Zavala: Fireteam, this is Operation Fulgurite. Scans have uncovered a rich shelf of Egregore coral at a depth we've yet to explore. So rich, in fact, that it has attracted the attention of a Taken Knight and their minions.
Drifter: And they’re radiating Taken energy, turning our haul rancid.
Sloane: [clears throat]
Drifter: Uh, you don't mind if I take it from here—do ya, Big Blue? Good. We're diving into the dark and robbin' the Taken blind! Woo! Let's be heroes.
Zavala: Indeed.
Sloane: Just so we're clear: disrespect the commander again, I'll hurl you off the Arcology like a shot put.
Drifter: That all it'll take to get you to surface? I'm betting the ocean floor feels like home sweet home now… eh, chief?
Sloane: Deputy Commander.
Drifter: Get swallowed up by anything big while you were out there?
Sloane: [sighs] Not much cover at seafloor. Before Ahsa, they tried.
Drifter: Doesn't sound so bad. Open space, cozy long-girl. How'd you sleep?
Sloane: Like a lamb in power armor—stay on mission! And don't call her that.
Drifter: Thing is… since you strapped on that rig and walked out into the deep, I've been itching to know… you regret it?
Sloane: Worried you couldn't hack it? From what I hear, you're a survivalist.
Drifter: [chuckles] I've run from every damn thing, if that's surviving. But, uh… you commit.
Drifter: [sighs] I'm fixing to commit to something stupid myself—get swept up in a cause. So be real. You regret it?
Sloane: The Vanguard had a file on you. Doesn't paint you as the hero type. YOU might regret it.
Drifter: Well, ain't that the truth?
Sloane: Deploying tsunameter. This whole shelf is contaminated.
Xivu Arath: YOUR VIOLENCE BEARS OFFERINGS: I ACCEPT THEM. SLAY, BE SLAIN, RISE. DRINK, AND LET SPILL. IN THIS STRIFE, YOU ARE HOME.
Sloane: Stop, stop! ENOUGH!
Drifter: Keep it coming. I've seen you run Motes faster than this—pick it up!
Sloane: Guardian, I just tangoed with a massive Taken Knight—clocked 'em, but they're right behind me. I'll keep their attention—wait. They're gone!
Drifter: That Knight's headed your way, hero. Get ready for a showdown.
Sloane: I'm cut off. Give 'em hell, Guardian!
Xivu Arath: KELGORATH, TAKEN FROM BONES, FIGHT FOREVER!
Drifter: Aw, they shoulda kept running! Look at 'em now: they're dead! Ha ha!
Sloane: [pants heavily] Well, if you didn't need the backup, I could have saved myself the leg cramps. [exhales in exhaustion] Let's exfil. Get this back to the long-girl—yes, I like it—and hear what she's got for us.
Drifter: See? It grows on you. Talking with her must be a trip and a half.
Sloane: [chuckles] It's a bit like… wandering out into the dark. You're lost for a minute., but… then your eyes adjust, and you acclimate. Things normalize.
Drifter: One foot in front of the other. Funny how many things work like that.
Sloane: Ain't that the truth.