Hey Everybody, it's been a long while since I've done a story, since I've written or anything. So I apologize if I'm not doing to well. Truthfully, most of my stories have hit quite the rut, and I haven't been able to write with as much of a drive. Though, if I were being honest that is very much due to my own personal reasons. Dealing with depression, and watching people you care about get hurt and lose themselves is never a fun thing. However, I don't want to get too much into that, I'm back now...kind of...
Okay, for starters, I have been working on this new story here for a while. It is the first of many "Destiny" books ahead. It will center around a Halo Spartan/AI named Nero Exodus "NeXT" as he tries to adjust himself to the new world of "Destiny" and the things he's missed in the past eons or so. The story will contain quite a bit of references to series like Halo and Red Vs Blue, the latter of which I very loosely based this off of. You'll see what I mean later on. Even with that though, I will say this now, I do not own any of the characters I use in this story, referenced or not, besides NeXT and my own original ideas.
I will also give due credit to my real life friends, TheItNess13, Gamzee_Makara420, and hellothisismuffin for helping me keep sane in the past years of my depression, and also allowing me to use their characters in this story.
Without further delay, It's time for the story, but first...one quick official disclaimer;
[Disclaimer: I DO NOT Destiny; the credit goes to all of those who put in the hard work, time, and effort to create these stories. Nor do I own any other type of series that I might us in the story (ex: Halo, Red vs Blue, etc.) However, if I did own them that'd be Awesome…but I do not, sadly. All I own are my own characters, and ideas for this art of Fanfiction that you are reading.)
And one final thing...sorry this is taking so long...
If anyone wants to create a character to input into this story, feel free to message me with your own character, background for the character, and whatnot. I'd be glad to put them in the story, of course I'll be sure to give you a shout out, and obviously rights and ownership of the character(s).
Okay, so now that that's over and done with...let's begin our mission Guardains! -Infinity Calix (Find me on Playstation!)
Destiny: "The Awakening"
[Mission 00: Wake up Spartan]
"We called it the Traveler, and its arrival changed us forever. Great cities were built on Mars and Venus. Mercury became a garden world. Human lifespan tripled. It was a time of miracles. We stared out at the galaxy and knew that it was our Destiny to walk in the light of other stars – but the Traveler had an enemy; a Darkness, which had hunted it for eons across the black gulfs of space. Centuries after our Golden Age began, this Darkness found us; and that was the end of everything…But it was also a Beginning." –The Speaker
Sun was setting on this rusted day on Old Russia, Earth. Snow still piled onto the grounds, and the dusted winds brushed past the nooks and crannies of this broken up world. Plant life was scarce…or rather life in general was scarce from this now barren wasteland. Shattered asphalt and pavements, covered in trails of red sands lifted and ripped through as though hit by a storm. Several rusted old cars, cold skeletons sitting in their seats as though frozen in time, remained silent in the dusty, old and broken up world lining the now ruined highways.
Some were flipped over; others could be found buried in sand and dirt or even sunken underwater. Road signs were broken and near scrapped, and even parts of the highways were blown up or shattered into pieces. All of these vehicles faced the direction of a tall rusted wall in the distance; a border perhaps? This was a ruined land; so lost, so barren that it was hard to believe that anything could strive here. So, this wall, whether it was to keep things in or out…there was a little too much of nothing to inhabit the world.
However, there was a small ball-like object floating through the air, shining its light in search of something…or someone. It was mainly white, with a shining blue eye at its center. It had a beautiful sapphire trim, with orange tips outlining its form.
Click, whoosh, click, click, scan; the small robotic diamond repeated those motions as it flew from car to car, place to place, searching aimlessly, ignoring anything that didn't peak its interest.
"Ouch," it cringed upon scanning a fallen skeleton, broken, from what seemed to be a car crash. Broken up into the dust, and resulted into debris and ruin, the car was partially buried in the dusty sands of the Old Russia Cosmodrome outskirts. Cracks in white bones, the skull twisted and severely bashed against the car's dashboard, even the person's legs were a just a bit awkwardly bent back. Though the small-ball brushed this off, he didn't have time to…think too much on the subject. Turning around, he pushed forward and carried on.
Zoom, click; in the distance a group of three four eyed aliens watched the "little light", curious as to what it was doing. For the most part, the three looked similar, a red-white/grey motif, all with four eyes, or four arms, and long capes. The one in the middle of the three looked to its allies, speaking to them in some foreign tongue, and suddenly, released a roar, ordering the group to move in.
Venturing just above a small hill, right next to a beaten up, rusted car, the little robot scanned again. However, this time, he was thrilled, (as thrilled as a robot could be), by his findings.
"Is it possible?" the robotic-eye/robot said. Suddenly he opened up into a medium sphere-like form. In a couple of seconds, he closed up once again. "There you are!" He said victoriously.
"Guardian…Guardian? Eyes up Guardian!" a voice…what was that? I groggily opened up my eyes with a Click readjusting my vision. Then, it all became somewhat clearer. The dusty barrens, the beat up and worn down cars and trucks, even the frail and desolated fields seemingly void of life, or rather had so little of it. The soft snow began to crunch beneath my weighted form as I repositioned myself. Something was different now, but I just wasn't able to put a finger down on it quite yet. "It worked… You're alive!" My vision once again clicked readjusting to properly visualize the small…living-ish robot ball…thing…floating in the air in front of me.
"…" I was silent, at a loss for words really. Honestly, in all my years of being active, I had only seen very few cases of weird-ish things like this…but, honestly, this was a bit weird in the sense that he was…nice? Did that make any sense?
Ah well, anyways, I sat agape at my small friend. "Is he forerunner, a Monitor? Last I checked I was…where was I? I think…the Halo Array?" My memories were a blur; I couldn't piece my thoughts together. For some reason, everything just felt off. I don't know where I am now, but I do know that it isn't Valhalla or Blood Gulch, so…where I am I?
Click squeak "You don't know how long I've been looking for you." Click squeak click "I'm a Ghost. Actually now I'm your Ghost. And you…well, you've been dead a long time. So, you're going to see a lot of things you won't understand." I blinked myself.
Surely he couldn't be serious. If I was dead, I probably had a good reason, right? I was probably at peace and all…shit; I may have even been in heaven! Why on god's name would anyone friggin think to disturb my peace!? Fuck it all…
I turned, finally making a move to stretch my hands and arms. Everything feels so…rusty, very old. It was like I had been, well, rather I was offline for so long. I seem to be a bit off on my movement calibrations as well. Though, for the most part this shouldn't be much of a problem on its own. So, with that I decided that I'd simply live with it for now.
However, my armor seemed to have a bit of an augmentation on its own. Perhaps it was "Ghost's" work? For the most part, I still wore my simple MJOLNIR Mark VI (Using Halo 5: Guardians model) in the colors Black with a Cobalt trim; albeit, the armor itself was slightly damaged and had a couple of scratches and scuffs across the armor. Either way, even I could tell the new fixes and adjustments made to my armor. It was certainly sleeker and much more comfortable than I recall. Oh well…
"This is Fallen territory. We aren't safe here. 'click, click, beep,' I have to get you to the City." Ghost turned and quickly took a scope of the area, turning back to face me, I have to say, he was…quite calm. Anyways, he looked at me, and without before things could get "bad" as I could think from the air of the situation he said, "Hold still," and with a light flash he disappeared into who knows where.
"Wha…" I began; however, Ghost quickly answered me before I could finish.
"Don't worry. I'm still with you. We need to move, fast." I took that final click/squeak as his way of saying he was done speaking for now.
Looking at the situation itself, I kind of figured that I kind of don't have time to question him. If what I could understand is correct, he isn't by any means lying to me when saying "It's not safe here" so, of course I made my move. Reaching to my back, I made a move to grab my Battle Rifle, only to find that it was missing.
"What?" I thought to myself silently. Brushing it off, I made for my next weapon, my magnum, only to once again find that it is gone. "Shit," I stop for now. There wasn't anything left for me to do. However, as I thought such, I heard a wild roar from behind. Whatever it was, it seemed angry, and did not like me in its turf. So, with that, I did as any "normal" person would do…I made a run for it.
"We won't survive long out in the open like this. Let's get inside the wall." Ghost suggested.
"Well, fine, I was going to do that anyways," I retorted mentally, I know it'd be rude for me to say such a thing so casually, so I figured this was the least of what I could do for now.
The winds were suddenly picking up, and the dust began rising up in the distance. My footprints were weighed of my Spartan armor, imprinting my footprints as I sprinted across the barren land. However, despite the weight of my armor, I am still a Spartan. Though that may not sound like much too normal people, but with this in mind, my maneuverability, speed, strength, etc. are all beyond that of a normal man. Though, I have to say, whatever that "Ghost" did, everything seemed to be slowly calibrating properly…or rather, everything seemed to be getting better, faster, perhaps stronger too?
Checking back out of my thoughts, I made a quick move into an open door on the side of the wall, making a series of quick turns, ultimately leading into the wall-structure.
"Okay…I need to find you a weapon before the Fallen find us." Ghost said to me.
"Nah it's okay, I can totally fight with my bare fists!" I thought sarcastically, thank god he couldn't hear my thoughts. Honestly though, I didn't…rather I couldn't understand this, just as he said. What the fuck are the "Fallen"? Where the heck am I? Too many damn questions filled my thoughts, but, regardless of what I may want, now was not the time to stress over the subject. I turned down a hallway and over a metal bridge of sorts. The sound of my heavy armor thumping against the bridge, the weight giving me away, it didn't seem like the stealthiest approach right now, but it's what I have to work with for now.
"Quiet," Ghost warned me in a low whisper. "They're right above us." Shit…well that means that I've been giving myself away. Instead of following Ghost I sped up my walking. Rather than being quiet, at this point the enemy probably already knows where we are. Best thing to do is move as opposed to move slowly, making myself dead meat for the enemy.
"Shit," I thought to myself, I could've sworn I saw something moving between the metal in the walls. It didn't seem like anything I've seen before. "Kig-Yar?" I thought. That was the only thing I could think of that could even remotely relate to that thing. Instead of sticking around to ponder those thoughts, I returned to running away essentially.
Ghost and I moved into a more open area. When I say "open" I suppose I was actually referring to the fact that it was pretty much a ledge with a rail to prevent anyone from falling. Of course, there was enough space for me off to the side.
"Hang tight. Fallen thrive in the dark, we won't. We need more light. I'll see what I can do." Ghost said, so of course while Ghost went off to do who knows what, becoming a flashlight and all; I made my way to seek out another way out. With that in mind I activated my helmet's night vision feature.
"There," I said in a low voice. I'll be honest; it's been so long since I heard my voice now…I barely recognized it. It seemed slightly…younger…f that was even possible, it was also much clearer. Just what did that Ghost do to me?
"Another one of these hardened military systems...and a few centuries of entropy working against me." Honestly, he didn't seem too happy with his situation. The thought made me chuckle. Perhaps I could learn to get used to the "little light" after all. After a moment, I found what appeared to be a metal fencing blocking a possible exit. For the most part it didn't seem like it would be too much of a problem to break through.
I backed up in my tracks a bit, getting ready to break into a sprint. However, that's when I heard a sudden, loud boom go off followed by a whir. I turned; it seems Ghost found the light switch… "What the hell are those things!?" I practically screamed internally as the lights shot on, revealing countless four armed alien creatures stalking me from the structures and beams of the wall's interior. Without a second thought I broke into a sprint and performed a "Spartan Charge" into the fence, ultimately knocking it down…or rather ripping a hole through it. Getting up and brushing myself off, I was soon joined by a speeding Ghost.
"They're coming for us!" He exclaimed.
"Well, thank you Captain Obvious!" I retorted, speaking to him directly for the first time. Turning to the side, I quickly picked up a metal pipe for my own defense.
Ghost looked at me questioningly. "You do realize that there's a rifle next to you, right?" Ghost's words made me feel a bit embarrassed… honestly he could've said something sooner! I dropped the pipe and moved to grab the rifle.
"I hope you know how to use that thing." Ghost said. Okay, this guy needs to work on his confidence in me. I took a moment, loading the rifle, moving forward through the hallways as I did. I aimed down my sights, cautious as to whom might be there watching me.
"So, are those things…the Fallen you were speaking of?" I asked.
"Hmm?" Ghost seemed a bit confused. "Well, shouldn't you know that much already? Or…maybe your memories have been wiped a bit too far." Ghost concluded. "Well, either way, yes. Those four armed pirates are the Fallen."
"Pirates?" I muttered, however, from the corner of my eyes I caught sight of what appeared to be movement turning round a corner. Of course I broke into a sprint pursuing the enemy. Then I was quickly jumped by two of these…'Fallen'. From the sounds of things, they were all of the same race and species. Though, I kind of found that hard to believe with their varying appearances: the armor, hairs, and even the number of limbs. I didn't quite understand it, but wasn't gonna just sit and question it.
Bleep a notification on my HUD popped, notifying me of just what it was that I was facing. The smaller of the two, with two limbs, appeared to be called a "Dreg" and the Four Armed being a "Vandal"...neat...
"Double Kill!" Ghost exclaimed, in a rather familiar tone of voice to that War Games Announcer dude. I laughed. "W-what was that? A glitch in my systems?" Ghost seemed utterly confused. It was kind of…nope it was hilarious.
"Okay Jeff, believe what you want." I laughed, though Ghost did not seem amused.
"My name is not Jeff." Ghost glared.
"Hmm, well fine, I'll just call you GS-7, does that work?" I said, hoping to ease the Ghost.
"Ugh, well if you have to. I suppose that works." GS responded reluctantly with a rather…annoyed tone. Then again, I couldn't really blame him. It still made me laugh though.
"Good, with that settled…let's move out." I said, breaking out forward into a sprint. However, making it through the end of the hallway another one of those Fallen jumped in front of me. My response was simple…punch its face off. "BAHH!" I screamed.
"…Ow…really?" Ghost said with a glare to me.
"…Hehe…what? Jump scares…" I reasoned with an innocent smile, not that he could see it through my helmet.
Turning through another hallway, I stopped at what appeared to be a chest. "I want to touch it." I said, reaching out to the chest, however, Ghost quickly flew in front of my hand and looked at me.
"Don't touch the loot cache," He said. "It could be a trap."
"You see, you're like that thing at the back of my mind that tells me what's right from wrong…and you're obviously wrong!" I laughed opening the chest, and ignoring Ghost's protests. "Wait…Can you please explain to me how a Snip-er Rif-le fits in a small box?"
"How should I know?" Ghost replied just as clueless.
Cling Having turned a corner into the next hallway in this strange maze in a wall, I came across what appeared to be…trip mines?
"Hey ghost, can you disable those?" I asked, honestly, they probably would come to be quite useful.
"Click Click Squeak What? Well…yeah, I guess, but why? You don't need them" Ghost replied.
"Ya never know," Then with a quick swish and turn around the corner, various Fallen Dregs were waiting for me. Sliding underneath the first trip mine, I swung forward and knifed Dreg #1 in the face. "Gahh!" I screamed as the plate underneath my feet burst open. Soon I found myself tangling with Mr. Dreg #2.
"Guuhh," I grunted as my back hit the wall. "Today…is a good day," I finally shoved him off. Swapping back to my rifle, and taking aim for his head. "…To die," with that I blew the poor sucker's head off.
"Yaaa!" Another Dreg screeched as it lunged at me. However, I managed to dodge the attack with ease, blowing its head off as soon as I repositioned myself. Still, there were four more enemies popping up on my sensors. This shouldn't take too long though.
Hopping over the small space between a trip mine and the ceiling, I made my stand, landing softly behind my enemies. Two Dregs using it as their safeguard, I quickly pulled them back by their collars, slamming them to the ground as I turned to kick an oncoming third Dreg hoping to hit me from behind. The Dreg slammed against the wall behind him, and was soon joined by the two I had grounded when I threw them, colliding into the fourth Dreg in the process. With their backs against the wall, each and every one of them in a daze, I steadied my aim. Mercilessly, I pulled the trigger, popping each of their heads off in explosions of…confetti?
"Yay!" GS cheered in oh the so nostalgic way whenever I'd pop the heads off of a grunt...So fun…"What the heck!?" Click
"Hahaha," I laughed. "Don't worry too much about it GS, it's gonna keep me sane in all this chaos, so it's fine." My reasoning probably sounded rather...off putting, however, that didn't mean that GS didn't buy it.
"...Fine, whatever you say." Ghost surrendered, and just like that we were back on our jolly way. Or it would have been jolly if there weren't still more annoying Fallen.
Readying my rifle, I burst fired as soon as I could see the head of even just one Vandal. "DIEEEEEEE!" I screamed angrily as I fired all of my rounds...a bit too soon too if I do say so myself.
"Great…" GS sighed. "You wasted all of your ammo...and you missed every one of the targets…"
"Ya know...I was never really good at aiming…ya know, with a gun and all…" I laughed nervously…
"How did I get stuck with you?" GS sighed.
"Hey, no worries," I said with a reassuring tone. "I've got this."
"What you did in there was reckless" GS stated as soon as we exited the Wall.
"I was a badass and you know it." I responded in defense of my actions.
"You forced me to say "Killtastrophe" when you went and assassinated all of those Fallen!"
"It was fancy…plus that's the end of them, right!?" I responded, though honestly, I was kind of hoping that fate would be kind and not throw an army at us just yet…
"The Fallen have a tighter hold on this place than I thought…" GS noted, and sure enough, even though there weren't any fleets or anything just yet, the field we were in certainly had quite a bit more Fallen. At least it was easier to see here out in the open than inside the damn wall.
"Nah, obviously not, they're only just about…I dunno…EVERYWHERE!" I exclaimed sarcastically.
"Well, nice to know you care." GS responded in his own sarcastic tone.
"So…where is this?" I asked out of curiosity. I knew for a fact I wasn't on Reach or any other…planet that I actually have been to. This all seemed too...different.
"This? This was once an Old Cosmodrome out in Russia on Earth." GS responded. "I think my sensors are picking up signs of an old ship out here somewhere that we can use."
Earth…so this was Earth? Truth be told, I've not once ever been to Earth before now. At least as far as I can remember I haven't. It certainly was…not what I was expecting. However, in a burst of light, several Fallen ships flew into the Cosmodrome, each dropping off their own little groups of Fallen…a small fleet? Great… There was a group of at least four smaller ships, and by no means did it look like they were going to leave any time soon, rather, they seemed to be setting up a camp or base of some sort here. Damn, at least they didn't show up immediately after I said "that's the end of them," otherwise this would be getting quite…uncomforting….
Building up a plan in my head as I inspected my surroundings, once I found my conclusion on what to do, I turned to Ghost and said, "Hey GS?" Turning back to the enemy crowd, I made my move to step forward.
"…Yeah?" he replied nervously, no doubt questioning whatever it is that I was about to do.
"I've got a plan." I laughed. "And you're not gonna like it!" Without waiting for any of his protests I charged on top of a nearby rusted building, using it as a boost to get me to the closest Fallen Skiff.
Landing directly on the Skiff as soon as it was going to drop its troops, I entered its drop hatch and entered the small drop ship.
"Hey, how's it goin'?" I greeted upon entering the ship to the crowds of Fallen who were just as shocked as GS. Taking this chance, I tackled the nearest Vandal to the ground of the skiff, surely rocking the ship slightly. I twisted my hip and kicked a Dreg back into its seat. Turning up right again, I sent a devilish grin to another Dreg, though he couldn't technically see it, I'm positive he was shaking from me just taking a single look at him. "Boo!" I said, startling the weakling. Taking this chance, I grabbed its sidearm and blew off the heads of the remaining enemies in the drop ship…besides the pilot.
Taking hold of a dead Vandal's cutlass, I turned and entered the cockpit of the skiff, where a Fallen Vandal was sitting, shaking in his seat.
"So…you're going to point this thing at your allies, and then you're going to blow up, k?" Although worded as a question, I'm sure he got the message that it was more of an order than anything else. However, it seems that whoever is leading these guys, he was still loyal to. "Such a shame." I muttered, as I kicked him forward onto the dashboard, forcing the ship to begin moving forward. Taking hold of the controls, I turned the ship to face the remaining fleets.
"You, stay here." I said to the Vandal as I pulled the Fallen Cutlass, using it to impale the Vandal through its head, locking it to the dashboard, and trapping the ship in its course. "Now for the finishing touches…" I pulled one of the lower floor panels of the skiff out, freeing me to the more…fragile engineering of the ship. Pulling out a trip mine, I grinned. "I knew these would come to be useful." Setting them off, I planted all of the trip mines in the ship, and of course, with very little time to spare, I dropped out of the skiff, seconds before it got too far from the ground. Landing with a Ground Pound, killing any more Fallen near me on the surface.
"Nailed it!" I sang, and on cue, GS immediately flew up to me in a panic.
"WHAT DID YOU DO!? DO YOU KNOW HOW RECKLESS THAT WAS? I CAN'T REVIVE YOU IF YOU JUST LEAVE ME LIKE THAT!" GS screamed at me. However I just chuckled lightly…then the entire Fallen fleet kind of…exploded. "What…was that?"
"I kind of blew up an entire Fallen Fleet," I said casually.
"Ho...ya know what? I'm just not gonna question it." GS surrendered, I'm positive that by now he was…realizing just what kind of person he had just brought back from the dead. "Let's just get out of here as soon as possible." However, as soon as he said that, a small, yet quick stream of blue light bolted in between us.
"Sniper!" GS cried, as we dived out of the way and into cover. "Quick, pull your sniper rifle and counter them!"
"On it!" I said, pulling said weapon out. Like a pro, as it was kind of what I've done for years, I steadied my aim, and silently, like a shadow in the night, completely unseen, I locked on…and pulled the trigger.
Bang the gun fired, however…I'm positive that I wasn't aiming for the wall….four meters to the right of said Sniper…
"You missed…" GS stated…sounding quite disappointed at me.
"What!" I gasped. "N-no I didn't…I-I was just…Oh! I was just sending a warning shot!"
"Yeah, a warning shot four meters to the right of said target."
"…okay fine…I admit it, I suck at sniping…" I surrendered in defeat. "Oh well, time to be a boss!" I cheered, perking up immediately as I pulled my knife.
"What are you gonna do? Knife it?" GS asked as if that wasn't a perfectly plausible option…which I did, and sure enough I nailed the damn Sniper in the head. "…" He seemed…irritated by me...
"You're telling me that you can throw a knife from this distance with perfect accuracy…but you can't fire a goddamn sniper rifle!?" Okay…now that he mentions it that does sound a bit bad…
"…Hehe?" I laughed nervously.
"*Sigh* Fine! Forget it, let's go." GS said turning to face a small entryway in a nearby building, a waypoint popping up on my HUD telling me to go there. "In there, I'm getting readings of a ship that can get us out of here." With that said, I followed as GS said and entered the building. However, sure enough there were more Fallen.
Diving behind a beaten down truck for cover, I held my rifle close and said, "What the heck are those red robot thingies?"
"Fallen Scout, Sentry, Repair Drones…Shanks!" GS responded as the "Shanks" Fired at us.
Turning around the truck, I took aim and fired, blowing up the sorry mother fuckers. Sadly though, there were still a couple more Dregs to deal with. Er…rather there were.
On instinct, I ducked quickly as one of the Dregs swung at me; taking the chance, I landed a right uppercut on its stomach, sending it…dead.
"Behind you!" GS alarmed, and surely enough, another Dreg managed to sneak up and strike me from behind…okay…I'm so killing this asshole.
Turning to face the now cowering Dreg with a hateful glare, I lunged forward gripping it by its throat and with a low and intimidating growl I threatened. "You're going to live, you're forever going to be named "Phil" and I'm going to kill you next time I see you…oh, and you're going to tell all of your asshole friends about the fucking Spartan who kicked your ass. Remember, 137." With that...I dropped him off the edge. Though I'm sure he lived, since he managed to grip onto a pipe to stop his fall. "Have fun, Phil!" I laughed as I continued on my way.
"Wow…remind me not to get on your bad side." GS noted.
"Don't worry about it," I reassured. "You're my ally GS, so far the only one I can trust, plus you're a part of me now…so we stick out for each other."
"...Right." the Ghost said in a justified tone that confirmed to me, no matter how our conversations would get, we will be a pair of good friends from this day on.
"Now, let's get to that ship." I said, turning through the corridors of the building. However, as I made my first step, a bright flash appeared on my HUD saying "LEVEL UP! LEVEL 2!"
"Okay…what the hell is this? A video game?" I said in pure confusion.
"Not exactly," GS responded. "You see, the leveling system is…it works in the sense of…okay, I guess you can think of that part as a "Video Game" of sorts, leveling up will allow you to get better gear, armor, and unlock special upgrades for your Subclass."
"…So, I'm living in a MMORPG World…great…" I muttered, honestly half disappointed in what my life has been turned to…yet, kind of excited.
"I suppose." GS responded.
"Kay, well, either way, what the heck is my Subclass? We should probably go over this stuff before we get into another fight." I said, though I may have spoken too soon as more Fallen began to flood into the room which I had just entered…shoot, I should have just stood still instead of walking and talking…
Thankfully though, they all seemed to be jumbled up in the open space of the room. Then, I saw it. To be honest, not the sexiest ship I've ever piloted, however, it'll have to do. The night has fallen, and the moon has taken its stage, with stars dancing in the deep dark navy sky, and the luminescent rays of light shining upon the sleek, yet obviously old jumpship. It was neat and certainly seemed like it could get us out of here.
"GS," I addressed. "You work on the ship, I'll handle the enemies." However, where I expected to hear GS protest once more, I think I was right earlier when I said we were kind of growing on each other. He seemed to genuinely trust me now, considering he followed my orders instead of questioning my sanity.
Then again, I very well could be quite insane, after all, a larger enemy emerged from a hole in the metal walls of the room…yet I wasn't scared, I'd like to think that I've fought worse.
"Before I start," Ghost said over our coms. "I updated your info database, you should now have knowledge of all enemy types, and any enemies with significant names and titles shall show up with them popping up above their heads." Sure enough that "Devil Archon" did indeed have a name now.
"Also it seems like you're a Hunter. Though I got to admit, I thought you were a Titan with all those fancy moves of yours. I took liberty of unlocking your grenade for you with that level up you got. Good luck, partner."
"Thanks," I said stepping forward for battle. "But let me warn you…I'm a bit of a badass." At this moment, Ghost flew over to work on the ship, and me? I charged into battle of course.
Taking the fight head on, a Fallen "Captain" ran at me full charge. However, I gracefully flipped over him, dodging him by the hair. A Vandal seemed to have been following close behind him. However, I took care of that with ease by snapping its neck as it ran at me. Turning, I roundhouse kicked a Dreg sending it flying into the Devil Archon, Riksis, who definitely did not take too kindly to that.
I took this chance, and taunted him, motioning to him "Come at me" and sure enough he made a charge for me. However, that was exactly what I wanted. Using my thruster pack, I jumped far over the towering bastard, swinging onto his back, and attaching my last and only Plasma grenade that I truly and desperately hope I can get more of somewhere…
Kicking off of him, causing him to stumble forward, and creating distance from him as the grenade went off Killing a couple of Vandals and Dregs in the explosion, or at least disorienting them.
I checked my sensors. "Shit," I thought as I very narrowly dodged two vandals trying to catch me off my guard. I turned mid air from here, and tossed a couple of frag grenades, causing the Vandals to…explode.
"Damn, today must be Boomsday!" I joked as I pulled my rifle and popped the heads off of a group of oncoming Dregs. "GS, how's it lookin'?" I asked, honestly hoping he was almost done.
"Just a bit longer!" GS responded.
I spun on my heels, kicking the head off of a Dreg. Not the first time today, but taking this opportunity, I grabbed his sidearm and quick-fired at the remaining enemies, narrowing the fight to a captain and the Devil Archon…good enough? I think I can finish them from here.
I reached to the back of my armor; searching for anymore grenades, but, to my surprise, a strange…flame began to form in my hands? It wasn't too hot, and it did seem like there was a physical presence to it. No matter, it seemed to be pulsing, so if I'm correct…
I took this chance and threw the ball of flame at the Captain, and sure enough, it blew up, breaking his shields. Moving forward, I jumped at the Captain, slitting its throat with my knife, and taking its sword in the process. It was the Archon and me now.
However, a sword versus some kind of alien shotgun didn't exactly seem like the best…odds. Despite these odds though, I'm positive that he was more than ready to fight me.
A small blue flash popped up in the bottom left hand corner of my HUD, it seems like that "Incendiary Grenade" has a recharge timer. "Hmm, convenient," I muttered under my breath as I threw it at the Devil Archon.
Taking charge, as he stood temporarily stunned, I jumped, shoving the Captain's sword into Riksis' left eye, little did he know…I slipped a special "Pulse grenade on the blade of the sword…which now very much inside his head.
"GRAHHH!" He roared, turning to face me in pure rage, however, he didn't have much time to say anything else, as the said Z-040 Attenuation Field Grenade went off, creating an orange bubble field around his head.
"Checkmate," I said victoriously as the grenade flashed and took the Archon priest with it, disintegrating the Devil into orange particles of energy.
"Ready…d-did you just kill a Devil Archon?" immediately another "Level Up!" notification popped up, answering the Ghost's question.
"So," I said with an unseen smile. "When's take off?"
[Mission 00: Over…]