Ghost Fragment - The Journal of Mason Glade: Red Death 1
This is the tale of how I encountered the Devil Weapon, Red Death, early in my years as a competent Guardian. My companions, Thresher Maul the Titan, and Drent Arrow the Hunter, and I had finally stocked our arsenals with L-class weapons, but had yet to claim any E-classes for ourselves. To be honest, at that point, none of us had even come to know anybody who had - not that that is important necessarily, but I think it is a context that adds to the story.
I was in my quarters in the tower when Thresher came. I was practicing using solar light techniques that Krii Parcel had tried to teach me; I was a slow learner, and the natural talent I possessed for void light seemed not to apply. I did, however, feel that I was coming close to mastering one of the more advanced techniques - more on that later.
"Mason!" he called through the door. I was not in a state to answer. "Mason! Don't tell me you've vaporized yourself again!" There was a click as my ghost unlatched the door. Thresher entered my quarters and regarded the innumerable particles of myself that danced around the room. "Again Mason?" he asked.
"Give him a moment. *click* He almost has it," my ghost informed him.
"I'm certain he does, but Drent is waiting for us. There will be more time for practice later."
"Very well. *beep* I will revive him."
Dammit. I was close. I felt all of my fragmented particles begin to stir at my ghost's will, (not my own, sadly) and after a moment - and a flash of light - I was whole again.
"I hope this is worth the interruption," I said as I turned to Thresher.
"I think just about anything would be after the performance I just witnessed..." Thresher jested.
My ghost came to my defense. "He was quite close actually. *boop* I could feel it."
"Of course he was. Now lets get going," said Thresher.
"Going where?" I asked. "The Speaker hasn't given us a mission; our ghosts would know. Is this another one of Arrow's 'adventures'?"
"He does get bored easily when we spend too much time around the tower, and it's been quiet lately," Thresher observed. He was right.
"Where to this time then?" I asked as I turned and retrieved my scout rifle from my arms-locker. I set the weapon to my back and then held up my fusion rifle to my ghost. He absorbed it for me to equip later, along with my machine gun.
"The moon," Thresher told me.
"Ah. Are we taking on the Fallen or the Hive? Or are we just going to enjoy another picnic?"
"I still think that was an improper use of a Hunter's cloak. *click* ..." my ghost commented.
Maul laughed. "No such thing as an improper use, according to Drent. But no. No picnics this time. Drent informed me we would indeed be seeing some combat."
I grinned. "Alright. I could use a little target practice anyways."