The Demon of Destiny
Desert Punk + Destiny Fanfiction
Disclaimer: It's obvious I own neither Destiny (belongs to Bungie) nor Desert Punk (Belongs to GONZO).
A/N: I understand that Desert Punk's original story took place in year 3000+, however I'm changing it to fit into a Pre-Traveler collapsed world. Desert Punk's choice to join the Oasis Government still stands and all known attributes and choices Kanta Mizuno (Desrt Punk) made in the show is still enabled. Kanta Mizuno was 20 years old at death (3 years after events of Desert Punk) and around that time, the Traveler had been found. I understand it sounds about crack-pot, but I hope you like it. Please Enjoy~!
Chapter 1: Awakening
"...-ardian... Guardian? Eyes up Guardian..." The metallic voice said with surprise in his own voice as he seemed delighted with the result, the human man in front of him was beginning to awaken... "I can't believe it worked! You're alive! You don't know how long I've been looking for you... The speaker informed me that today would be an important day today. Now I see what he meant... I am a 'Ghost'- well, technically, now I'm YOUR ghost.."
The human's eyes were in much a daze, vision mostly blurred, his eyes suddenly shot open as he felt all of his nerves slowly begin to function again, his hands being held up with what little control he had, and his fingers still jittering as life came back to them. The whole process felt like a similar sensation to when one's foot would fall asleep, multiplied by ten! When he finally was able to control his movements, he, very slowly, began to stand...
The little polygon of light floated in front of him, watching the human slowly get stable. "Guardian." His metallic voice was reacted to by the human's face suddenly shooting him a startled look, as if it he JUST realized the floating light was there! "Guardian..." He resumed, "I understand how this must sound.. But you've been dead a long time, so you're going to see a lot of things you won't understand-"
Suddenly a roar was heard! It echoed throughout the snow ridden graveyard of rusted vehicles, which is what the human realized was around him... Cars. He knew what they were, but was surprisingly startled by how many there were... The second thing he was startled by was the snow, the cold that made him shake a bit, his reaction was as if he had never seen snow before.. this was all happening while the floating ball looked to him again after checking their surroundings. "We aren't safe here. This is Fallen Territory. I'm gonna need you to do what I say, and I'll get you out of here." He said, before backing up a foot or so away from the human, who slowly nodded, grunting a bit when he began to move, still getting the hang of it.
"Hold still!" The light said before flying at him quicker than the human could react, flinching in response as the ball suddenly disappeared, making the man question if he was even there at all, only to jump for a bit when the voice came again from nowhere "Don't worry, I'm still here. We have to get out of here, quickly." He stated.. At first the human male looked around, his steel eyes taking in all around him...
Cars... Snow... Rockets-HOLYCRAPROCKETS!? He witnessed Rocket Ships facing upright against stationary towers, just then the icy wind blew, making him shiver again! Where the hell was he? What was this place? This was all so confusing to the man, panicking somewhat when the ghost spoke to him again.
"Listen, I didn't revive you so you could die again. Please, we need to head inside, there's shelter in that wall up ahead, better in there than out here." He explained, and the man slowly walked, slowly but surely, picking up the pace when he heard another screech from beyond in a location he couldn't detect, his brain was only operating at a slow pace, he couldn't remember ANYTHING besides the couple moments just spent with the Ghost. Now he was running? Running from what?
"GRRRRAAGGHHHH!" Another high-pitched howl was heard in the distance, this one was even closer! Oh yeah, that's what he was running from! He quickly made a dash for the building in front of him. When he reached the door, his boots and outfit he was revived with were scraped with small bits of snow. They were pretty shabby, brown in color, but still, it was better than nothing. Shutting the metal door behind him, it made a shuttering sound against the rusty metal of the walls. This place has gone to hell, and he noticed... He scaled the stairs ahead of him as he made his way further into the darkness of the wall of whatever complex was ahead of them.
"Okay, I need to find you a weapon before the Fallen find us-" he stopped speaking at the clanging sounds of claws climbing along ceiling was heard and he stopped, staring at the ceiling as the Ghost warned him "Quiet! Not a sound... They can hear us.."
Moving, slowly, forward, they passed many caged metal floors and walls, plenty of them deteriorated.. The building grew darker as they traveled on, the Ghost lighting up their path, connecting the light to his newly revived guardians point of view, he and the ghost jumping back when they saw a creature hiding in one of the many holes metal walls, this creature's eyes flashed of blue and was clad in plenty of red. It screeched at them quickly before scaling the metal pole it was currently climbing, out of their sight.
The Ghost looked spoke again to his human guardian when they entered a pitch-black area. "The Fallen thrive in the darkness, we won't, we need light." It seemed like a balcony connecting to a much larger room, which was pitch-black as well, with the exception of the Ghosts bold eye-light, that and countless small specs of blue lights aiming in their direction. The Ghost didn't seem to notice this, but the human did. When the lights suddenly sparked on by the Ghosts doing, all the foreign forms stood on many platforms and scaffolds within the room, instantly reacting and climbing/jumping toward them.
The human male's eyes widened, not even bothering to focus on them, more-so rushing to get OUT of the way of their charge, sprinting toward a semi-shut cage door, sliding under it, the Ghost flying under behind him. "There! I found a weapon!" He focused his bright eye toward a fallen Auto Rifle right at his feet, instantly, the human reached for it, picking it up and almost naturally forming a grip around it. Aiming it forward, the human seemed a bit more confident, much to the Ghost's silent appreciation.
As they passed through the dark halls of the decrepit building, he jumped back in surprise as one of the red-adorned creatures leapt down to his level from a broken hole in the roof, aiming his one-handed gun at Guardian, sending two spiraling shock rounds at him. The human leapt out of the way quickly, grunting on impact as he loaded the auto rifle, aiming it and firing rapid rounds, instantly impaling it with many shots, finally ending it when it's head burst, indicating it being dead.
The human Guardian didn't care, dashing ahead, ready for further confrontation, reloading it instinctively, turning the corner, stopping when red lasers cross his path! "Trip Mines! Don't touch them!" The ghost warned him. He got an idea instantly, his past genius slowly starting to return to him. As he spotted one of the Fallen Dregs making their way toward the sound of gunfire, he ducked passed the trip mines, sprinting into the looping space that connected to the hall he was earn, but further down.
As the fallen infantry ran toward the trip mine, and saw nothing, the Guardian sprinted out and behind him, aiming his rifle and fired off at his back, letting it respond by trying to run away from him- RIGHT into the trip mine, the explosion being heard by more of them; but it did also earn a small chuckle from the human Guardian. "Finally, some form of life from you~" chimed the Ghost.
The human finally retorted words, "I don't remember much, but I do know that I enjoy watching stupid people be stupid~" he chuckled, saying no more as he returned into the small loop, waiting for more of the Fallen reinforcements that did come-as he expected.
Reaching down his equipment on his chest, finding a knife there, beautiful. Performing a quick melee kill on the Fallen Dreg that passed by first, turning to face a new Fallen. The Vandal with his red cape, ROARED at the human, who wasn't fazed, instead, just running back into the loop, the Vandal preparing for him by pulling out his Shock Sword, dashing in after him! But he was one step ahead of the Vandal, lighting him up with Auto Rifle rounds!
Grinning, he walked over the dead Vandal, moving on toward a supply warehouse-like room, with crates stacked up and leaking water filling a puddle in the room, instantly sprinting for cover when several Fallen in the room reacted to his presence, 3 Vandals and 4 Dregs all jumping off their patrolling positions to find the human who just infiltrated their territory. Hiding behind a stack of metal crates, the Guardian pulled out his auto rifle, turning around the corner, only to get AMBUSHED by a Dreg, talking in its foreign, raspy language of words and clicks. The Dreg then pulled out its one shock sword, it's blade glowing and sparking, as it stepped toward the downed Guardian, grunting in anger as he had been bested by an ambush, suddenly turned his frown upside-down, pulling out a fortune-given shotgun, firing off the scattergun! The Dreg falling to its death instantly.
Finding more ammo around him, he knew the Fallen were quickly rushing toward him, calculating his next move. Jumping OVER the crate, with his newly acquired shotgun aimed to the side he just vaulted, incase any one of the Fallen would have saw him and followed him up. Luckily that wasn't case. Keeping himself down so none of them could see him.
This was his chance to escape... Or to observe... 'Know your enemy' after-all. He began to observe the Fallen all communicate through signals with their hands, or, more specifically, the Vandals communicate with their four arms and hands, ordering the Dregs to go in first and scout the room for the human intruder.
"Guess the extra arms are what make the leaders stand out, kinda primitive I suppose.." The human commented rather crudely. Quickly noticing the propane tanks set in the corner, lighting off a few rounds into them and ducking for cover on the other side of the crates he laid upon, feeling the impact of the explosion of the old propane tank.
"Clever." Stated the Ghost, watching what had happened. "Except now all the Fallen within 300 yards probably heard that.."
The human smirked, more and more personality leaking through as his confidence made a bold step when he stepped out into the middle of the room to face what's next, a Dreg and a Vandal is all that stood between him and the exit up ahead. With quick aim, a scattergun shot toward his enemies was all it took to down one, the Dreg, the Vandal jumping back, readying what looked like a throwing knife of some kind, throwing it to the ground, right next to the Guardian's feet.
"HA! You missed you moron!" The punk called out to the Vandal who laughed as the knife-like object began to flow at he tip! Faster and faster! "Uh oh!" The guardian whimpered before rolling off to the side BARELY escaping the slipping snakes of shocking blue jolts and chains of electricity. With barely any armor on, that would have killed him... Again. The Guardian reacted to the Fallen's overconfidence, pulling out his auto-rifle and firing in burst-controlled rounds, making each one hit it where it hurt! In a matter of seconds, the Vandal was dead, and it was time for them to get out of this stuffy building/wall surrounding God-knows-what.
As the figure of the Guardian walked out into the light of the moon, he gazed up at the sky, glittered with stars and ribboned with aurora, it was something his memory didn't hold, even if he could remember it. His steel eyes widened with a odd happiness... The silence was interrupted by the calmer voice of his Ghost, "This is the Cosmodrome, a network of many complexes, each with its own criteria; space expedition, exploration, colonization, observation, and many other forms of research.."
The Ghost was appearing to the guardian before him when he said that, but disappeared when suddenly, a rumbling was heard and felt by them, the earth trembled as the sky began to ripple- no! Distort, and before he could even blink, as if it were a great monster dipping into water, the giant metallic vessel with the unbalanced "eye-like" feature began to slowly hold itself in the high atmosphere, still very visible to the Guardian and his Ghost.
"Fallen ships!?-this close to the surface!?" The Ghost seemed to question this reality for only a second, until the gigantic vessel began to propel itself through the sky, many smaller Fallen drop-ships began to fly toward their position as the giant ship flew over them! "Move!" The Ghost called to him just as the drop-ships hovered over their target.
"That crap explosion from that dirt-old propane couldn't have caused this!" The Guardian called to his invisible A.I. friend, speaking about the obvious call of cavalry from the Fallen. "No" The Ghost replied "This is obviously for something else, but it's very unlike the Fallen to just 'show up' like this!" The Guardian shook his head as he ran for cover out in the open, he couldn't believe his luck, not even remembering that this sort of luck is the kind he always had, long ago, in the days of the Great Kanto Desert.
Choosing to hide in a small, almost dirt-covered shack as Vandals and Dregs, as well as red drones seemed to follow them, hovering around their Fallen masters. The Vandals commanding the Dregs and Shank drones to search for the punk that just wiped out a whole squad of their own. The Guardian peeked out the window, seeing at least a dozen Fallen that appeared from the two drop-ships that hovered over the immediate area. He needed to get to the building on the other side of the Divide between the complexes of the much bigger Cosmodrome.
The Ghost then appeared, hovering close to his Guardian. "Listen. I want to know, incase we don't make it out of this..." He stopped for a moment, looking at the guardian, watching his eyes, how they seemed so focused on the outside area "...what is your name? Do you remember?" He questioned the Guardian that didn't bother to look back at the floating light, instead focusing... calculating...
"My name?" The tanner Guardian of black hair and steel eyes asked, finally looking at the Ghost for a second, pulling out his shotgun he luckily found on the field on his way here... "Kanta... Kanta Mizuno..." He said, a grin slowly forming on is face as he looked back out there, a strange foreboding glare of ferocity and cunning seemed to deviate in his eyes. "...and I don't plan on dying today. Not by these morons." He stated to his ghost, finally, with a plan formulated, he stood up, he knew he was defenseless, on lucky shot with their weapons, he's a goner, but he knew what to do, he knew he was smarter than any one of those nimrod aliens standing out there. And he was about to prove it. "Let's go, Blinky." He said to his Ghost, who halted for a second at his new nickname, then realizing that he did not have time to reply as Kanta had already left him, dashing out beyond the snowy hills, he was about to witness the true power of genius in battle.
Right. That's about it, thank you very much for reading this far, will continue very soon. I love DP and Destiny very much~ if you have any questions or comments, please feel free. Thank you very much, and goodnight!