Andoran sighed and clicked a button. "The tracking is off." He worked for the Vanguard, but didn't always agree with them, especially Zavala. Always defending and never conquering. Iris shared the same thoughts he did. He was grateful for getting along well with his ghost. Some guardians don't.

Before touching down, Andoran checked out his weapons and armor. He decided to switch to Black Talon along with a fusion rifle and pulse rifle. That should be decent set up. He kept his Skull though. He looked to Iris and they both nodded, bracing for entry into Nessus and transmat.

Emrys looked out over nessus as they decended. It was pretty but nothing compared to the Dreaming City. He was equipped with some basic gear and a couple of sidearms with two hand cannons stowed with his hidden arms. "I won't say a word unless you say." He acknowledged as they descended. "I need to upgrade my gear at some point as well. Don't think these things are going to stand up to much longer." Of the sidarms he carried one was beaten to hell. "Recommend anyone?" He waited to hear what ever they had to say.

Crow led Andoran through the narrow weaving canyons, descending lower as the trees began to thicken.

"There might be some opportunities to trade, and you may just happen to come across some new gear." She said "Never know what Cratix has in stock 'til I get there."

As they finally reached a clearing, she deployed the ship's landing gear and hovered down to the alien forest floor. Once touched down, Pidge transmatted them out and she pulled her helmet back on.

"We continue on foot from here. And don't worry about the ships, they're perfectly safe here." She said, stepping off with silent footfalls into the dense forest.

Anodoran transmatted out, weapons and armor ready. Iris was already in his backpack. He looked up at the trees with their red leaves and giant, twisting trunks and branches. Birds, or something with wings, flew overhead. The vex were close to completely machinoforming this centaur, but then the Red War happened. Guardians, Cabal and Fallen came, and then Ghaul put a complete stop to it.

Andoran stopped with his daydreaming and continued, following Crow.

Emrys frowned but started after the two of them. Titania linked to his mind began saying something to him but he was thinking about other things. It was starting to get harder to remember his past. The research and things he did before becoming an exo. What was happening? Was this normal? The other two acted as if it was but maybe something was going on. "...so that's why we need to be on the look out." Said Titania finally. "I'm sorry?" She hmphed and sighed. "Your mind is always busy. How am I supposed to talk to you and work with you when you don't give me any room to do so?" He frowned again. "I'm sorry Titania. I am forgetting things now. I know how I came to be be I'm forgetting my awoken life. It's....unnerving." after that she didn't say anything but was quietly thinking of new plans.

Crow continued on, weaving through the alien foliage, and despite being on a planetoid infested with Vex and Cabal, her weapons stayed holstered. Cratix kept his neck of the woods clear of anything that wasn't his crew, so the worst thing they would encounter was the thick underbrush. The further in they went, it became obvious they were not alone, yet Crow still stayed calm.

"Don't spook, they aren't here to harm us so long as you keep cool." She said nonchalantly as six Fallen Dregs and Wretches emerged from the forest, flanking them as they chattered among each other. They were clearly off put by her unannounced tag-alongs, in a tizzy about what their boss' reaction would be. They eventually made their way out into a clearing that gave way to a great canyon wall, complete with a cascading waterfall crashing down into a flowing stream. Crow walked ahead toward the waterfall that masked the entrance to the hideout. Before she could close the gap, a human emerged from behind the waterfall with two vandals and a Cabal war beast on a chain, straining against it as it snapped and snarled at them.

"You got a lot of nerve disrespecting the boss' generosity to ya like this, exo." The human spat on the ground, and as his ghost floated into view it became clear he was a rogue light bearer. Crow snorted, folding her arms as watched him through her helmet.

"Oh, bite me Jack. They're harmless. You think I'd be so dumb as to bring a threat to Cratix?" She retorted "Please, you insult me."

He sneered, yanking back on the warbeast's chain as it struggled to go after them

"Maybe so, but you know the rules, Crow-"

"You bet your ass I do, now move so I can deliver the product to your boss and get my money." She cut him off, and he narrowed his eyes to stare her down before chuckling darkly.

"Fine, fine. Your funeral." He said, turning to stalk back inside with the warbeast and Vandals.

"He's so full of shit, jeez." She mumbled under her breath, raising her hand to beckon the other two forward. The cloaking device on the entrance fizzled out and as they walked in to the cave the bustle of activity came to life. Humans, Exos, Awoken, Eliksni, and even a few Cabal, were scattered about, drinking or working in the smuggler's halls. No one wore any identifying colors or marks of allegiance, but they were a colorful lot nontheless. As they continued in it elicited stares from the occupants, some sinister mutterings floating through the crowd.

"Just ignore them and remember what I said." Crow said over her shoulder, taking Pidge and tucking him in the folds of her cloak.

Andoran trailed behind Crow, careful not to be too far behind. He scanned everything and everyone on his way in, eyes moving from one thing to the next. Iris was inside him doing the same thing. Most likely, she was also running every sort of scan she could without being detected. It wasn't that he didn't trust the people here, he didn't, it was just what a Warlock did. Always scanning, always learning.

He wondered what drew each individual to this life. To relinquish ties to whatever they had before and turn to smuggling or whatever jobs this Cratix doled out. He wasn't the first person to have control of a gang, or whatever they wanted to call themselves. Andoran knew of a few others in the system. Though, most stuck to beyond the Belt. They were in lawless frontier now. He wondered if Failsafe knew about Cratix.

Emrys kept quite and followed Crow. He knew that in New territory he couldn't start trouble or it would end badly but he also wanted to learn more. He would have to remember at some point to get am ocular upgrade so he could read people. Was that a thing now? Could Exos be upgraded or was it something one could even do? He suspected that things were a bit more complicated, but in the end he was going to try. After all he did install two extra arms on this body but that was before he became a guardian or an exo.

The hall narrowed into a slim corridor that only allowed for a single file. Crow kept to the front, leading the way away from the noisy and boisterous crowds. A few twists and turns and it opened back up to a dim room, quiet save for the few Eliksni chattering amongst themselves. In the center was a great table with papers and data feeds spread over it, and a towering Eliksni stooped over them with his four arms places palm down. Beside him a huge, grizzled warbeast slumbered until the less silent footsteps of Crow's companions woke it and it lifted its scarred head to let out a deep growl. The Eliksni looked up as well, and his luminous eyes narrowed.

"You bring me unknown visitors." He rumbled, drawing up to his full height. Crow held up her hands non threateningly, the pouch with his coveted datalink already in hand.

"Relax, Cratix, they're friendly. I made sure of it." She said diplomatically, tossing the pouch on his table. He scooped it up immediately, and once distracted with it she reached into another one of her pouches for what appeared to be a hunk of meat. She tossed it into the snapping maw of the warbeast, and it settled down with a satisfied growl once more. Cratix inspected his product before peering back up at the two guardians and their odd four armed exo, studying them closely.

"And Vanguard still not knowing of me, yes...?" He left the question opened ended, staring down Andoran and Emrys with what was most certainly not a friendly look

Anodran slightly shifted his weight around. He wasn't used to be scrutinized, especially when it wasn't him leading the conversation. He wondered if he should say something or keep quiet. Instead he scanned the room. Nothing really to take note of, other than what was on the table. Andoran kept his eyes on Cratix while trying to take peaks of what was written on the table without being noticed.

Emrys sighed as things seemed to be going well and looked at Cratix as he did. "I don't support the vanguard, no. Your secrets whatever they be are safe with me. Particularly I would like to ask what getting a ship from you would cost?" Emrys let the question hang in the air to see if it would even be answered.