Hello everyone, The New Mandalord here.
Just thought that I would post a new multichapter story. I am still working on Destined, so don't worry, plus I have an ending already written for this story. It's just getting from point A to point B which is the problem. So this is going to be short, for now, but I do have plans for this story.
Activison and Bungie own Destiny. I own the characters. Except for one later on.
Old Russia, Earth.
Kevin Cornett saw the people of the mining city of Mir stank of simple-minded stupidity. The sour stench of ancient fossil fuels, the sweaty desperation that oozed from the flesh of the diamond miners, the muddy pack animal trails the locals called streets – Kevin loathed it all. That he would give up drop of blood defending the futures of these backward, inbreed, impure simpletons stabbed him with revulsion.
Kill them or save them, or save them in order to kill them, no, kill them to save them. You know what must be done.
He twitched. It was revolting that the idiots at the Tower would even think about giving protection to these dolts. If it the decision had been his to make he would have let Fallen pirates plunder the city and mine. It would mean more bounties and glory for people like him, and less time spending in wallowed forgotten towns. However, Mir paid the City in the diamonds for food, medicine, technology and more importantly protection. That is what he was here for, and he hated it.
You were bred for greatness. Greatness comes from great sacrifice. You know what must be done.
The arrival of a fire team distracted him from the voices in his head, both of which were his.
As miners descended onto the platforms in the rain, Kevin watched them with almost pathological indifference that slowly shifted to annoyance. The only way the half dozen Guardians could have stood out more if they all wore signs saying "AIM HERE" around their necks, he thought, though perhaps the people of Mir had seen their kind enough that did not matter. Few miners looked at them, then at him, but continued on their dismal lives.
Kevin did not care; in fact, he rather enjoyed it. The look of awing fear they had in their eyes was the same feeling of pride and respect he received from his fellow guardians.
He was clad in the armor he rightfully received from raiding the Vault of Glass, and carried the Atheon's Epilogue and Praetorian Foil. These other Guardians seemed to get their gear through lucky energems than the cryptarch chose not to cheat them on, or ripping them off dead enemies. And these were the people Kevin was forced to work with.
You know what must be done.
Kevin twitched again. The moment passed. His indifference to the guardians settled slightly. He appeared to them cool and stoic, but inside they were lesser than him.
Their leader was a Warlock, a small-eyed man, stock and thick and he appeared to move through the rain like a cloud across the sun. No rain ever touched him though he was covered in white steam, so a heat shield was to blame. Kevin had never really like warlocks. He found them too secretive and in all honesty, Kevin figured the City would do well with a few less of them.
"Kevin Cornett," he began.
"Do not address me by my name or class," Kevin said. "You may either call me Commander or sir."
The warlock shrugged, "If that's what you want. I am Vaclav. I have brought the men Commander Zavala requested. And they know nothing about this mission, neither do I."
Kevin watched the guardians gather together at one end of the landing platform, checking their weapons, armor and ammo. Three titans and two titans, making Vaclav the only warlock of the team.
"I never heard of Zavala being secretive."
Vaclav sighed like a bellow, "That's because he knows as much as we do. He said, 'Go to Mir and find a Titan call Kevin. He's a cocky bastard, but he knows how to get the job done. He'll lead you from there'."
Kevin wanted to punch the man for his arrogance, but the prospect of leaving this horrid squalor pit held him back. His horizon was starting to broaden again, and the mission he had in mind was perfect for them. Though Kevin had regularly been in fireteams to achieve his goals, it still frustrated him, though he knew he would learn to accept the fact. Ultimately, the men would serve as fodder, which satisfied Kevins' distaste for them. They were a distraction to draw the fire while Kevin did the real deed -
You do not need the useless, but they will serve a part
- Kevin suppressed his thoughts with a slight shake of his head an a cough. The fact that these guardians were distracting him from his real goals caused filled him with distaste. Swallowing the fire within him, Kevin just repeated that they would serve their part.
"Who is this, then?" Kevin asked, gesturing for the slightly built Awoken behind Vaclav to come forward.
"This is Belnel," Vaclav said as the man stepped closer. "He's our heaviest hitter."
Kevin had his ghost search over the titan. His light level was shockingly low to be in this fireteam. He only carried two pieces of legendary-class gear, gauntlets and a mark of vigilantist. As for weapons Keven was please that he carried the fable Hawkmoon, but his other weapons were as lackluster as he. The whelp even had the nerve to look him in the eye when he spoke to Vaclav. "I don't like this. No one said what the job -"
"You are a guardian," Vaclav cut him off. "You either do this job or you can go back to standing on that abysmal wall. You signed onto this job, so no one needs your approval because no one needs your approval. This isn't the Wall, so speak when you are spoken to or until you get paid."
Belnel was about to respond when Kevin cut him off.
"Make no mistake: You will be paid handsomely for your efforts, all I ask is your loyalty," he addressed both men, speaking with a voice that would motivate commander Zavala. He adjusted his grip on his shot gun Universal Remote for emphasis, relishing for a moment Belnel's widening eyes. "And I assure I have it."
Vaclav nodded, but Belnels' face went blank. "Our loyalty is bought," Vaclav assured him. "You have nothing to fear."
"Good, good," Kevin smiled, but his eyes still held that cold killer intent. He felt both weary and angry, a restlessness to get the mission underway gripping him as fiercely as death.
Vaclav said, "May I ask what the objective is?"
"Vex gate lords," Kevin said. "I've been told that three have been spotted on Venus, near the shores of time." He considered Belnel, whom he suspected would be dead soon enough, before he added. "I want their heads."
Author's Notes
So once again there is a new character, and if you hate him I say: Good. I made Kevin to be that uber, dumb, perfectionist jock that we all hate. He's like Gaston minus anything funny or likable. Won't give anything away yet, but it'll be fun.
Until next time.