Traveler.

"Don't mess with that, Iris. I haven't figured out what it's used for just yet. It's clearly a model of the Traveler, but for what purpose does it serve?"

"Nothing that involves us-- I know that much." Iris breathed an exasperated sigh, despite not having lungs, the Exo could still imitate the behaviors of flesh-bearing species. It amused Imogen at times, how human-like she could be-- even compared to actual humans. She removed her hands from the panel, wiping them off on her shoulders. "It's covered in dust anyways. Wonder how long it's been since this place has been used."

Imogen responded with caution, "It hasn't been touched since Andal Brask's death. You think it belonged to him?"
"Don't you think he would've informed Cayde of its existence?" Iris countered, flipping a switch left of the centre hologram. Eight boxes popped up, each displaying a separate part of the Tower. They monitored the vicinities of New Monarchy, Dead Orbit, Future War Cult, the Vanguard hall, upper Tower, City doors, Crucible handlers, and the Vaults. It puzzled the pair how there were no cameras to be found below the hangar, but they weren't exactly complaining, considering the fact that they occasionally snuck in-- and needed to conceal their identities.

"Cayde isn't aware of this place. It has to have some greater significance, then." Imogen cleared her throat.
"Wait-- how do you figure it hasn't been touched since Andal Brask's time?" The Exo faced her friend, watching her silver hair dip low as Imogen looked to the concrete ceiling. Carved in stone above their heads, with beautiful precision and perhaps the most careful hands in the galaxy, a King of Spades took its place in the surface.

"He and Cayde really did enjoy playing cards." She breathed finally, smiling at the smallest trace of the former Hunter Vanguard.

Iris looked from the concrete carving to the flickering panels below the holograms. "The light isn't doing much for this place."

"That's because I stole a smaller orb. I figured it wouldn't have lasted as long. But I wanted to show you this room-- a rogue's favorite little hiding place. Which also just-so-happens to be a control room for the Tower." Imogen turned around to watch the rest of the light vanish from the panels, and the holograms disappear into thin air.

"Could I go down and... 'gather' some light from unaware guardians?" Iris hovered a finger over a silver button on her left wrist, indicating a mechanic that allowed her to completely vanish from sight.
"Bring me back some drinks from the hangar, will you?" Was Imogen's only response to this.

Iris would've smiled, if she had lips.