![]() Aunor stowed her datapad back in her cloak. "She tortured her own teammates too?" Ikora nodded. "When they tried to intervene…" she trailed off. "According to her fireteam, she wanted to know how Eramis accessed the Darkness. "Fallen civilians fleeing the House of Salvation," Ikora supplied, her voice grave. Prolonged and intentional torture?" She looked up questioningly. ![]() ![]() ![]() "Disobeying orders, trading Vanguard secrets… Pretty standard. She took it out, reading as she scrolled. "We've received word of another tainted Guardian in our ranks." Within her cloak, Aunor's pad dinged. Not a condemnation of anyone else." "You don't need to butter me up before a bad job, Ikora." Ikora sighed, then tapped her datapad. "Is that so?" "I mean that as a compliment to you. There aren't many I can trust with an assignment like this." Ikora gestured towards a seat. ![]() I thought I was being summoned for a 'matter of grave importance. Her irritation was softened slightly, when Ikora looked up from her writing with a smile. How the others could stand it, she had no idea. Even in a room without doors, well away from the dank Annex basement, she could still smell the Drifter's sulfuric odor. Aunor was in a sour mood when she transmatted into Ikora's personal library. ![]()
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