Cannons of Void and beams of Solar were flashing around him, with the occasional Arc shot for good measure, the Vex temple slowly turning more and more into a desecrated battlefield, with Minotaur's and Hobgoblins spraying his position with constant fire, meaning any chance he had to shoot back was instantly crushed, and to make matters worse, the voices in his head wouldn't stop complaining about it.
"Honestly I can't believe you keep getting us in these situations." Spoke the little golf ball sized super computer next to him, voice carrying a hint of mirth, and slight disappointment.
Another voice joined in, sounding young and female, while carrying a large amount of innocent concern only a child could produce. "Just don't get shot, alright?"
As if he was supposed to know the Vex would once again reappear when he cleared them out.
He clutched the bundle of light in his hand, waiting for the opportune time to unleash his power, but first, he had to figure out how to get some cover fire out, before his little Lightbulb got even more snarky. He lifted his hand cannon, the Fatebringer resting in his hand, and prepared to let lose some death.
He shade stepped to the left, narrowly missing a Minotaur blast, before he set his sights on the nearest threat, a Hobgoblin, only just catching on to its demise, before it found its chest ripped to shreds by the Fatebringers explosive ordinance, he switched his aim, sighting in upon a pair of Goblins, he released two more shots from the hand cannon, also ending their robotic lives, but before he could celebrate, he found himself once again being targeted by the Minotaur's, only this time, he was ready.
He intensified his grip upon the ball of light in his palm, shattering it with his Light enhanced strength, and felt the power of the Traveler fill his body.
He focused on that power, channeling it into his arms, his legs, his very soul, and swam through it, putting his sights on the electricity within him.
His body began to glow, Arc energy flowing over his body, enhancing his strength to even larger degrees, making his body faster, more resilient, and more importantly, allowing him to flood his system with the power of Arc.
A staff formed into his open hand, Fatebringer safety transmatted into his inventory, and he begin to glow even brighter, blocking out any shot that managed to reach him, and blinding the optics of the vex for a brief moment.
When they could see once again, they found death amongst them.
The Hunter was wading between them, a staff made of pure Arc energy clutched in his hand, expertly dodging and weaving between the hive mind like Vex platforms, somehow seeming to sense the bolts and explosives that were coming in from all around him. He was decimating them, every twist of his staff brought death, every leap brought him closer to his next target, and every flicker of his Light cast out the robots attempting to kill him, he was lost in the moment, Arc energy casting out all worries, all doubts, and leaving behind nothing but warm peace.
He attempted to enjoy the feeling of it, soaking it all up before the inevitable end to his glorious killing spree, and when it did come, he let it go, watching as the last of his enemies died, and his ethereal glow became a small flicker.
He sighed, taking a look around at the devastation he had caused.
The once pristine Vex building was now covered in scorch marks, the lights to the room having been mostly disabled by his intense channeling of Arc energy, leaving the enclosed room once again in near total darkness, and letting his Ghost finally come out of where he had been hiding.
He looked around, taking in all of the broken Vex pieces that the Hunter had left behind, before floating closed to his helmeted face and speaking. "Well, it certainly was a good lightshow, I would maybe tone down the jumping, makes you look like a monkey." He finished, voice smug and snarky, making his Guardian sigh.
He walked over towards a section of stone, lifting his prosthetic Vex leg and checking to make sure it hadn't been damaged in the firefight, keenly aware of the two presences attempting to get his attention.
"Stitch, check the area, I don't want any more surprises, and be thorough! I swear if you let another Goblin in here…" The hunter spoke, leaving his threat unsaid, of course it was a hollow one, but he really was tired of getting ambushed when he decided to take a nap.
He turned his attention back towards his leg, noticing a small scorch mark, most likely from when he had used his Super, it was sloppy work, but he was tired and he wanted to finish the fight quickly.
He sighed, finally acknowledging the tiny voice casting itself into his mind, before he gave a look at his bone covered arm and leg, and tried not to roll his eyes.
Io was a mystery, even to Stitch, no member of the Vanguard had ever encountered a child Ahamkara that could talk, although with the Vanguards shoot first, check to see if peaceful attitude, he wasn't really surprised that no one had seen anything like Io.
She was much like him, she couldn't remember her species extinction, nor did she want to, from the reports of Lord Shaxx and Lord Saladin, it was a brutal hunt for any of her kind, with most of the kills being very… inhumane.
Of course he kept Io a secret from all of the Vanguard members, using bones of the Ahamkara was already heavily frowned upon, but using ones that could talk to you? They were to be destroyed on sight, of course he always was one to break the rules, it was why Cayde and him got along so well.
Stitch knew of course, it was hard to not notice another voice in their heads, he had also been skeptical on whether or not they should turn her into the Vanguard, but somehow, she had managed to convince them she didn't want to take over their brains.
It also helped that she was about to be incinerated by a Golden gun, but they had gotten past that.
He shook his head, confirming that yes, his leg hadn't been totaled, before he had Stitch summon his Fatebringer from storage, he checked it over, confirming that no additional scratches had been dealt to it in his brief skirmish, and after confirming that it was in working condition, he moved on to his other weapons.
His Dregs promise was also working fine, with a small amount of dirt here and there, while his Bolt Caster was still as sharp as the day Shaxx and him had made it, the only real cause for concern in his armory was his Bad Juju.
It was also covered in Io's bones, with her permission of course, it gave the sinister rifle a large amount of her consciousness, somehow anyway, even she didn't know how it worked, but it had kept her safe when the Tower was lost.
He shook his head, focusing on the weapon in his hand, and seeing the danger he had almost put himself in.
It was once again becoming unstable, using three exotics at once usually did that to anyone's gear, but somehow Io's bones stopped the process, for the most part anyway, they all had to be connected, and usually that took its toll on the girls' mind.
The solution was to not use them, but the risk of someone gaining knowledge of Io and how she was already deeply included into his and Stich's neural link was too great, so he always kept her bones close, because he wouldn't let her be taken as well.
He shook that off, before focusing on the entire reason he was out here, his goal, and his prize.
He placed down a small holo square, switching it on with a flick of a switch, and producing a large blue hologram. A large Vex spire stretched for miles into the sky, it was certainly impressive, but what he came for was under the cloud filled sky, and even under the broken and cracked ground of Nessus, it was another Vex Vault, similar to the Vault of Glass, but, if his intel was accurate, even grander in its prize.
Vex weapons were hard to come by, and even harder to keep in working order, but when they did, they were some of the best guns in the galaxy, and he was after as many of such guns as he could.
He wasn't just in it for loot either, if he could get his hands on those guns, they could possibly be analyzed by Stich and others, maybe give them an edge against the Red Legion.
He set his sights on his visor, bringing up his inventory space to see if all his other weapons were present, before he strapped a lose knife back into his boot, then he set his sights on his newly destroyed bed roll, which the Vex had absolutely totaled with their laser beams and other such nonsense.
He sighed, sending Stich a thought to collect it for repairs, before he brought out his Queenbreakers bow from storage.
He walked calmly outside the temple, eyes peeled towards his radar and surrounding in case the Vex decided to pull another fast one upon him, and get utterly destroyed in the process, because he honestly wasn't in the mood to be fighting Vex all day, he was too old for that shit.
Once he had cleared the dark and dreary temple, he calmly walked over towards a large out cropping of rocks, he settled down, and set his sights upon his objective.
There were Guardians close by, about two miles out if his scope was to be believed, and judging by the Light they were leaving behind, they were participating in a Strike. He snorted, laughing at Zavala and his "Strike protocols" and moved his sights over towards his objective, which the Guardians were currently moving towards.
He blinked, before confirming that they were definitely moving towards the Vault, something that could absolutely NOT happen, especially since they were all heavily under equipped for the dangers they would face inside the Vault that reportedly held more death traps then the Vault of Glass.
He sighed, before he called Stitch over.
"Stitch! Get me my Sparrow, these fools are gonna get themselves killed…" he murmured, voice signaling that he wasn't going to enjoy this, it wasn't his job to handle all the Vanguard jockeys who thought they were special because they had Light.
He wasn't on hostile terms with the Vanguard, but after he had disobeyed orders, and went directly into the Cabal controlled Last City to get Io back, he was essentially an outcast, much like the Sunbreaker order of Titans, except he was alone, with two voices in his head, joy.
Of course Zavala didn't take to well to him leaving his post of helping other Guardians protect the members of the Last City to go get his 'gear back' so he was given an ultimatum, stay at the Camp and surrender his bones, or leave the Vanguard entirely.
He didn't regret his choice.
"Stitch, where is my Sparrow!?" except when Dinklebot kept stalling about giving him his gear.
"Will you cool down for a second?" His Ghost questioned, voice carrying the same amount of irritation towards the Guardians below him, because he wanted the guns just as much as his Hunter. "Do you know how hard it is to move a hundred something pound hover bike out of storage? If you want to carry it around all day, be my guest." He finished, leaving before his Hunter could finish giving him the middle finger.
He grumbled, having Stitch put the Queenbreakers bow into storage before he moved towards his newly formed Sparrow, the Gjallarwing, and sat upon its seat.
He checked the statistics in his Hud, trying to confirm that all his gear was secure, he didn't want his Zealot Helmet to fall off again because he left it unlatched, and once he confirmed that all his gear and bones were in place, he consulted Io on her condition.
"You alright in there Io? Feeling ready to go smack some Kinderguardians?" he asked, hoping that she would actually respond to his insult towards the young ones across the way.
He was disappointed when she didn't take his bait, and said some words about sharing. "Maybe we could give them some of the guns when we clear the Vault? They look like they need it…" she finished, voice cutting down to a small whisper, her ghostly voice causing Stitch and himself to pause for a moment.
They both gave looks, one helmeted head pointed towards a floating golf ball, before they both gave a resounding. "Naw!" and speed off towards their objective, hoping to catch the foolish Guardians before they got swallowed by the Darkness, all the while ignoring the girlish voice screaming in the back of their head about going 'too fast'.
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Honestly, flying across the landscape in a Sparrow was a great feeling, almost as good as channeling his Light, but then again, nothing could match that feeling, so it was a moot point, maybe getting a perfect headshot in the Crucible? He didn't really have much time to ponder that, because he was coming up towards the Vault, and the Guardians who thought they could handle it.
He slowed himself, attempting to calm the screaming Ahamkara in his head, and he sent the signal for Stitch to bring the Sparrow back into his inventory.
He jumped, catching serious air because of the momentum the Sparrow provided, and with a small flair of his powers, blinked safety towards the group of Guardians who had raised weapons at him. He snorted, watching them with a critical eye, noticing several pieces of gear that were offering very low protection status, meaning that his observation about them being young was correct.
They all stared at him, trying to figure out just what he was doing, but some had definitely caught sight of his leg, which irritated him to no end, because they just kept staring at it.
He sighed, hoping to quickly get this over with before they bit off more than they could chew.
"Planning on going into the Vault?" he asked, trying to keep a jovial and amused voice, hiding the irritation he was having expertly. "I don't know if Zavala told you guys yet, but that place is off limits, it's an extreme challenge for even veteran Guardians, now, im not a mean person, so how about we just turn around and leave before something big comes out to crush us like a bug, and I won't tell the Vanguard, alright?" He finished, doing a flourish of his arms toward the looming structure behind him, hoping they would take the bait.
It didn't seem to work well, the only one who seemed upset with him was the Titan, and that was a bad combination, for them that is.
"I know who you are, you're that Outcast Hunter, left a bunch of people to die just for some gear, I don't think you have the right to give us orders!" he finished, voice masculine and old, sounding as though his body was in its forties, maybe older, but all that mattered was the void flickering in his hands, signaling he was either going for a bubble, or an Aegis.
Either one was unacceptable.
"If you know me, then you understand just how bad it would be for you to challenge me, I don't want a fight kid, but if you try to go in that Vault, I'm gonna have to start one." He threatened, voice going cold, and arms starting to shine with the power of the void, while Fatebringer appeared in his hand.
The Titan didn't look impressed, while his buddies, a Warlock and a Hunter, looked hesitant, most likely having heard about just how strong his Light was, all he hoped for was that they would talk some sense into their hot headed friend, maybe even keep him from wiping his Titan face into Vex dirt.
The Warlock spoke next, voice carrying a grace that only Awoken females could possess, trying to calm her friend. "18, you know him, we won't be able to win, let's take his advice, if he is hesitant to go in there, maybe we should be too."
"Hesitant? Im not hesitant." He thought, projecting his voice to Stitch and Io, making their conversation mute to outside ears.
"She has a point you know." Stitch thought back, not appearing over his shoulder in case the Titan didn't heed his friend's advice. "We have no idea what could be in there, we won't be able to fight off another Atheon." He finished.
Io also decided now was the time to speak up, only this time in defense of the Guardian she inhabited. "But the Vanguard needs those weapons, even if we aren't with them, we can still help…" She spoke, once again showing her shy nature by quieting down once the Titan looked at her Guardian.
The Titan sat there for a moment, before he turned around, and walked away, his Hunter and Warlock friends only shooting the elder Hunter a look underneath their helmets, before they all left.
He sighed, thankful that he didn't need to put off getting into the Vault any longer, and that he didn't have to fight, he wasn't really interested in fighting someone who could keep reviving themselves.
The fact that he was outnumbered was also a thing
He turned, having Stitch scan the front of the Vault for any signs of an entrance, and any signs of the keyhole they would need to open said door. With a mental command, Stitch begrudgingly pulled out a strange Key, made of the same material that all Vex were created with, and sporting a strange energy that held a similar quality to Atheon's, it was their key into the Vault, hopefully.
He hadn't actually tried it, but it was a way to enter the Vault without summoning a Gate, which would be near impossible to do in this place, because all the summoner pads had been destroyed by Cabal bombardment, yet the door to riches and wonders was untouched, except for small scorch marks from the aforementioned Cabal.
He felt the Key in his hand tingle, signaling some sort of reaction, and he held it up, noticing that the same time distortion effect the Vex made was also happening to the key, only nothing was moving, which was strange.
"Guardian, picking up a whole lot of activity on the radar, whatever it is, its deciding to stay back for now, but we need to hurry." Stitch spoke, alerting the Hunter that he had a timeline, and it might close at any time.
He hurried towards the triangle like door, distinctively different from the Vault on Venus, and held up the Key which had intensified its shaking, almost making his hand numb from the intensity of it, but he held on, until suddenly the Key went flying towards the door, the whole building seeming to shake in reaction to the tiny key he had held in his hand, the shaking got so bad that he had almost lost his balance, until everything stopped, the shaking, the Key's light, even the air seemed to stop moving.
The silence was broken by Stitch appearing over his shoulder, voice tiny and whisper like.
"Is that it?"
And just as suddenly as the Key started shaking, it exploded into a bright light, blinding the Guardian for a brief moment with its intensity, and causing him to twist his body and raise his Fatebringer in case any enemies decided to take advantage of his moment of weakness.
When the light cleared, he could see no Vex near him, the only sound that of the wind, which had just begun to come back from whatever stasis field the Vault had locked them into.
He turned again, seeing the Vault door beginning to open, darkness waiting for him on the other side, and a metallic floor that didn't match up with any of his recording in the Vault of Glass, it was different, not bronze, but a shade of silver, and everything appeared to be coated in the strange colored metal, making the Vault look like it was created by something that wasn't the Vex.
He stepped cautiously into the dark room, eyes on guard for any Vex that could be hiding, and any secrets that could be unveiled from this place.
"Stitch, check the room, see if anything's up." He spoke softly, trying to keep his voice low and level, because he was still unsure about the new design he was seeing.
He took a closer look, finding that the color seemed to match well with the Vex Precursors they had found inside the Vault of Glass, which meant that this temple could also be heavily influenced by the Vex and their time powers.
He took a step back, now seriously examining the place he had walked in, scanning every inch of the silver plated room, trying to find any clue as to the secrets the place could hold. If he were to be honest with himself, the thought of the Vex sending his precious self scattering through time, or even worse, being erased from history terrified him to no end, because as soon as he stepped foot in this place, he gave control over time itself over to the Vex, and he barely made it out alive last time he did it.
Only the power of Light gave him the ability to defy Atheon and his displacement ability, and even then, he only barely managed to wrestle his Fate from the god like Vex.
He shook his head once more, aware of the concerned 'look' Io was giving him, and set his sights on another door opposite to him, open and unassuming. If anything the Vex made could be called such.
"Stitch, give me some intel here, what kind of control do they have over time?" he asked, eyes never leaving the door across the way, even when his Ghost materialized next to him.
"Looks like pretty basic stuff for their Vaults, we might have some trouble getting a signal out, or, we might find another Guardian down here." He finished, robotic eye dancing around at anything that seemed to move in the Darkness.
The Hunter nodded, before he got up from his position examining the strange silver plating, and went over towards the door that would most likely be a trap.
"Alright then, lets go Vex hunting." He accentuated this statement by summoning his Fatebringer from his inventory, and walked straight into the door, ignoring all protest, and ignoring the feeling of once again walking into the jaws of the Darkness.
He was a Guardian, and he made his own Fate.
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Fate sucked.
He had been saying that a lot, but when you spent what could have either been days or centuries searching through a Vault that was literally meant to screw with dimensional forces that shouldn't be screwed with, he had a right to vent a little.
"I mean really, who the hell would build robots that can travel through time in the first place? Any movie ever will say that's a really really bad idea." He complained, ignoring what was possibly the seventh time he had passed by the same Vex etching in the wall.
Stitch floated next to him, apparently playing a game of poker with a subroutine he had constructed a few days ago, or was it centuries? It was hard to tell when you're in a Vault, all he knew was that his Ghost had been very silent, only stopping to scan something neither the Guardian or the Ahamkara had seen before, which was very little.
He sighed, before addressing the child mind of his Ahamkara companion. "What do you think Io, feel anything in that ol noggin of yours?" He asked, trying to see if the extra ordinary senses of the Ahamkara could pierce the fog that Vaults placed upon his their Light, because she was cool like that.
Alas, his hopes of using Io as a boney loot detector turned false when she replied with a negative.
"I can't see anything… it's like the Void is being completely blocked from me, I don't like it…" She whispered, mind's eye looking towards anything that could cause them some form of harm, but if her Hunter was correct, nothing had been in here for at least a few hundred thousand years, which didn't really mean much when the Vex were concerned, but he seemed pretty confident.
The Hunter sighed, realizing that not only had he been passing by the same wall etching a lot, but he had probably asked that question five times as well, the Vex were really screwing with time if he could remember himself asking that same question five other times, one of them he was even a girl, which was amusing.
He set his feet down upon semi stable looking Vex metal, placing his pack down for what felt like the eighth time in the past few minutes, before he started cleaning his weapons, for the fifteenth time.
Fate REALLY sucked.
He could control his own, but the Vex always found little tiny ways to screw with it, such as somehow making him go back to a point where he had already walked, for the nineteenth Traveler damned time.
"Stitch, can you do something about these damn time screwy things?" he asked, irritation bubbling to the surface, because his ghost had probably also been affected by the Vex time screwy stuff, and he didn't really want to hear about how he lost at checkers to a dumb computer.
"Unless you can get me into the Vex hive mind, were going to have to deal with the jumps, or, you could stop walking into the same room that sends us back." He finished, thankfully done with his silent brooding, or checkers, as it was called by boring people.
"It's literally the only room here! Unless you want to space magic up a damn door, that's the only one we can go to!" he shouted, not in hostility towards Stitch, but towards the Vex Vault that was deciding to be a pain in his immortal ass.
As if reacting to his shouting, the whole Vault shook, dust particles coming free from their long wait, raining down upon the Guardian and the guns he had just cleaned, again.
All that was forgotten when all of the Vaults occupants found that a door had opened near them, opening up into a large looking room, filled with small lights, shiny doors, and thousands of Vex platforms.
Stitch instantly transmatted to a safer location, while also sending his Hunter Super Good Advice, which he loaded with ammo with nothing but a nod, he would certainly need it, the only time he had fought this many opponent was when he was in the Black Garden, and even then, none of them were Precursors, like right now.
He set his sights upon the nearest Vex Goblin, waiting for any move to indicate activation, any sign that he was going to have to fight of thousands of Vex, it was tense, all three minds waiting for the dreaded moment that they would activate, but strangely, nothing happened.
"Stich, why the hell aren't we dead right now?" He said across their link, hoping that the Vex couldn't somehow detect his nervous thoughts.
It took him a moment to respond, most likely because he was scanning, silently of course, for any sign as to why the Vex were taking a nap. "I don't know… something in here must be interfering with the hive mind, which is bad for us, because whatever can stop the Vex from communicating is definitely a threat." He finished.
The Hunter slowly lowered his gun, and set his sights upon the end of the room, where a massive door sat built into the end of the rows of Vex, the only door that was currently open.
"This is such a damn trap it's not even funny…"
Stitch and Io both agreed heavily, thinking the same thoughts as their Guardian, whatever was at the end of this room, was probably a bad thing, but they couldn't turn back, while fighting something that could overwhelm the Vex was a bad idea, it was better than being lost in time, forced to wander forever.
His first step was hesitant, eyes still wandering towards the deactivated Vex, searching for any sign of movement, and keeping his Super Good Advice ready for any hostile threats, but even when he was ten steps in, nothing moved, all sound seemed to have been taken, even the distinct clank of his robotic leg upon the floor was muted, as though something didn't want him to be heard.
He didn't know how much time had passed between him walking in the room, to him finally making it to the door, but when the door he had made it to closed with a small thud, he was glad to be rid of the thousands of Vex staring at him with their empty eyes.
Of course he wasn't expecting a holographic woman to greet him.
Everything stopped, no one, not even Io made a peep, all of them shocked into a large silence because of the ghostly looking woman that had appeared before them.
She was beautiful, even with the blue hologram distorting the image, you could see her golden hair and piercing blue eyes, staring at the Guardian before her with what looked like curiosity, and something akin to amusement.
The atmosphere was tense, the Hunter not knowing whether he should drop to a knee, or point his weapon at her, but his decision was made for him when he suddenly found his Super Good Advice being forcefully transmatted into the girl's hands.
Stitch made a sound of shock, most likely just as confused as to how the girl had gotten access to their transmatt codes, and how he didn't notice it.
He was immediately silenced when the girl spoke her first angelic words.
"You are different from the others…" she spoke, causing an involuntary shiver to come over all three of the minds across from her. "the others were, weak, unpowerful, they could not handle the Vex and their mind games, but you… something about you is different, stronger, you are just what I need." She finished, sending the Super Good Advice floating over towards the dumbstruck Guardian, who was trying hard to understand how others had gotten into the clearly locked Vault before him.
She gestured for him to follow, and after converging with the others in his head, they all agreed that this was most likely going to end badly, so they went with her, mindful of the plain hallways that were still the same shade of silver, with the occasional light here or there.
She was floating, her appearance still taking on a blue holographic look, yet somehow having her appear somewhat solid, it was confusing, especially since Stitch and his scans indicated she shouldn't even be physically possible.
She giggled, before looking over her shoulder to the Guardian and his floating Ghost.
"Nothing is impossible in the realm of the Vex, Little Light, always remember that when you come into strange places like this."
Both of them were shocked once again, converging and deciding that yes, she was in fact reading their link, which shouldn't have been possible.
"I swear, they never listen when I say nothing is impossible, but then again, you Guardians have always been rather simple minded, comes with the reality I suppose." She spoke, voice carrying a warmth that gave the impression of warm blankets and summer.
The way she had said that, it was almost like…
"You're not from this reality?" he questioned, watching the girl stop with caution.
"Ahh, so you can catch my hints, that is good, strength is not the only deciding factor for my Chosen, I'm glad you have figured it out so fast, the others were to dim witted to understand me." She explained, not seeming to notice the fact that the entire building was shifting, silver metal turning into a type of liquid form, shifting all over the area, except for where he was standing.
"What is this place? I haven't ever seen anything the Vex have made that looks like this…" he asked, looking in awe at the technological power that must have gone into building the silver liquid/metal.
She giggled once again, floating towards a door that had only just began to solidify out of the moving liquid.
"I would hope not, only those who have been Chosen are allowed to see this place, of course, you only passed the first two stages, so it's yet to be decided on whether or not you will remember this place." She finished, walking towards a large Vex Gate, which was shimmering with a blue glow, with the usual Vex portal distortion effect, except for the liquid look that it had, it was generally like a normal Gate.
He was… honestly stumped, she was implying many things, yet saying nothing, and if he was currect, she was putting him through tests, possibly the door and the time jumps, maybe even with his intelligence, he couldn't be sure, what he was sure of though, was that the door they walked in through was gone, and the Gate was slowly glowing brighter, meaning something was happening, and it probably wouldn't be good.
"Hmm, so you risked your already weak life to safe your third companion? Very brave of you, sneaking back into the Tower without your Light…" She spoke, causing Io, Stitch, and himself to tense up, looking towards the women who was sitting, while floating, next to a monitor that was playing out his rescue mission for Io.
"H-how are you doing this." He asked, voice shaking a small amount, because his mental defenses were supposed to block out influences like this, yet she was looking straight into his head, where even Orxy had trouble forcing his way through.
"Hmm, from your memories, I can gather that you are certainly worthy of being Chosen, you have slain what could be considered gods for your people, that is certainly impressive, but as I said, strength does not determine your readiness for being Chosen…" she spoke, drifting very close towards the man who was trying his best to not reach for a sidearm.
Suddenly, his helmet was gone, leaving his black hair open to the world, and his gray eyes to stare back into the blue of the girl before him.
"Loyalty is not just a word to you, it's a way of life, fighting till the bitter end is not how you want to die out, you wish to leave protecting your friends, and… you have a tenacity that even others of your kind cannot hope to match, being able to fight off Atheon and his imprinted Fate certainly proves such."
She hummed, before moving over to the still glowing portal, which had gotten even brighter in the brief time they had been speaking.
"I believe that because of these traits, you are worthy of being Chosen, what I am going to bestow upon you is a great honor, and an even greater burden, Guardian. I hope you can live up to your legend."
Suddenly, he dropped to the floor, body on fire with a power he had never felt before, aware of the voices in his head screaming in worry, but in so much pain that he could not hope to respond, his eyes were becoming blurry, his helmet the only thing that could block out the intense light bearing down upon his eyes from the portal, which had suddenly gotten a lot closer, and if he wasn't mistaken, he could feel the strange liquid time particles closing in around his body, and hear someone shouting his name, almost in a panic from the sound of it.
"Aiden, you need to snap out of it! Your Light is going critical! You need to use a super! Hurry!"
He blinked, recognizing the worry coming from his friend's voice, Io was worried, and for some reason, she wanted him to use a super, something about his Light going critical?
He couldn't think, so he only did, hoping that the power of the Void would flood out all the pain that the holographic girl had caused him, and hoping that he could slow the progress of whatever was dragging him into the Gate, because he wasn't ready to go yet, he needed to protect Stitch, protect Io.
He released all of his Light into a spectacular show of Void, flooding the room with a purple glow, and releasing a small amount of the pain that had been building up within his system, but not nearly enough to stop his head from spinning.
He struggled as much as he could, pouring all of the Light he could into any super that he could think of, Bladedancer, Arcstrider, Gunslinger, anything to relieve the feeling of having his body burnt from the power that was inside his chest.
But it wasn't enough, he was losing consciousness, Io and Stitch's voice the only thing keeping his near shattered mind awake, the only thing he could see was the girl, sitting back, face blank, but eyes carrying a deep sadness, whether or not it was because of the pain she had caused, or because he was about to die, he could not tell, but the last thing he heard before the darkness washed over him was Stitch and Io shouting at him in fear, and then he knew no more.
Wooooo! Authors notes!
Wow, if I'm honest, that way ten thousand times better than my first story start, which involved terrible grammar, an undescribed city, and a bad number of typos, but I think I did pretty good with this one, and I certainly hope you guys enjoy it.
Anyway, this is my Destiny fic, with the release of the Beta, I decided to make it. Now I know a lot of people will get on me for making a fic about a game that hasn't even released yet, but I'm going to be focusing on new and old mechanics, while Destiny 2 is the game we are in, it will include Destiny 1 stuff, such as some guns and abilities that you don't have in the second game, if this upsets you, then I'm sorry, but that's how it is.
Anyway, as for A Predators Quirk, I'm kinda running into some writer's block on it, I don't know where to go at the current moment, but I have a large idea of what's going to happen in the story, I just can't seem to put it into words, Of course this doesn't mean I'm giving up on the story, it just means I'm trying to clear my head so I can come back and write it with my full attention, sorry if this upsets some of you.
As always, have a good day ladies and gents, and try some bananas!
(PS) Darkness and Light will be capitalized if I'm talking about more then a scenes lighting.