Lord Saladin: Commander, we've picked up Ahsa's trail deep below Kraken Mare, behind Xivu Arath's battle lines.
Zavala: Understood. The deputy commander, Saint, and I will set up a perimeter to draw the Hive's attention. Then the Guardian can break through unscathed.
Lord Saladin: The Iron War Beasts prepare to support our assault. Say the word.
Zavala: Keep them in reserve until the Guardian has eyes on Ahsa.
Sloane: Daylight's burning, and she's in pain. I can feel it.
Lord Saladin: I'll find you on the field, Sloane. Hit your marks, and we'll get this done. Move out!
Zavala: Fireteam, check in. I've reached my position on the left flank. I've encountered a ritual.
Sloane: I'm setting up on the right. Looks like a smaller ritual site here too.
Saint-14: Pushing toward the commander's position now.
Lord Saladin: My drop pod is deploying to your location, Sloane. Drifter, you're on Tac.
Drifter: Well, all right. Taken energy's spiking up ahead of you, hero.
Sloane: That must be Ahsa—ahh! My arm! Whatever they're doing, it's getting worse. If we're gonna do something about it, now's the time!
Zavala: Guardian, start pushing forward—as soon as Saladin's pod hits ground, we launch our diversion.
Lord Saladin: Pod grounded. I'm in position.
Zavala: Guardians, strike!
Zavala: Fireteam, report! Saint and I hold the left flank.
Saint-14: It is working! We draw them off the Guardian!
Lord Saladin: Enemy reinforcements flooding the right flank! We're holding.
Sloane: This line doesn't fall back.
Drifter: OK, hotshot. It's all you now.
THE COWARD FLESH MUST BURN. YOUR WORM WRITHES IN PAIN, AS MINE IN PLEASURE. COME AND TAKE IT, WARRIORS OF THE SKY.
Drifter: Found the long-girl. Guardian's almost there. Dropping a ping to the fireteam.
Sloane: Taking fire. Repositioning.
Lord Saladin: I've got you!
Saint-14: They are overrunning our position! Zavala!
Zavala: Drop wards and focus fire on their ritualists! No one gets past us!
Sloane: Is that…? Wait… these rituals… they're trying to Take Ahsa!
Drifter: Keep your Taken pants on. I ain't never seen a ritual our walking tank couldn't smash.
Sloane: Don't hesitate, Guardian—she's relying on you.
Drifter: That's a whole lotta magic, and I bet those Wizards are holding the reins. Get in there, and start breaking things!
Xivu Arath: [screams in pain, then laughs]
Drifter: Every Wizard you put in the dirt makes a dent. Plug away, hero!
Sloane: [pants] Ahsa just got a second wind, Guardian—whatever you're doing, keep it up.
Lord Saladin: War Beasts, DEPLOY! You will take that position!
Xivu Arath: CLEVER, WARRIOR OF THE SKY.
Sloane: Hold on, Ahsa! We're coming!
Xivu Arath: THE COWARD FLESH MUST BE TAKEN.
Xivu Arath: [screams, pants, and chuckles]
Drifter: Last one. Long-girl should be home free.
Zavala: Excellent work, Guardian. Fireteam, check in.
Sloane: Down to a sword, but… Hive and Taken forces routed.
Saint-14: They will not run far. So many Titans; we encircle them like impenetrable walls, ha!
Zavala: Clear your zones, and fall back to defensive positions around Ahsa as she swims back to the Arcology.
Lord Saladin: Consider it done. War Beasts, you fought well. Extra rations for all.
Sloane: What's Ahsa's status?
Drifter: I've got an eye on her, and I'm shipping a transmat beacon your way. Hold onto your boots.