Destiny: Last Lights (IC/Open)

by **The Warriors of the Sun** » Wed Oct 07, 2015 5:10 pm

Destiny: Last Lights

"I was born the moment the Traveler died as everything collapsed around us. Before that day there had never been a Ghost, there had never been a Guardian. I don't know much about the Traveller, but I know it made me to bring you back. And I spent a really, really long time searching for you...As I saw the other Ghosts find their Guardians and the centuries went by I wondered if I would ever find you, and then I did..."
-A Ghost

Centuries ago man came across a celestial being traveling space known as The Traveller. The Traveller uplifted humanity, bringing forth a golden age that brought forth all sorts of technological miracles. Man built travelled to others planets and were not only able to live on these planets, but able to thrive. Jungles were grown on Venus and great cities were built upon Mars and Venus. But this golden age had an expiration, an enemy simply referred to as the Darkness sought to destroy The Traveller.

At first, the Fallen came to edges of our Universe, but they were held back by man along with their creations, the War Minds and Exos. But soon after the Darkness arrived and slaughtered billions of human lives brings humanity's Golden Age to a crashing halt. Much knowledge and technology from the age was forever lost and buried beneath the sands of time during this event. The Traveller intervened and went dormant in an attempt to save humanity that has so far worked. In its dormant state it has sent agents known as Ghosts to seek out those who would wield light to fight The Darkness.

However, other foes arose as well. The Cabal Empire sent massive legions who quickly invaded and occupied Mars. The Fallen arrived in greater numbers and conquered vast amounts of Earth, Venus, and even Earth's moon. The Hive came and occupied the Moon, waiting with their lord, Crota for some unknown reason. And the Vex originally docile and dormant have become hostile and aggressive waging war upon The Fallen and The Cabal on both Mars and Venus.

Humanity has been pushed back to a single city under the shadow of the dormant Traveller. The foes of humanity advancing upon them and gaining ground with each day. The light of The Traveller is fading and it is up to those guardians who remain to turn the tide or at least hope that they can hold it back.

by **USRK** » Wed Oct 07, 2015 5:33 pm

Point A106, B409. 1.2 Kilometers outside the City.

A single small light drifts among the darkness of a shadow, searching. A scrape off to the right and the light twitches, hiding behind a crate. Little known to the light it was being watched by an intelligence, an intelligence that was primitive compared to it, but the intelligence was still crafty. The light floated just above the crate to look out over the narrow alley. Suddenly the crate exploded open and and a hand grabbed the light. The intelligence the hand belonged to laughed.

"Owl! Don't do that to me!" Screeched Fox, Owl's ghost. Owl only laughed more. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I couldn't resist." The guardian stood back up to his full height, which he rarely did, and let the ghost go. He turn the same way as the ghost, staring at the light reflected off a huge orb in the sky that was too big and too smooth to be the moon. "We're home again, Fox. Finally."

by **The Republic of Atria** » Wed Oct 07, 2015 5:43 pm

Alex hadn't left his workshop in the Cosmodrome in close to three days. He was busy working with the scrapped Vex he and Flint recovered from Mars. Figuring out Vex technology was nothing short of almost impossible. He didn't have anywhere close to the equipment required to do any actual research. So he was making due with firing their weapons and trying to figure out how they did it without the use of magazines. Though he still hadn't figured out how, he had figured out enough to start building a weapon that, in theory, didn't explode in his face. "Robert! Take a note. Log... Which log am I on? I lost count."

"Thirty seven."

"Log Thirty seven! I haven't slept in... A long ass time. It's easier to have Robert rez me after a quick cranial shot. Not the point. Robert will be retreating to a safe distance while I make attempt number forty two on this photon based rifle. In theory, this time I should not be reduced to sub atomic particles. Again." He said as his ghost recorded him walking over to his firing range. Which consisted of a disabled Vex Goblin on the end of a hallway. "Alright! Robert is at the safe distance. Don't miss it!"

"I won't." He reassured Alex as he took aim, and fired the rifle down range. The round knocked the Vex's head clean off, continued to the end of range, bounce across the wall several times and wound up hitting Alex in the shoulder. Alex fell to the ground gripping his shoulder in pain, but laughing like a mad man.

"It worked! IT WORKED!" He cackled as Robert fixed his shoulder. "Robert! Take a message. Send it to Flint! Start now. FLINT! FLINT! I told you I could do it! I did it! I reverse engineered some Vex crap! And before you say anything, I didn't die because of it this time! I shot myself in the shoulder, but that's because of something else semi-unrelated. Anyways. Get your ass down here and admire my technological prowess! They send it couldn't be done! Called me crazy!"

"They weren't too far from the truth..."

"Shut up Robert."

by **The Greater Dutch Republic** » Wed Oct 07, 2015 6:53 pm

"Well fer the love of God, lass, talk a wee bit! We ain't in a firefight, you can speak up, can't ye? I dunno remember takin' out your voice box!". Ingrid sighed. "You know I don't have one. And enough with the Scottish accent. It's getting annoying". Sophia gasped. "It talks! So you do have a voice! And I like the Scottish accent!". Ingrid sighed. "Okay. Just try not to. Oh, and by the way, we kinda ARE in a firefight". As she said that, two Dregs rounded the corner, getting a face full of shotgun. Ingrid winced as Sophia rammed her shotgun down a Dreg's throat and blew off his head. A Vandal rounded the corner only to get a full magazine lodged in his chest courtesy of Sophia's Assault Rifle. With a roar, a Captain charged at her, swinging its weapon around. Sophia looked at Ingrid, who shook up and down in what could be perceived as a yes nod. Sophia rounded the corner and pulled out her Machine Gun, roaring in fury as she let loose a hail of death. The Captain roared back as he charged at her while getting shot, and Ingrid's eye widened in shock. Sophia threw the machine gun at the captain, knocking him off balance. While he was distracted and dissillusioned, she pulled out a shotgun, put it underneath his neck, and said one last thing to him: "This is MY world! YOU are NOT welcome on MY world!". The shotgun went off, splattering fallen brain on the ceiling. Ingrid sighed. Sophia looked at her. "Can I say it? Please?". Ingrid sighed again. "...fine". Sophia looked at the Captain's dead, scattered remains. "Oh, they're gonna have to glue you back together... IN HELL!".

by **Servinta** » Wed Oct 07, 2015 8:22 pm

Hour five and Greg was still sitting in the same bar, drinking the same brand he had been for the whole night, Svodkin Vodka.The drink was terrible and the bite from the alcohol was close to kerosene levels of undrinkable.But he liked the warm feeling the drink gave him with every downing he took, he like the feeling of easy movement in his limbs, and he liked to forget what he couldn't remember.

He had came in with a group of Guardians from the evenings mandatory Future War Cult meeting that had been held to discuss the latest activities of the cult and its members.It had been a productive and comradely filled evening at the meeting with most of the guardians in attendance cheering with each accomplishment credited to the whole origination announced, awards and trophies handed out, then the names of the recently fallen brothers and sisters of the cult.The obituaries were few as those who were part of the organization had were battle tested and survivors of terrible odds, but the few who were lost were still mourned then quickly glorified as martyrs for the cause.

Gregory didn't know most of them, and he didn't particularly care for the lost Awoken and Exo's who died as much he did for the humans and one of his friends and flame from an old fire team, Natasha.She had apparently been lost to hive activity on the moon during an unsanctioned operation there gone wrong resulting in three lives extinguished from the light and another two injured severly.Whatever the circumstances of her passing he only knew one thing, that yet another thing he loved was lost because of the alien scum.

Still brewing his hatred for everything other than the perfection that Natasha and humanity in general had been, he drank long after his friends had left and did so till he was drunk beyond reason.In his state he couldn't feel the pain of loss, the sorrow for his love, the only emotion he could muster was rage fueled by the fumes of this drink.

He sat on the couch surrounded by other guardians who were either hanging out with friends before another mission or were just relaxing after a mission accomplished with their teams to recall the days events.Most of them were joyfully and happily retelling stories of heated combat or were enthralling their listeners with tales of treasure and weapons of lore and myth, some were like him and simply sat quietly soaking in their mixed emotions along with the bars lively atmosphere.

Suddenly an Exo bearing a distinct sash bearing the dead orbit colors of bull grey and white brushed past Greg, causing him to lose his already loose grip on the bottle in his hand and spill it all over his armour.The Exo didn't seem to notice as he rushed past and headed for the exit, seemingly in a hurry to leave the place.

"Watch where your going bucket head!" Gregory blurted out as he stood up and pointed an angry finger at the machine.

"Excuse me!?" The Exo seemed legitimately surprised but sensed Greg singling him out immediately and turned back to face his accuser, sash flowing lightly as he spun around.

"Ohhhh sorry, your sound sensors must be as bad as your eyes are because you must not have heard me after you pushed me.I said WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING YOU USELESS BUCKET HEADED POCKET WATCH!" Gregory managed to piece together the sentence and insult with sheer will and bravado.

"Your intoxicated far beyond the recommended levels human!" The Exo could tell this from just looking at Gregory, along with everyone elses who even smelt the alcohol thick air around him from his breath.

"Excuse me!?" Greg asked in an exaggerated gesture as he cupped his ear.

" I said ... " *STATIC AND ROBOTIC PARTS BREAKING* The Exo didn't get to finish its explanation as it was punched right in the jaw by an unexpectedly quick uppercut from Greg, whos hunter reflexes were still dangerous even when inebriated.

"Oww, traveler that hurt!" Greg cursed as he retracted his hand back in pain as he felt the shock wave of his flesh and bone hand contact the metal man's face with force behind it.

"Hey YOU!" Were the last words Greg heard before another titan Exo emerged out of the crowded bar crowd that had enveloped the two arguing Guardians, followed shortly by a sudden jolt to his head and then the slow but inevitable collapse into the blackness of unconsciousness.

The night was over for Gregory, and with a combination of drinks and blunt force trauma to the head he would likely forget most of it anyways.The only thing assured now was that when and if he did wake up the next morning, he would not enjoy it.

by **Demis Puppet** » Wed Oct 07, 2015 8:30 pm

As usual, Prophet was alone out in the field. The only noise was the occasional voice of her Ghost in her head. She'd been waiting for three days in this very spot. Luckily, as an Exo, she didn't have bodily functions or require sleep like a human would. This allowed her extended stakeouts, like the one she was on now. She had received word that a Fallen Captain was going to be coming through here, supposedly a high ranking one. By nature, intel was spotty at best, and as the situation worsened so did the ability to recon ahead for missions. If nothing happened by the end of the week, she would chalk this up to intel failure and go back to the City. She stayed motionless in her makeshift sniper nest, her eye peering through the rifle's scope every so often to check for movement. Maybe we should go out there and pretend to look for something else. We never seem to have any problem finding Fallen when we don't want to. Spectre said in Prophet's helmet. Ok wise guy, how about you go out there and draw them out, and I'll shoot them when they rip you open. she thought. No, I think I'm good just waiting here. Gives me time to check my email. Ooh look I'm the millionth visitor. he said. You don't even have an email. Prophet thought. It was a joke. Come on, I thought we talked about this, you need to lighten up. Prophet didn't respond to him, but groaned internally. She didn't have time to joke around. This was a mission, and she took missions very seriously. She peered through her glass again, looking for any sign of the Fallen or their Captain. Again, she saw nothing, and waited more.

by **Protestant England and Germany** » Wed Oct 07, 2015 8:44 pm

it had been two days since Karthus locked himself away in his room. "I doubt this is helping." He grumbled as Faust surveyed his work. "No, no, you are doing well, I have a good feeling with this one." Karthus shot a look of "If I didn't need you, you'd be dead". "You said that about the last five as well." Faust hovered just out of reach. "I really think you have it captured this time. Though I must admit, You standing on the heads of dead Vex is...you." Karthus gave a twisted smile. "Just thought I should add a little bit of me to my "master piece"." Faust was worried. Karthus was in here for two days and he hadn't have taken any time for a mission or even just to walk around the Cosmodrom, blowing stuff up for the hell of it. "You really should get out and kill something. It has been two days, at least go to the Cosmodrom and kill the Fallen." Karthus just grunted. "I will go when I finish up here."

by **The Templar High Council** » Wed Oct 07, 2015 9:36 pm

Sitting on one of The Tower's many balconies, the Exo known as Flint reminisced about the past. His past. It wasn't too long ago that he was on Mars, but it had been a long time since life was so easy. Easy being a relative term, of course. Nothing was ever easy being a Guardian, but some instances were... easier than others.

Take four months ago for example. Back then, Flint was doing his part for The City on Mars, combating the Cabal incursion into the Sol system. Fighting those Space Rhinos... it made since. They think and fight like we do. It's easier to fight when you understand. But the stuff I've seen since returning to Earth... that doesn't make sense. Flint looked behind him, his modest living space in the tower filled with remnants of the Red Planet. In particular, the shield of a Cabal Phalanx, inscribed with the names of all of the members of the Dunestriders; the nickname given to Guardians spending most of their time serving on Mars. There was Hayate, human hunter with a gift for sniping greater than any Flint had ever seen; Julia, an awoken warlock who spent most of her time researching whatever artifacts his brothers and sisters recovered, yet still finding time to throw some Void at their enemies; Keren-12, Nikolai, Duren... and Reva, as well as Flint and many more. The Dunestriders got a new shield every time one of their own was reassigned. The latest name, the reason he was back on Earth, the one Flint regretted the most, and delegated to the lower edge of the shield, was etched into the armor by way of laser. It read: "Alexander R.T: PSYCHO."

He sighed. Alex wasn't a terrible human, but he was too... eccentric. That's the nice term for it. But it wasn't him Flint was interested in; it was more his research. Reva told him he should get out more, go see what happened back home for him. Also do something for himself, instead of fighting for the greater good all day and night. "A man has never done much good if all he does is work." Flint chuckled, remembering the last words Reva said to him, outside of "Goodbye, old friend."

"Flint!" Leo came floating in, the Ghost covered in a blue spiked shell he received as a gift from Shaxx. "I just received a message from Robert, Alex's ghost. Would you like to hear it now?"

"I guess so." Flint braced himself for another series of explosions to come from Leo's speakers.

The Republic of Atria wrote:"FLINT! FLINT! I told you I could do it! I did it! I reverse engineered some Vex crap! And before you say anything, I didn't die because of it this time! I shot myself in the shoulder, but that's because of something else semi-unrelated. Anyways. Get your ass down here and admire my technological prowess! They send it couldn't be done! Called me crazy!"

"They weren't too far from the truth..."

"Shut up Robert."

Flint sighed. From an Exo, all it sounded like was the hiss of steam escaping a vent. "I suppose I should check in on him once in a while, just to make sure he doesn't kill himself."

"I agree." Leo happily blinked, as the duo set out from The Tower to Alex's... workshop...

Inside Alex's unusual abode, Flint entered unarmed with Leo by his side. "Alex. Robert. Good to see you guys after... last time." Oh, last time. Ever a tenuous time with the somewhat-insane Warlock. Once upon a Last Time, Alex managed to get himself sent 3 hours into the future uncontrollably. It required a lot of portals, as well as duct tape and bullets, in order to tie him to this time long enough to fix himself. This time, however, it sounded like Alex hadn't broken something while experimenting. Except, of course, his shoulder.

by **The Republic of Atria** » Thu Oct 08, 2015 6:42 am

"This is even better than when I time traveled! That was something..." He said. "I'm like... ninety two percent sure this won't end up with me being sent to an alternate timeline. Again."

"Your life is a roller coaster that goes down and only down. And as for your guess... It seems your weapon is actually stable, at least according to my scans. I'm starting to believe that you can actually make stuff that doesn't make you explode." Robert replied.

"And the Vanguard told me it was a waste of time. Results Robert! I'm gonna save Earth! Once I figure out how the Vex do their space time nonsense, and do it myself. BOOM. We just erase the Cabal, or Fallen, or whoever the hell is in my way from existence! Problem solved."

"Are you really certain that you of all people could be trusted with that kind of power?"

"Hey! No one else is researching Vex crap to save the planet. Nope, it's only me. SOMEONE has to do it. That, of course, falls to me. By the way, I know every time we come here we have to shoo away the Fallen. And it seems like they're getting more aggressive. Might have to deal with that sometime in the near futur- FLINT! Check it out!" He shouted demonstrating his completed rifle. "It took blood, sweat, tears, and more blood, but did it! It compresses packets of photons and fires them just like a bullet! In English, it shoots freaking lasers! It's a start. Oh! I didn't even tell you the best part!"

"I don't think you should fire that thing in here again."

"Ppppffftt." He dismissed his ghost's suggestion, aimed the weapon down his makeshift firing range and pulled the trigger. The blue packet of light shot down the range, hit the Goblin center mass, continued, bounced right and hit him in the forehead. Robert sighed and a quick revive later, Alex didn't skip a beat, as soon as Robert had broguht him back he kept right on talking. "See?! It bounces off of stuff! You can't tell me that it's not freakin' cool."

"You could try not using that thing in here. You've already shot yourself twice."

"...Fine. What's up Flint?"

by **The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness** » Thu Oct 08, 2015 8:09 am

The view remained staggering. Below her lay the City, apparently the last of its kind, the only safe haven that remained, under a constant threat from outside. And from the warring factions within. The Awoken looked behind her, towards her Ghost, Pjotr. "So, you never told me why you did pick me, did you? I mean, out of all the dead people you could've brought back." The Ghost made some sort of mechanical-sounding noise, before responding. "No." Emilia sighed as she climbed off the railing she had been sitting on, back onto the balcony of her - rather small - accommodations in the Tower. She'd definitely hoped for more of an answer to that question. "So, if I tear you open, do I find some sort of storage device on which the answer to my question can be found?" Again, the same blurt came from the floating device. "No."

Stepping back inside, the Awoken brushed her hand along the banner that hung from her wall, proudly displaying the heraldry of the New Monarchy. Emilia had little in the way of personal belongings, and the red piece of cloth was one of those few things that were actually hers. In a corner of the room, near her bed, hung her weapons, next to an armor stand on which her armor stood displayed, the bright colors contrasting with the grey of the room's walls. "I should probably go see if there's any new bounties out there, maybe check up with Executor Hideo, see if he has anything new." she told her Ghost as she walked towards the armor, Pjotr loyally following. Suiting up and making sure she had all of her weapons with her, Emilia went outside, towards the tower courtyard, quietly walking, looking at the figures she passed - a lot less Guardians than before, she recalled somewhat saddened.

Arriving at the Bounty Tracker, Xander 99-40, the Awoken began looking through some of the active bounties. Nothing that really interested her, unfortunately, although one particular bounty caught her eye, causing Emilia to turn around to face her Ghost. "So, Pjotr, interested in taking down Rasputin, that ancient Warmind?" The regular short, mechanical blurt. "No." Emilia chuckled as she walked off to the center of the courtyard. "You're very predictable, you know that?"

by **The Greater Dutch Republic** » Thu Oct 08, 2015 9:47 am

The ship rocketed through the atmosphere of Earth before slowing down as it arrived at the last bastion of humanity, the Last City. Sophia always wondered what the city's name had been before the war, or if it existed at all before the war. She knew it was in former Russia, that much was obvious. Looking at the Traveler and the City from space made that obvious. But what had happened to Earth's older cities? She longer to obtain permission to go and visit America, the last country to fall to the Darkness. She wanted to visit Canada, where her great grandmother had been born, and Sweden, where her great grandfather was from. Unfortunatly, her Area if Operation was restricted to Old Russia. Docking her ship and getting out, she went straight to her room, pulling off her armor and jumping into bed. Ingrid sighed. "Sophia, it's still daytime. Why are you sleeping?". Sophia turned over and glared at her. "Because I'm Human. I need my bedrest, and for Christ's sake I just fought a horde of Fallen. Gimme a break, Ingrid. You have fun exploring". Ingrid frowned. Internally, because she didn't have a mouth to physically frown with. Phasing through the door, she left Sophia to sleep as she wandered through the tower. She arrived at the top of the tower in time to hear an Awoken Guardian talking about Rasputin. Following her, she said "I wouldn't recommend that. No ones been able to find Rasputin yet, and even if you did, Rasputin is a highly sophisticated warmind. It's defenses would tear you apart, not to mention all the Fallen that are searching for the legendary warmind. It's suicide without another Guardian. Or two."

by **The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness** » Thu Oct 08, 2015 10:02 am

"No shit." Emilia turned around to see who had addressed her, her own Ghost moving with her in kind. Of course she wasn't planning in going after the ancient Warmind - that was, as the voice had said, pretty much akin to committing suicide. "Question is, somebody put a bounty on the poor bugger, but who?" The Awoken noticed that no one stood behind her, and frowned. Rather, there was another Ghost. Huh? "Uhh... did you say that? Where's your Guardian..?" She paused, carefully picking her next words, not wishing to offend whomever this Ghost was, and who they 'belonged' with. "I mean, not to be rude, but... shouldn't you be with them? Do I know you from something, or..? Who is your Guardian?"

by **The Templar High Council** » Thu Oct 08, 2015 10:40 am

The Republic of Atria wrote:"This is even better than when I time traveled! That was something..." He said. "I'm like... ninety two percent sure this won't end up with me being sent to an alternate timeline. Again."

"Your life is a roller coaster that goes down and only down. And as for your guess... It seems your weapon is actually stable, at least according to my scans. I'm starting to believe that you can actually make stuff that doesn't make you explode." Robert replied.

"And the Vanguard told me it was a waste of time. Results Robert! I'm gonna save Earth! Once I figure out how the Vex do their space time nonsense, and do it myself. BOOM. We just erase the Cabal, or Fallen, or whoever the hell is in my way from existence! Problem solved."

"Are you really certain that you of all people could be trusted with that kind of power?"

"Hey! No one else is researching Vex crap to save the planet. Nope, it's only me. SOMEONE has to do it. That, of course, falls to me. By the way, I know every time we come here we have to shoo away the Fallen. And it seems like they're getting more aggressive. Might have to deal with that sometime in the near futur- FLINT! Check it out!" He shouted demonstrating his completed rifle. "It took blood, sweat, tears, and more blood, but did it! It compresses packets of photons and fires them just like a bullet! In English, it shoots freaking lasers! It's a start. Oh! I didn't even tell you the best part!"

"I don't think you should fire that thing in here again."

"Ppppffftt." He dismissed his ghost's suggestion, aimed the weapon down his makeshift firing range and pulled the trigger. The blue packet of light shot down the range, hit the Goblin center mass, continued, bounced right and hit him in the forehead. Robert sighed and a quick revive later, Alex didn't skip a beat, as soon as Robert had brought him back he kept right on talking. "See?! It bounces off of stuff! You can't tell me that it's not freakin' cool."

"You could try not using that thing in here. You've already shot yourself twice."

"...Fine. What's up Flint?"

Flint could do nothing besides watch Alex demonstrate his new monstrosity. He couldn't believe how reckless and utterly insane he actually was. "That's... fantastic." He murmured, looking around the disheveled workshop. "Alright, I'll bite, what did you do to create that? Compressed photons... so it shoots light? Physical, tangible, hard light?" He had to admit though, Flint was intrigued by the gun. "Question though: why does it go through the Vex, but stops when it hits you? Does the light just... die?"

by **Kingdom of Irhk** » Thu Oct 08, 2015 10:59 am

Anubis was at his ship,reading some books salvaged from Ishtar Academy.

"-Ghost,record.

It seems that more research is needed on the subjects that were studied in Venus,seeing that most of the books in the Academy are heavily damaged by the conflicts between the Fallen and the Vex in the planet. There are pages containing information on the common life,routine of the Academy,mentions of starting and completed researches,but nothing that could prove useful for restoration of older knowledge. Ghost,stop the recording.

-Stopped.

-Thanks. Put the ship in route to the Tower,I need to put this info in my safe storage."

After reaching the Tower,Anubis quickly made his way to his quarters,storaging the info on a device kept on his closet. He walked to the Tower atrium,seeking to take on contracts. He saw two Guardians discussing about the contracts,until he heard the word Rasputin.

"Rasputin? The Warmind? Who issued a contract on him? It's insanity. Getting close to him it's impossible."

by **USRK** » Thu Oct 08, 2015 12:35 pm

The guardian nicknamed Owl set a waterproofed notebook (aka a notebook covered in plastic) on a rock and then continued on his journey. Another guardian would find it and bring it back to the city, where Dead Orbit would get the supplies listed on the first page and bring it to a different location where Owl would pick up the supplies a go on his next expedition. The whole process took between a week to three weeks depending on the price, size, and availability of the supplies Owl asked for. Everything on the list this time is small and easy to find. I'll check on the drop-off location every other day Owl thought to himself.

Fox floated up next to Owl. "I've always wondered, but why don't you ever go into the city Thomas?"
"Why the sudden change to my real name?" Owl asked back.
"Oh right, you prefer a nicknames."
"It's a sign of friendship."
"You haven't answered my question"
"Eah...I just don't like large crowds. Plus everything feels so closed in there."
"Says the man why willingly climbs into caves barely larger than his head."
"That's different."
"Uh huh." Fox floated ahead of Owl, knowing that he wasn't going to say any more to her. He was normally a man of few words, unless of course you got on the right subject, then he wouldn't shut up. Meanwhile, Owl was stewing over Fox's question. Why don't I like the City? I don't mind people, I think. He knew the answer of course. It was because everything there was so new and shiny. And metallic. He didn't like metallic stuff, it shines too much and makes a lot of noise even if you just slide a finger across it. Of course he could use that to his advantage by distracting his enemies with metallic substances, which he often did. Either way, Owl preferred the dark and quiet of nature, where he could slip unnoticed for hundreds of yards. That's how he got to the City, using stealth and silence to sneak around Fallen. The thought made him go back to when he was brought back to life. He was laying on a beach by himself (how he hadn't been picked clean by anything, or anyone, was a mystery to him) when Fox had found him. Her first words to him were "Ugh, I got an old person." Owl, at that time Thomas, had laughed at that. He remembered in his old life how everyone told him he seemed older than he was, but he was only 26 and still growing. Owl's smile faded. Unlike many Guardians he didn't know much about his old life, but small pieces would randomly come to him. Like at his first, and only, time in the city. He meant to ask "Where is the vanguard?" but instead of saying it in English, it came out in the ancient Chinese language, which was odd because Owl knew he wasn't Asian. Him speaking it also raised some questions as to how old Owl truly was, since the language had apparently died out during or even before the Golden Age.

by **The Republic of Atria** » Thu Oct 08, 2015 2:06 pm

The Templar High Council wrote:
The Republic of Atria wrote:"This is even better than when I time traveled! That was something..." He said. "I'm like... ninety two percent sure this won't end up with me being sent to an alternate timeline. Again."

"Your life is a roller coaster that goes down and only down. And as for your guess... It seems your weapon is actually stable, at least according to my scans. I'm starting to believe that you can actually make stuff that doesn't make you explode." Robert replied.

"And the Vanguard told me it was a waste of time. Results Robert! I'm gonna save Earth! Once I figure out how the Vex do their space time nonsense, and do it myself. BOOM. We just erase the Cabal, or Fallen, or whoever the hell is in my way from existence! Problem solved."

"Are you really certain that you of all people could be trusted with that kind of power?"

"Hey! No one else is researching Vex crap to save the planet. Nope, it's only me. SOMEONE has to do it. That, of course, falls to me. By the way, I know every time we come here we have to shoo away the Fallen. And it seems like they're getting more aggressive. Might have to deal with that sometime in the near futur- FLINT! Check it out!" He shouted demonstrating his completed rifle. "It took blood, sweat, tears, and more blood, but did it! It compresses packets of photons and fires them just like a bullet! In English, it shoots freaking lasers! It's a start. Oh! I didn't even tell you the best part!"

"I don't think you should fire that thing in here again."

"Ppppffftt." He dismissed his ghost's suggestion, aimed the weapon down his makeshift firing range and pulled the trigger. The blue packet of light shot down the range, hit the Goblin center mass, continued, bounced right and hit him in the forehead. Robert sighed and a quick revive later, Alex didn't skip a beat, as soon as Robert had brought him back he kept right on talking. "See?! It bounces off of stuff! You can't tell me that it's not freakin' cool."

"You could try not using that thing in here. You've already shot yourself twice."

"...Fine. What's up Flint?"

Flint could do nothing besides watch Alex demonstrate his new monstrosity. He couldn't believe how reckless and utterly insane he actually was. "That's... fantastic." He murmured, looking around the disheveled workshop. "Alright, I'll bite, what did you do to create that? Compressed photons... so it shoots light? Physical, tangible, hard light?" He had to admit though, Flint was intrigued by the gun. "Question though: why does it go through the Vex, but stops when it hits you? Does the light just... die?"

"HA! I told you Robert! You too Flint! Anyways, it works by compressing photons in a sort of... Stasis field. Were time kind stops but only in that bubble. which is about the size of a bullet. Then it conducts a powerful electromagnetic current and sends the projectile out at hyper-sonic speeds!" He explained. "The stasis bubble is more durable than I thought. Hence the ricochets. As for why it goes through the Vex, but nothing else, well, physics. Friction. Going through a Vex takes some of it's power, as do the ricochets. Which is why it stopped when it hit my helmet. Either that, or the Stasis field can only take so many hits before it dissolves." He explained in one of the few moments where he wasn't yelling.

"This just goes to show that their tech can be replicated and understood! Which means I'm one step closer to stepping right into their timestream and doing to them what I do to myself on the regular! Next thing I need to do is capture a live Vex. Which, obviously, is going to be a massive pain in the ass. Stupid Vex reality warping bullshit. You bastards just wait until I figure it out! Then we'll see how you like it! By the way Flint, you notice a suspicious amount of Fallen lately? Used to be they find their way to my workshop every few days, now it's almost every 6 hours. I have to do pest control and interrupt vital research time." He muttered and stretched his legs. "I should go test this puppy out and make sure its completely stable. And what better way to do that than shooting some Fallen? Wanna come?"

by **The Greater Dutch Republic** » Thu Oct 08, 2015 3:14 pm

The Armed Republic of Dutch coolness wrote:"No shit." Emilia turned around to see who had addressed her, her own Ghost moving with her in kind. Of course she wasn't planning in going after the ancient Warmind - that was, as the voice had said, pretty much akin to committing suicide. "Question is, somebody put a bounty on the poor bugger, but who?" The Awoken noticed that no one stood behind her, and frowned. Rather, there was another Ghost. Huh? "Uhh... did you say that? Where's your Guardian..?" She paused, carefully picking her next words, not wishing to offend whomever this Ghost was, and who they 'belonged' with. "I mean, not to be rude, but... shouldn't you be with them? Do I know you from something, or..? Who is your Guardian?"

Ingrid floated up higher, and looked down sadly. "Apologies, Guardian, I did not mean to offend you. My Guardian, if you wish to know, is the Venusian-born Sophia Vasa of humanity, who is currently sleeping after taking on multiple hordes of Fallen within a short period of time. I assumed you would be going to find Rasputin alone, and simply wished to warn you of the task ahead."

by **The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness** » Fri Oct 09, 2015 12:21 pm

"Eh, it's fine... I was just a bit confused, I guess. Appreciated you trying to help." Emilia nodded, thinking about the Guardian whose name she'd just been given. It sounded somewhat familiar, although she couldn't quite place it yet. Human, apparently born on Venus. The Vanguard? The Crucible? Maybe. New Monarchy, maybe? That could be it. Something she'd have to look into someday. For now, though, she focused on finding something to do - time to check in with Executor Hideo.

by **Demis Puppet** » Sat Oct 10, 2015 10:22 am

After another day and a half, Prophet finally spotted her target. She waited for him to approach closer, then finally took her shot. The first shot shredded his shield, and as he looked around in panic, the second shot ventilated his skull. For good measure, she also fatally shot a couple of the Vandals he was traveling with. She let one live with a leg shot to tell the story of what happened, intending to spread fear among their House. She summoned her Ghost who pulled her to orbit. They went back to the Tower, and saw lots of Guardians gathered. Some of them were making jokes and laughing. Our backs are against the wall, people are out there dying, and they sit here laughing. she thought with contempt. She walked silently up to Xander 99-40 and collected the bounty from the Captain she killed. She heard a group of Guardians talking about Rasputin, the ancient Warmind. She glanced at them. Can't they leave him in peace? He's protecting us, we don't need to be harassing him constantly. she thought. Spectre spoke in her head. Sometimes he does need protecting from the Fallen, you know. She didn't reply, but felt like this wasn't their goal. She leaned on the railing to try to eavesdrop.

by **The Templar High Council** » Sat Oct 10, 2015 1:57 pm

The Republic of Atria wrote:
The Templar High Council wrote:Flint could do nothing besides watch Alex demonstrate his new monstrosity. He couldn't believe how reckless and utterly insane he actually was. "That's... fantastic." He murmured, looking around the disheveled workshop. "Alright, I'll bite, what did you do to create that? Compressed photons... so it shoots light? Physical, tangible, hard light?" He had to admit though, Flint was intrigued by the gun. "Question though: why does it go through the Vex, but stops when it hits you? Does the light just... die?"

"HA! I told you Robert! You too Flint! Anyways, it works by compressing photons in a sort of... Stasis field. Where time kind stops but only in that bubble. which is about the size of a bullet. Then it conducts a powerful electromagnetic current and sends the projectile out at hyper-sonic speeds!" He explained. "The stasis bubble is more durable than I thought. Hence the ricochets. As for why it goes through the Vex, but nothing else, well, physics. Friction. Going through a Vex takes some of it's power, as do the ricochets. Which is why it stopped when it hit my helmet. Either that, or the Stasis field can only take so many hits before it dissolves." He explained in one of the few moments where he wasn't yelling.

"This just goes to show that their tech can be replicated and understood! Which means I'm one step closer to stepping right into their timestream and doing to them what I do to myself on the regular! Next thing I need to do is capture a live Vex. Which, obviously, is going to be a massive pain in the ass. Stupid Vex reality warping bullshit. You bastards just wait until I figure it out! Then we'll see how you like it! By the way Flint, you notice a suspicious amount of Fallen lately? Used to be they find their way to my workshop every few days, now it's almost every 6 hours. I have to do pest control and interrupt vital research time." He muttered and stretched his legs. "I should go test this puppy out and make sure its completely stable. And what better way to do that than shooting some Fallen? Wanna come?"

"I'm not sure I understand completely... but what I do understand is that you want some Fallen dead. Now THAT," Flint pulled a shotgun from midair and checked that it was loaded. "Is something I can get behind. Just don't stand behind me with that thing. Or beside me. Better yet, I'll just let you test it, then clean up your mess."

by **The Greater Dutch Republic** » Sun Oct 11, 2015 6:23 am

The Armed Republic of Dutch coolness wrote:"Eh, it's fine... I was just a bit confused, I guess. Appreciated you trying to help." Emilia nodded, thinking about the Guardian whose name she'd just been given. It sounded somewhat familiar, although she couldn't quite place it yet. Human, apparently born on Venus. The Vanguard? The Crucible? Maybe. New Monarchy, maybe? That could be it. Something she'd have to look into someday. For now, though, she focused on finding something to do - time to check in with Executor Hideo.

Ingrid zoomed away, arriving at Sophia's room and phasing through the door. Going up close to Sophia's ear, she screamed at the top of her metaphorical lungs "WAKE UP!" As Sophia jumped out of bed. "Dammit Ingrid, the hell was that for!". Ingrid flinched back, and Sophia loosened up. Ingrid looked at her. "Another Guardian wants to find a person, or thing, that put a bounty on Rasputin. Guardian Emilia, an Awoken. I think you'd liked her". Sophia stared at her. "Ingrid, you woke me from my sleep because you want me to make a new friend?". Ingrid nodded, Sophia got out of bed. "Alright, I'll go help this Guardian. But don't expect me to be friends with her. I'm not a very social person". Ingrid appeared happy, but it was always hard for Sophia to tell when Ghosts were happy. Sophia put on her armor, grabbed her guns, and walked out of her room, towards the center of the tower. When they arrived where Ingrid had last seen them, they noticed a distinct lack of Guardian or Ghost at the spot. Sophia groaned. "Can I go back to bed now?". Ingrid glared at her. Or, it looked like she glared at her. "No, Sophia Vasa, you may not. You're going to stand here until we see them again, then you're going to Chad after them and help them". Sophia remembered that when Ingird used her full name(she had no middle name), that meant she was dead serious. Sophia promptly leaned up against the railing and waited for the return of a Guardian who's existence she had just recently learned about.

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