Fireteam 241Delta

by koram852

It is a long story from the beginnings of the Exo to the end of The Tower. But there it stands, truth before the Dark. The background and lives of three Guardians and the turmoil of their relationships, losses, victories, and survival through the ages. (Multiple OC. Cannon characters are supporting.)

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Destiny's canonical characters. They belong to Bungie.

I do own Aen, Cal, Southpaw-41 aka "Lefty," Asha-1, Caia, Anne, Marius, Brimm, and Dar. Please do not use them without my explicit permission. Emer, Gashad aka "Sha," Cai, belong to Sparticus328. Please do not them without their explicit permission. Thank you.

AN: please forgive me as i try to figure out the formatting with this one. if you spot any typos i've missed in my re-read, please feel free to either pm me, or leave a note in your review. Thank you for your patience. and i hope y'all enjoy this little foray that's exploded into a huge undertaking - just like everything else i do. XD
(also, i use archaic forms like lieing, layed, and amoung, so those aren't actually typos, they're intentional.)

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Asha-1, Exo, Female

I don't remember the great Vex battle, but I remember I was there. It's a sensation. The knowledge is raw and blunt, but the events are gone, washed away in our Calamity. Such a sad thing, to forget half your life.

So I'm making a new life. A quiet one. I do my job, I get my kills, I keep in shape, I read my books. And I walk... a lot. I like walking; it makes me feel like I can remember. Or like I don't have to.

I do remember my first dream I had after The Seeding. I was one of the first... I was walking through a field of tall, golden and blue grass, and above me, there was a great tree in the sky, green and silver and white. I walked towards it and it spoke to me — all around me. "Forever. Never. Always. End." I kept waking toward this tree, ever getting closer, ever it growing larger above me, but I never reached it.

Perhaps that is why I enjoy walking. Because of the field.

I remember revival too. Waking up in a pitch wood, surrounded by snow, and this tiny, hovering light to my right. Her voice was soft and meek and weary. She'd been searching so long. Weeks later, we found a group heading toward The Traveler where it was said a city was forming and a wall was being built. I still miss the snow and the quiet...

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