Bramen moved first and Dorian was quick to move after him. He slid on his knees behind his cover and had just plucked the grenade off his belt to arm it when the sky went black.

He peeked carefully over the ridge to watch the Fallen dropship sail overhead and drop its cargo off. More Fallen, of course.

"It's a Warsat," Dorian said softly through the comms, though there was no reason to keep his voice down. "That's why they're amassing like this. They want it and want to keep Guardians away."

This changed everything. The numbers had increased but they still had a better chance to live than to die. There was no Walker. Dorian counted it a good day whenever there was no Walker.

"Can you stealth to the Warsat?" he asked, a little rhetorically. "If you can get in to position on it I will throw a grenade, as planned, but follow it up with heavy rocket fire. Dragon's Breath will clear out a number of them. While they're focused on me, you can pick them off until your blades are charged then dance through the rest of them."

There went their careful cover strategy but they didn't have that luxury anymore. They couldn't let the Warsat end up in Fallen hands. It had too much valuable information for the Tower.