Traitor to the Cause
A Destiny Fanfic
Note: This story works off of the "Destiny crackpot theory" originally proposed on Reddit by a user named neocitron. If you are not familiar with this theory, I suggest you search "Game Theory Destiny" on YouTube, the first result should be a video explaining the theory. Enjoy!
The Cosmodrome
Old Russia, Earth
In one of the many long-abandoned buildings of the Cosmodrome, a battle raged. It had started just like any patrol for a certain Exo Hunter who had initiated it, but it would soon turn into one of the most important, fateful encounters of his life.
Cog-38 fired his pulse rifle again and again, sending bursts of projectiles tearing through the horde of Fallen enemies. Many of his shots hit their marks, but an unfortunate few passed by their targets, hitting the wall on the opposite side of the room and sending up showers of sparks. The Hunter cursed upon seeing this; he was running low on ammo already, and the opposing forces just seemed to be getting thicker.
He tried slowing down, taking his shots more carefully, and still missed a few. Cog had no idea why his Ghost had chosen him; he had ironically bad aim for a Hunter, and on top of that he had no real courage to speak of. He had never seen himself as fit to be a Guardian, and the grim situation he was in was just affirming this notion. Still, despite his doubts he kept on fighting, taking cover behind a large bank of computers and peeking out every once in a while to let off a few rifle bursts.
Eventually he ran out of ammunition for the pulse rifle, and was forced to switch to his shotgun. Rushing towards the nearest of the enemies, he opened fire, trying to take out as many has he could. The sound of each shot boomed out like thunder, and with each pull of the trigger an enemy fell. His shields were falling fast, but he kept pushing. He managed to take out a large chunk of the Fallen before they got into the red, but by then he had already spent the majority of his shotgun shells.
Soon he had taken his last few shots, and was forced to make one final, last-ditch attempt. Using up the last bits of power he had, Cog summoned his Golden Gun. As the Light-charged pistol materialized in his hands, he took careful aim and disintegrated the nearest of the enemies. The other Fallen moved back behind cover, and those that failed to do so were felled by the blasts from the powerful gun. But soon the Golden Gun ran out of charges, and Cog-38's final advantage was lost.
As the Light faded away, the shadows in the chamber seemed to grow much larger and more substantial. The Fallen rushed towards the Hunter, and he knew this was the end. All back-up plans and energies exhausted, Cog-38 did the last thing he could do. He raised his hands and surrendered.
The Fallen continued to surge towards the Hunter, completely surrounding him. Yet, strangely enough, they did not open fire upon him. They were still cautious, true, weapons still raised and ready to cut him down at any second, but they did not do so. Instead, they appeared to be conversing with each other.
It didn't take to long for Cog to come up with a theory on what was going on, but just because it came to his mind quickly didn't make it any more believable. It would seem as though the Fallen were discussing what to do with him, and yet he knew that it couldn't be true. He had never heard of such a thing; why would the Fallen start taking prisoners now, when all he had ever known them to do was kill?
Suddenly the group parted, making way for the biggest member of their kind that Cog had ever seen. It's four arms were large and strong, and in them it carried a large staff, devoid of ornament. The large Fallen approached the Exo warily, sizing him up. It circled around him, inspecting every inch of the Guardian's person, and Cog could smell it's strong odor even through his helmet.
After making several slow laps around the Hunter, the Fallen leader uttered something in it's own guttural language, walking back down through the crowd surrounding them. And then something miraculous happened. The Fallen lowered their weapons and began to follow their leader. The ones behind Cog ushered him forward, and he realized that while they were not going to kill him, they were taking him with them. He was not sure which fate was worse, but he would surely find out soon.
