See, what you need for something like this to be successful is someone who is both able and willing to climb in through a window on a moving train, and someone who is capable of invisibility. Cayde's got plenty of all of that in spades.
So if you're a hostage, you might get the benefit of a slight shift of light, a little shiver like a heatwave, before the window slides open and a moment later there's a cloaked Exo looking around with what can only be described as a smug smile. He holds his arms out wide.
"Anybody call for a rescue?"
Diverting the Train
This was absolutely Cayde's jam. This is what he missed, cooped up in the Tower, sending other Guardians out to do all the fun stuff. It's with a whoop of excitement that he leaps from the train onto one of the hover-cycles. He perches on the back, one hand grabbing the edge of the seat for balance, and then grabs the driver by the shirt collar, and yanks him off the bike before he has a chance to react.
He slips smoothly into the driver's seat, the hover-cycle fishtailing slightly before he's able to get it back under control. Now it's just a matter of --
"Shit." A shot fizzes by his head, and he jerks the bike to the side, then curls his head to the side to check his six, just narrowly missing another hit. "Yeah hey, anybody wanna ride bitch? I could use some coverfire."
Cayde-6 | Destiny
See, what you need for something like this to be successful is someone who is both able and willing to climb in through a window on a moving train, and someone who is capable of invisibility. Cayde's got plenty of all of that in spades.
So if you're a hostage, you might get the benefit of a slight shift of light, a little shiver like a heatwave, before the window slides open and a moment later there's a cloaked Exo looking around with what can only be described as a smug smile. He holds his arms out wide.
"Anybody call for a rescue?"
Diverting the Train
This was absolutely Cayde's jam. This is what he missed, cooped up in the Tower, sending other Guardians out to do all the fun stuff. It's with a whoop of excitement that he leaps from the train onto one of the hover-cycles. He perches on the back, one hand grabbing the edge of the seat for balance, and then grabs the driver by the shirt collar, and yanks him off the bike before he has a chance to react.
He slips smoothly into the driver's seat, the hover-cycle fishtailing slightly before he's able to get it back under control. Now it's just a matter of --
"Shit." A shot fizzes by his head, and he jerks the bike to the side, then curls his head to the side to check his six, just narrowly missing another hit. "Yeah hey, anybody wanna ride bitch? I could use some coverfire."