Bramen made a few changes to his own equipment while his Ghost was out, switching up his auto-rifle with a light hum. He had a hand cannon he was rather fond of but the auto-rifle would serve him better on this sort of mission, no one never quite knew what to expect on the moon, after all. One needed to be prepared for anything - Fallen and Hive were rampant there. The Hive were pressing further into the center of the moon, allegedly preparing to summon a god of sorts. Who could really say though? Today's task would be on the surface where the Fallen tended to tread. Whatever Dorian was looking for, whatever knowledge he was seeking, hopefully it would serve them well.

It was only a moment later that they found themselves on Bramen's ship, seated in the cockpit. There was enough for the pair of them, seated close together - Bramen's Ghost floating up to connect to the main controls and power source, powering up the ship in full and lifting them off and into orbit. It was seamless and it was efficient, the pair of men feeling weightless for a moment as they ascended higher and higher. The Ghost clicked and made a whirring sound, compensating for the lack of gravity as they went higher and higher.

Bramen finally breathed in, the Ghost pumping oxygen into the chamber for them, adjusting the temperature and gravity accordingly, the Tower soon but a distant memory.

"What do you think you'll find near the colonies?" he asked, turning his head to Dorian finally, tilting it a little. They had some time to relax and brace themselves for their upcoming assignment, the moon not a far distance - but long enough. Enough for a conversation, at the very least.