It wasn't a common occurrence, but it wasn't terribly unusual for there to be a power flux in the city. Lights flickered and a tower-block went out for maybe a minute before back-up generators kicked in and then everything came back on, life continued as normal- if it had paused at all to begin with, without care nor likely concern for whatever might have happened to cause it in the first place.
She had never thought she'd ever be alone again, as the start of every Ghost's journey began. She was one of the lucky ones, a Ghost who had found her Guardian when many others were still seeking theirs, or had died trying. Guardians could lose their Ghosts, the weaker vessel, but it was a rare thing for a Ghost to lose their Guardians. And yet somehow, she had.
Ghosts were said to usually be the opposite of their Guardians in demeanor, all the more emphasizing two parts of the whole that they'd become. Sundance certainly came off as such, much more reserved in words than her Hunter, speaking only when necessary. Still, she possessed as much of a daring streak as Cayde as though he'd rubbed off on her for all the hundreds of years they'd been running around together. Still, she knew better than to think she could do anything on her own.
The words that were transmitted to Tony Stark were underlined with an undeniable tone of urgency, and if she'd been there to say it in person she possibly would have been right in his face. "He's been taken. Assistance requested." The same message was forwarded in text to his tablet, along with coordinates that brooked no time for hesitation.
The location happened to be within the area of the brownout some time ago, just a few levels down from Coruscant's upper crust, nestled down an alley past a slightly questionable marketplace.
Misadventure
She had never thought she'd ever be alone again, as the start of every Ghost's journey began. She was one of the lucky ones, a Ghost who had found her Guardian when many others were still seeking theirs, or had died trying. Guardians could lose their Ghosts, the weaker vessel, but it was a rare thing for a Ghost to lose their Guardians. And yet somehow, she had.
Ghosts were said to usually be the opposite of their Guardians in demeanor, all the more emphasizing two parts of the whole that they'd become. Sundance certainly came off as such, much more reserved in words than her Hunter, speaking only when necessary. Still, she possessed as much of a daring streak as Cayde as though he'd rubbed off on her for all the hundreds of years they'd been running around together. Still, she knew better than to think she could do anything on her own.
The words that were transmitted to Tony Stark were underlined with an undeniable tone of urgency, and if she'd been there to say it in person she possibly would have been right in his face. "He's been taken. Assistance requested." The same message was forwarded in text to his tablet, along with coordinates that brooked no time for hesitation.
The location happened to be within the area of the brownout some time ago, just a few levels down from Coruscant's upper crust, nestled down an alley past a slightly questionable marketplace.