DWA: So, I guess I may take and legitimate announced break of my Pokemon story. Or just write it bit by bit until Arc five. League battles are…rough and tedious. SO, maybe a Destiny Fanfiction? Since forsaken in Destiny 2, I've had a small Idea. And here it is.
Also obligatory disclaimer, I own nothing about Destiny or Destiny 2, just, my character, and her story in said universe. All my friends who appear here? You know who you are, and I hope I do you justice when you show.
Chapter 1: Risen to Light
Dark Skies, rushing, screaming. So much chaos.
Soon to be so much death. The woman knew this. Her, paranoia her, theories. Other races she'd always hoped to be peaceful.
So much for that. She'd been granted access, clearance for her brain mainly. A scientist. She could understand but why her and not a mother and her three children. She was on the elevator up. Something felt wrong.
"We'll get out right?" The man beside her asked. She didn't know. No, maybe she did? She didn't like her idea. She looked out into the darkened skies. Something…was coming. Reports said ships out past mars had…stopped calling.
Through all the high hopes. She simply said. "No, we can't get out. It's just, not our fate." She said. Lightning flashed in the dark skies.
Followed by a deafening mechanized roar. She saw it, her death, her destruction. "Our doom hath come." She said. She saw the weapon fired through the skies. The people around her screamed and pushed. But it would do nothing.
She knew these ships AI, how they thought.
"Sorry Red, you won't complete your mission." She said as she looked at the large colony ship.
The weapon struck. Such a loud noise.
Such a deafening silence.
Such a bright Dark.
Something was…missing…something…important.
Air!
The woman took a deep breath and started coughing hard as she sat up. Her bones and joints popped and cracked. Moving felt, wrong. She felt stiff and…well wrong!
"It worked! You're alive!" A voice that sounded, off, called out. She looked up to see a…machine? A single blue light in its grey diamond shell. "You wouldn't believe how long I've been looking for you." The woman went to say something but started coughing again.
"Jeez how much dust was in there? So, questions, but no time. I'll give a short and sweet. I'm a ghost! Your ghost to be exact. You've been gone for a very long time. There's gonna be more questions than answers. And besides, it's not safe here." As if on cue, a roar called out, guttural and loud.
"This is Fallen territory, I need you safe and in the city, Grab your sidearm, and get to the breach in the wall." The robot said as it flew at her and vanished.
"Don't worry, I'm just in your pack. Get up and moving." The woman looked around and saw a gun, small, could easily be held in one hand. She grabbed it and cocked it and stood. And then, she ran for the wall.
It was simple, easy, as she walked on the rusted walkway she heard, clicking, movement.
"They're above us, no need to be quiet, they already know we're here." She looked ahead and saw, something, crawl up a pipe. From the glimpse, bipedal? Two arms and two legs.
She managed to finally speak, high pitched, yet, not shrill. "Was that….?"
"Fallen, yes. We'll be okay, don't be scared….wait you're not scared. Fascinated?" The Ghost said.
And it's true, these, creatures with what glimpse they had were not human. And that…that excited her!
"Guess I know what you are now. Keep moving. As excited as you are they still want you dead." He said. The woman nodded and jogged into a dark chamber.
"Can't be your flashlight forever. I'll fix that, hold tight." He said as he formed and flew off into the mechanisms. Soon power could be heard running through the lights and flashing on. Roars and cries of the Fallen and several scrambling away. The Ghost charged back to her.
"Knees to chest!" She booked it after watching them scuttle away and saw a rifle and promptly grabbed it. She didn't remember anything, at all, but, made sure to check the magazine for bullets and cock the old rifle. She ran the corner and the fallen jumped her.
She finally got too see one. Four eyes, wrapped in red cloths, an odd pistol and an electrified blade. Two stumps. Fascinating!
She pulled the trigger aiming from the hip. The bullets sprayed out and took out the Fallen. She ran through the complex, gunning the Fallen down. Their odd weapons firing blue energy bolts, their blades coated in the stuff. She hadn't…felt the hits she'd taken yet. Splashing on a barrier around her. She saw more, bigger, better armor. Better weapons.
Four arms? Too much to consider why!
She ran into a wall, panting slightly as she went to reload, and didn't get a mag from…wherever she was getting them.
"Out of ammo, switch!" She put the weapon on her back and pulled out her pistol and shot down the last of them. Waiting to see if anymore appeared, she sighed.
"Talk time?" She asked as she walked to leave the wall.
"Not until we're on a ship." The Ghost said. She sighed and jogged outside and looked around. Suddenly, what seemed to be, an hourglass appeared from a point in the sky.
"A Fallen Ketch!? Move! Building on the left!" She didn't need another order and ran as the massive ship's entrance was felt as she was pushed by wind. Smaller ships passed by overhead. She looked back to see the Fallen jump off their ship[s, and then saw the ones in front of her. Crowded together.
In one, single, spot. She, through instinct, charged, something in her hand. A purple light. She felt, dark. Yet elated.
A word appeared in her head that she seemed to, know.
Paracausal, fate changing.
She threw the ball, and it exploded, a vortex of purple light. It tore the odd machines that the Fallen had sent, into scrap. And ended the beating of Fallen hearts. She looked at her hands, clad in black leather.
She was more afraid of herself than them. But living, was more to her liking as a splash of blue energy hit beside her. And she ran inside, and shut the door. She could hear more.
"Nice Vortex Grenade! Kinda proves you're a Warlock. I'll explain more in juuust a bit. My suggestion, grab the shotgun." The Ghost said. She looked to see the old weapon…it loved very old. Wooden handle, two barrels. She picked it up and opened it, two shells. She snapped it shut and put it on her back and looked out. Three small, one big. Some sort of field around it. She sighed. And fired her pistol.
Two shots, one dead.
Three, another.
Six franticly, the third small one. The big one roared. She hid, and readied her shotgun. The Large one turned the corner with swords ready.
A loud bang, the field gone, another…wisps. The large one felled.
"Nice! Let me at the ship!"
She walked out and the Ghost appeared and seemed to scan it.
"Wow its old. No jumps no flights. Dustier than you." He said with a chuckle.
"Ha ha. Will it fly?" She said. The Ghost looked to her.
"Will it fly she asks. I am a master." She said and seemed to fly into the ship. After a few seconds the ship whirred to life and broke free of its restraints. She smiled in her helmet, till she heard a loud, roar. She turned to see…a huge Fallen come out of the wall.
"Oh fuck…" She said. Her smile grew. "What, are you?" She asked with wonder. She was met with raised weapons.
"Time to go!" She felt, like nothing. She was staring at this, massive, regal, and, powerful sentient creature, then she was in a cockpit. The ship floated up and took off, away from the Fallen.
She wanted to talk to them, understand. Even though they tried to kill her. She had…a need.
"Well, all's well that ends well, we're on route but it'll take some time. Business order one, names!" The Ghost said.
"Names?" She asked.
"Yes! You need one and I, well I don't but it'd be nice. Any ideas?" She asked. Two things seemed to pop in.
"Sara sounds, right for me. As for you Ghost…Seraph." She said
"Seraph? As in Seraphim the angels that worked directly for the God of Christianity?" He asked.
"I…guess?" She asked.
"I like it! Seraph!" He said. "Now, I have a lot to say, so, ears open Guardian!"
"What do you know of the Fallen?" She asked.
"I…okay? They're pirates. In terms of power its Dregs, Vandals, Captains, Servitors, Archons, Kells and Prime Servitors take near the same.
"Dregs have, two arms?" She asked. "Why?"
"Docking, a very, rough procedure that is removing the bottom two arms. Enough ether can regrow the arms or they get mechanical ones when they rank up, if they do." Seraph said.
"Yikes….are there books on these?" She asked.
"Plenty. You can read at the Tower." Seraph said. "By the way, you're a Warlock. Scholar warriors. You research and understand. Too a limit." He said straining the last sentence. Words seem to spill from her.
"When faced with extinction, no research is dangerous, no research is unethical…" She said.
"…That's dangerous?" Seraph said.
"…Not sure why I said that." She said and finally took off her helmet and looked into the visor. Bluish grey skin, bright green eyes, and messy long hair. "But I believe it I guess. Felt, recited." She said.
"Habits and such shouldn't remain from your life." He said. "Then again, Exos have them."
"Exos?" She asked.
"Ah, robots but waaaay higher on sophistication. Actual human minds in them. Be sure to treat them fairly. You're Awoken. Normally from the Reef, not sure when you ended up here. You have a habit, any memories?" He asked. Sara was busy using a scrap of cloth to put her hair into a ponytail.
Another habit she assumed.
No…no memo…ries." She said looking at the colony ship…the broken lift.
"Such fear…but, no recollection." She said quietly. Seraph looked there.
"Possible you died there, don't dwell on it. As for other guardians, I'll be quick. Titans are bulky and hard hitting, Hunters are scouts. As for now… Relax, take a nap. I'll get us to the tower. Then, tour time!"
"Sure Seraph." She said. "I'll, take a bit of a nap." She said and closed her eyes.
Hours passed before she was waken with a jolt.
"We're here, didn't want you to miss the sight." Seraph said and faced the window, and through the clouds came a…wonderful image.
A city, large and expansive, massive walls. And, then a massive…moon?
"Welcome to the last City on Earth. Smaller settlements exist, but we're the safest. And the big guy up there, is the Traveler. Source of the Light, and all Ghosts. Welcome home Sara." He said. She marveled at the sights until she pulled into the Hanger, and was transmatted out of her ship. A woman with blonde hair walked up and looked at her ship and whistled.
"Find this is in a rustyard Guardian?" She said with a laugh.
"Uhm, sort of?" She asked rubbing the back of her neck.
"Well, I'll be sure to fix her up for ya." She said. "Names Amanda Holliday, I keep things running here, vehicle wise. You can guess I'm busy." She said and pat Sara's shoulder. "Now go on git." She said and pushed her along.
"She'll be working on that longer than she thinks. Come on! To the plaza, then, the Vanguard hall." Seraph said. Sara simply walked along till she came out to the main plaza and finally got a scale of the city and the Traveler.
"Wow…" She said.
"Nice view huh?" A slightly robotic voice said. She looked to her right to see, a massive robotic man. "View looks good fallin too." He said. For a robot, with two red eyes and small red horns on a white face, she could tell he was…smiling. A Ghost appeared by him.
"Theoduin-1! That is not how we welcome new Guardians!" She said.
"That's not how you do it Silvia. But I'll bite. Welcome to the fold kid. Also call me Theoduin, no need for the number yet." He said and…pat is not the word for how she was almost pushed off the edge.
"Oh god!" She said and pushed herself back. Theoduin laughed.
"Theo!" A voice called out as a human came up. "Scouting mission, split the glimmer?" He asked hand on hip. Theoduin chuckled.
"Sure Alsyf, a few more times like this they'll have us looking to make an actual fireteam." He said. "See ya kinderguardian." Theoduin said and the two walked off. Seraph appeared beside her.
"Those two seem nice. Just so you know Guardians tend to act in teams of two to three. Lone guardians don't last long on harder missions. Now! Quick rundown." He said and a marker appeared over the head a bunch of guardians were surrounding.
Blue skin, darker.
"That's Master Rahool, he'll turn any encoded engrams into gear. Gear is color coded engram wise. In terms of power, White, green, blue, Purple, and yellow." He said and she nodded.
"Kadi runs the post office near Eververse. There's a bounty board for while you're out and Banshee over there sells guns and maintains them. Oh uh, if he forgets you donnt be insulted. His minds really fragmented at forty four reboots." He said. Sara started walking.
"Reboots?" She asked.
"Simple, a mind wipe. It's what the number stands for. It generally doesn't happen anymore, but, it can…somehow." He said. "Now, for the Vanguard, I've already notified them." Sara nodded and walked into the hall…past a man with a stature that makes Theoduin look meek.
"I don't like how he stared at me…" She said.
"That's just Lord Shaxx, he's probably a softie when he's not running the Crucible, that's for later." Seraph said as they walked into the hall.
There were three people at the table.
One the right was a dark skinned woman in robes and a mostly bald head. She was looking at a data pad.
On the left, a blue Exo in brown armor and a hood. He was in a chair, feet on the table and chatting with his ghost.
At the other end was a Awoken, purple skin and armor with a massive pauldron. He turned.
"Ah, welcome Guardian. He said and walked to the table.
The Exo looked Sara over. "Ikora I think this is one of yours soooo I'm gonna go get a drink for all of us." He said and swiftly hopped up and tried to take off.
"Cayde." The woman said setting the data pad down. "You should welcome the new Guardian." She said. "At the very least."
Cayde stopped and sighed. "Yes yes hey kiddo. I'm Cayde-6 hunter Vanguard and I seem to have left my "I really wish I wasn't here right now" button at home. Guess I'm grabbin that too. Talk later, promise." He said and pat her shoulder as he left.
"Is…he?" She started before Seraph appeared beside her,
"Always." He said. She turned to the other two, Ikora a barely seeable smile and Zavala shaking his head.
"I am Zavala, Titan Vanguard and Vanguard Commander. I am coordinator and deployer of Guardians as well. But, Ikora is the one you really wish to talk to. Ikora, I leave you to it." He said and turned to his Ghost. She turned to Ikora and stiffened as she examined her.
"Yes, a bright Light. A need for knowledge. Warlock, it's as simple as this. Welcome to the Order." She said and formed a large bracelet, and snapped it on her left arm. "You will train in the field soon Guardian. Go to Banshee and get your weapons. In the meantime, we will search for a working NLS drive for your ship." She said with a warm smile…warm like sunlight.
"Do I have access to the archives?" Sara asked. She swore she heard Zavala laugh.
"Of course, and your Ghost now knows where your room in the Tower is. I'd give more, fanfare but, that got dull a few decades ago." She said.
"I prefer this. I have, lots of questions." She said.
"About?" Ikora asked.
"The Fallen for now, but I'll look to books." She said. Ikora nodded.
"Ask Cayde when you have a chance, he seems oddly versed in Fallen. Take him out for ramen." She said.
"Ramen?" Seraph asked.
"Don't ask. Now go on and get some rest." She said. Sara nodded and left to see Shaxx speaking softly, something about, tearing down a foundry himself if they tried to fix a crucible fight again.
Ikora made her uncomfortable with her gaze. Shaxx quiet voice terrified her. If he yelled she'd die to a heart attack…maybe. She walked over to Banshee, who was fiddling with a rifle.
"Hey Guardian." He said, such a deep gravelly voice. "Primaries: Hand Cannon, Auto, Pulse, or Scout?" He asked.
"I uh….scout." She said and he put one down. He then pointed to a lot of other weapons. "Energy?"
"…The uh, odd looking one?" She asked and he set it down.
"Fusion Rifle, charge weapon. Hold the trigger, always an element." He said. He then noticed her shotgun. "Wow…that's old." He said. She pulled it out.
"I…just kinda found it. Worked like a charm though." She said and set it down.
"Hmm, never get a chance to work with this, got a project already brewing. Mind leaving it with me? Free of charge to make this a weapon that Titans would fear…or something close."
"Oh! Go ahead! I've only ever shot it twice." She said but he wasn't listening by that point.
"Break Action, buckshot. Short range but tight spread…" His words seemed to devolve into mumbling. Sara shrugged and walked off, leaving the man to his work.
"So Seraph, can I request books to my room?" She asked.
"We have a digital archive Sara, you'll have a terminal." He said.
"Awesome!" She said. She took the long walk to her room in the tower and the door slid open for her. Nothing fancy. A TV, couch, coffee table. Small kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. Three rooms, her new home. She sat on the bed and sighed, and finally got a real chance to think.
She didn't have a past, not anymore. Yet thoughts linger. Thoughts she can't even make out, she won't try for now. "Seraph, can you request articles and books on the Fallen. Culture, Language, the more studious stuff." She said as Seraph appeared and went to a terminal by her bed.
"Of course! I'll also get books Ikora requests every Warlock to read." He said and data started pouring in. She sighed and looked in a closet and found…normal clothes. Sleeveless shirt, jacket, sweatpants and the like. She looked at her armor and shrugged and got dressed. She had a feeling Seraph would either not look or already knew what she looked like well enough.
"So, second lot at life huh?" She said looking out her window into the city.
"The Vanguard will probably want us to go out and get our NLS drive the second they find it so be ready." Seraph said.
"Calm down Seraph, for now…let me take in the sights. I'm gonna be here a long time, so I'll take in the generals now." She said.
"Right…I should do the same. It's been a while." He said and came up next to her.
"Seraph?" She asked.
"Yes Sara?" He asked looking over to see her smiling at him.
"Thanks for bringing me back."
DWA: Soooo yeah, Destiny fanfic. My major worry is that with new games I lose old interests. But TAA is on hold until I get back my spark for Pokémon and I've needed a bit of variety