"Just try to keep it together." Nora insisted back to her packmate, "Akaan can be kinda hardcore." 

The Titan didn't hear the Hunter charter though, he didn't even realize it had happened. He was a Titan after all. He reached back and retrieved his assault rifle in response to Jane's suggestion. "Lead the way then." He prompted, shouldering toward the inner part of the ketch. 

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Viktoria stood, silent and unmoving at the edge of the hull breach of the Dreadnaught. The Taken King was dead. But she could still feel the mark he had left on her light. She shuddered, convulsing into an awkward position with her arms both contracting and trying to extend at the same time, only to snap back to standing straight a split second later. Her armor glowed as the taken did, especially a singular point of light emanating from her visor. Normal plating and fabric mad her uncomfortable and nervous. She was about to radio in with Akaan when a Cabal shell detonated at her feet. It threw her up and to the side, landing her in a mound of bone and ash. There was a roar that resonated metallically as the legionary celebrated, but it was cut short as she snapped upward, shuddered, and drew her dreadfang nice and slow. [@Lunar]