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[Daytime hours. Echo, sans helmet but still suited up in his armor, wears a stern expression as he checks to see if the communication device is working. When he decides it is, he begins speaking, treating the situation as a soldier does.]

This is Echo. After all that's been happening the past few days and nights, we need to do a headcount to see if everyone's present an' accounted for.

As for our current situation, I'm assuming we don't really have emergency protocols and preparations in place for this kind of thing. Then again, who would've thought we'd be attacked by giant spiders almost every single night?

[If the clone's really being honest, he'd rather fight an army of droids right now.]

I guess it all boils down to taking care of ourselves while we have the break, but I feel like most of us are pretty capable when it comes to crises. Still, I'll be taking watch in the meantime. Just in case.

Contact me if you need any assistance.

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Cayde-Six, present and accounted for.

[He's been largely off the radar doing what he does best. Truthfully he'd rather fight anything than more bugs. They're getting really annoying.]

That'd be a big fat negative. I mean, it's not the first time we've had to deal with big bugs but this is a lot and the nightly routine is kinda getting tiring. At least they die pretty easily.

Anyone track where these suckers're coming from? Pretty sure it's not the big hole out northeast. I burned that nest out- uh. Whole different kinda bug there.

Edited 2021-01-25 06:59 (UTC)

[Well, he can't say he's surprised, but the disappointment sure shows on his face.]

Eh, I'd count it as a small positive. This whole situation is probably the closest I've felt to normal in general, except there were more clankers than...this. [Loose hand gesture of slight disgust.]

I don't know if anyone has– wait, you burned out a bug nest?

"Clankers?" Oh but I know what you mean. Back home we got these guys called the Hive? Not the most fun guys to run into in a dark place, 'specially the ones that explode.

[He waves a hand dismissively then.]

Oh yeah. Before your time. Me and Stark found things crawling down in that suspicious hole. Kind of had a minor mess so I figured we take care of the problem for good with lots of fire and explosives. Mind you, those ones were completely different from the leggy variety we've been having to deal with these past nights.

Droids. They're made of metal and they clank, so. [His brow lifts.] Oh, yeah, that doesn't sound fun at all.

...Y'know, I was gonna ask why you did that, but I feel like I already got my answer.

[Moving on.]

Speaking of explosives: do you have anymore left? The first night alone was enough to remind me that I don't have any grenades on hand, and if this keeps up I'm going to have to use my blaster as a bludgeon.

Hey, I do not clank! [The mock look of offense is only spoiled by the grin that follows after.]

Ah, grenades. [A wistful sigh.] I wish I came with grenades. Would've solved a lot of problems. ...then again I'm sure it would've caused a bunch more too but hey, you never know.

What, you use up that gun I gave you already? Anyway, I got you. Meet me at the bar.

[That brings a faint smirk to his features.] Right, you're a lot more articulate.

[Someone else who understands the importance of grenades! Echo also commiserates, however, knowing how far south things can go if they're not used properly.]

Heh. Not until it happens, anyway.

I have that one on reserve. But I'll be right over.

[The Exo grins.] Damn right.

Oh good. Well, I'll be here.

[And indeed he is, enjoying a drink as he takes stock of things, but at least it looks like the spiders have kept clear of this floor. He's so glad he's invested in fixing the doors.]

A hell of a welcome back. [It's a damn good thing Din's used to a lack of sleep. Between dealing with the spiders, and wrangling his kid. Fun times.]

Never thought I'd be takin' on spiders twice in just months.

[At least these ones don't seem to get big enough to almost envelop a ship, as the ones on the maker forsaken ice planet did.]

[Yeah. So.

When he said he'd be right over, it takes a little longer than it originally should have. Way longer.

The first thing that comes through the doors is a gloved hand that clutches onto one side for support. The rest of the ARC Trooper then follows after, trudging into the bar to announce Echo's lackluster arrival, every movement slow and unsteady as he silently crosses the room and over to the counter.

In finding the closest stool, he sits. The blaster is hefted and laid out and off to one side. He then emits a low groan and slowly leans forward, letting his helmeted head rest against the counter's surface with a soft thunk.]

[Hell yeah, who needs sleep???

Echo's brow arches.]

Twice? You've seen these guys before?

[What is sleep?? That word doesn't compute!]

Not here on Agra-10. Back home. On some hell hole of an ice planet. Those were a hell of a lot bigger than these.

Ah. That is...awful.

[The frown just says it all.]

Was the ice planet supposed to be a legitimate destination?

They looked different too. But similar enough.

[Din frowns a little under the helmet, tilting his helm a little with a sigh.]

No. Ended up crash landing there. Managed to repair the ship enough to get off it. But we were lucky to escape

Edited 2021-01-26 05:55 (UTC)

[The Vanguard Hunter's helping himself to a drink, one elbow leaning against the counter, the other tipping a bottle over a glass. He glances up when Echo enters, brow arching as he watches the other's painful process before the ARC Trooper finally makes it to the bar.]

....

[Cayde looks down at the drink he's just poured, then slides the glass on over towards the Trooper's head.]

I'll say. Otherwise you wouldn't be here telling me this. But it's good you were able to get out of there.

[The glass glides along, slowing down until it taps against the helmet. Another low groan filters through the vocabulator, garbled for a few seconds before he says anything.]

Give me... [One hand rises, index finger crooked in the air.] Give me a second.

[The Exo sighs in relief once the clone speaks.]

Oh good. I did not look forward to having to figure out where to put a body, much less explain why there was one in my bar if someone else walked in here.

[He tilts his head then before leaning down to fish out another glass from below the counter to pour himself a new one.]

Okay, but I charge by the hour.

[A faint, if pained snort is heard before Echo places both of his hands on the edge of the counter, pushing away to sit up. He then removes his bucket, sighing as he sets it on his thigh.]

...Probably could've put me somewhere out back, no one checks there. [All joking aside, though.] So. We were talkin' explosives.

[He winces a little once the clone's pulled off his helmet.]

Yeesh, what happened to you? You get into a tussle with a boxing spider?

[No wonder the guy looked half-dead when he dragged himself in here. He snaps his fingers as Echo nudges them back on track.]

-right! Yes. Can never be too prepared around here.

[He steps away from the bar and goes to the back, returning with a crate of glass bottles filled with red liquid, strips of cloth sticking out of the tops.]

[Color him mildly impressed. The crate and all of its bottles takes his mind off of the pain for a bit, examining but not yet touching anything.]

You certainly had the time.

[Echo then sniffs, wincing slightly.]

Eh...no. I kind of got into a row with one of ours. [He flexes his fingers, testing them out to see if they'll function normally.] I think.

Any progress on finding where those things are coming from? Taking them out at the source may be our best bet to end it.

I've been trying. Nothing stands out during the day, and every night they look like they're appearing out of thin air.

Maybe someone else might know or have a better idea of where they're all hiding.

Work in progress. Not that we're at a loss for spare time around here.

[He picks up his glass once he's set the crate down, tossing the contents back.]

You think? How hard you get hit?

Appearing out of thin air is impossible. No tracks that lead anywhere?

[He sighs, briefly glancing off screen, before focusing on the screen again.]

If you need an extra pair of eyes...I'm a bounty hunter. Tracking is kinda my thing. [He's just been busy with the whole kid thing.]

I dunno, I'm trying to decide if I'm getting over it or just starting to feel it.

He was short, but he was a hell of a fighter. [Time to test his grip again, this time on the glass that Cayde slid over earlier.] Wouldn't let up even when I said to stand down.

More like too many.

[Although his brow furrows, he nods.]

A fresh set of eyes would be good. You're more than welcome to try and I'd be a fool to turn down that offer.

Okay. So what'd you do that set him off?

[Echo doesn't seem like the sort to make someone mad, unless all that military protocol got in the way. Then maybe...yeah. Okay. Cayde can possibly see it.]

[Echo chuffs into his drink, making sure he doesn't toss it back while inhaling.]

Me? I did nothing. [Cayde is onto something, but the clone mulls over the event, finally swallowing whatever is left before setting the glass down.] He was just...angry. Something was bothering him– driving him crazy. Something he couldn't shut out? In between punches he was holding his head, but that didn't stop him from tackling me to the ground and pulling off my bucket.

[He sighs, letting his shoulders drop slightly while slowly shaking his head.]

Things would've gone a lot differently if I didn't stun him.

[The Exo holds up the bottle in the silent query of whether or not Echo wants a refill.]

...huh. So he's gone crazy.

[Something setting people off now, aside from drawing out giant arachnids? Cayde strokes his chin.]

Good call. Pretty sure people would be upset if you killed any one of ours around here. That's some interesting timing though... But I haven't heard anyone else saying people were going nuts lately.

[An equally silent reply is found in nudging the glass toward Cayde.]

Believe me, it wasn't great seeing him hit the ground. Figuring out what to do after that was also a problem.

But you'd think more people would report abnormalities. Unless everyone's been too busy on their own fronts to say so?

[Reaching out with the bottle, Cayde tips it to pour Echo another glass.]

I think everyone's just been trying to prepare during the day for what happens at night. Days have been mostly quiet though. ...unless...

[He frowns in thought.]

[The refill is appreciated, drawing the glass back his way before taking another sip. Over the rim, the clone glances up at the Exo, noticing the pause.]

...Unless?

[Cayde drums his fingers on the counter, his metal features compressing into a look that suggests something's come to mind and it's not all that pleasant.]

...maybe there are things going on, and we just haven't been noticing as much as when we get overrun by multi-legged critters come nightfall.

[Echo frowns, the glass still in his hand after it meets the countertop.]

How can we, with all of the activity?

[It's not exactly rhetorical, but he's not refuting the Exo's thought.]

[The Exo's horned head tips in a nod at Echo then.]

We're too spread out when it's just us. You notice anything patrolling otherwise? We stick around to our boundaries. Have you checked in with anyone else?

Nothing new aside from additional damage to a few areas. I talked to Mando and he said he'd try tracking them...although I did check in with Jon the other day.

He said he was in the shopping center in the basement level when they appeared the first night. That got him thinking they were coming from someplace further underground.

Underground... Makes sense. They don't seem to be daylight critters.

[Cayde pours himself another glass, glancing towards the water-filled window.]

I guess any of us should've noticed that, but I think relief just took over once I realized we were mostly in the clear.

[After another careful swig, he frowns at the glass. And then he looks back over at the crate of bottles.]

How much damage did you cause to those bugs? Think it'll have the same effect?

[The Exo laughs ruefully.]

We've let our guards down, even when we thought we weren't.

[He tips back the second glass.]

They don't seem to like light. So I think it'll do nicely. And they're definitely not fire-proof.

[Not that much stood up to a shot from his Golden Gun.]

[That answer satisfies him, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smirks. Always note the weak points of your enemies.]

That's part of the plan, then: burn 'em without burning down everything else.

Uuuuh.... Well if that's the case then um, make sure the other part of the plan is to make sure nothing nearby is flammable.

[He laughs, cringing a bit.]

Yeah! Of course. We don't wanna be too reckless.

[The Exo's jaw quirks into a smirk at that.]

Exactly.

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