Disclaimer: I do not own Red vs Blue or Destiny. Both belong to RoosterTeeth and Bungie respectively. In retrospect…this is a crossover that should have been done properly.

Guardians.

The Warriors of the Light.

Blessed by the Traveler – a giant sphere, capable of enhancing the life of everything it surrounds – they fight back against the Darkness. The Traveler's mortal enemy.

In these times, a powerful Guardian rose up to defeat countless foes.

Crota, and his cult who attempted to resurrect him.

Skolas, and his House of Wolves.

Oryx, the Taken King.

The House of Devils, who attempted to utilize SIVA.

They were a true paragon of light…and in the near future, their valor would be tested against one who sought to claim the Traveler for itself.

This…is not their story.

A Destiny x Red vs Blue Crossover:

"Red vs Blue: The Cosmodrome Chronicles"

Old Russia. Home to the Cosmodrome.

In the old days, the Cosmodrome was a hotbed of Fallen activity. It was occupied by the House of Devils – one of the many nomadic groups among the alien race of multi-armed terrorist organisms seeking to reclaim the Traveler. However, in the days known as the "Age of Triumph," the Fallen had all but been forced out. The Cosmodrome was now free to be used again by humanity.

Of course…a portion of it was to be used for another purpose.

Currently, near the outskirts of the city – specifically where the Fabled Guardian of Legend had been resurrected by their Ghost – two Guardians could be found: a Warlock and a Titan. The Warlock's robes were colored maroon red with dark leather gloves with white metal bracers, complete with dark gray pants. A holster was strapped to the right thigh, where the ammo pouch could be found. At the feet were maroon-red armor-plated boots, reaching up to the knees. The Titan wore bright orange armor, with gaunt pauldrons sitting proudly atop his shoulders and a smooth dome-shaped helmet over his head. A fur lining could be found the collar of his armor.

In their hands were simple rifles.

"…hey."

The orange Titan looked over to his Warlock companion, sitting atop a rusted car. "Yeah?"

"You ever wonder…why we're here?"

The Titan sighed. "That's one of life's greatest mysteries, isn't it?" he asked. "Why are we here? I mean, here, specifically as Guardians? Was it just some kind of cosmic coincidence that we got brought back by the Traveler? Or is it all knowing? You know, like god has some sort of plan for us? I dunno, man…but it keeps me up at night."

"…"

"…"

Silence settled between the two. Beneath his hooded helmet, the Warlock quirked an eyebrow. "What?! I mean, why are we out here, guarding an old decrepit wall in the coldest time of year in Russia?"

"Oh." The Titan blinked. "Um…"

"And what was that stuff about God and the Traveler?"

"Hm? Oh, uh…nothing."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"…you, uh, wanna talk about it?"

"Not really."

The Warlock shrugged. "But seriously, why are we here? As far as I can tell, the Cosmodrome is practically cleared out of Fallen. Not a single Devil in sight. Ran like bats out of hell when the Age of Triumph started. Not to mention the only way in or out is by transmit via ship."

"Mmhm." The Titan hummed, disinterested as he fiddled with his rifle. "Yeah?"

"And for some reason, Lord Shaxx decided to use this place as training grounds in the Crucible – this old piece of junk they call a Wall is Red Base. And the Blues' Blue Base is the Cosmodrome Citadel in the center of the whole damn area. And, so far, the only reason that we set up a Red Base here, is because they have a Blue Base over there. And the only reason they have a Blue Base over there, is because we have a Red Base here."

"But that's because we're fighting each other." The Titan pointed out. "I think that's the whole point of the Crucible. You know, just shoot one another until you're dead as fuck."

The Warlock shook his head. "But I mean, even if we were to pull out today, and if they would come take our base, they would have two bases in the middle of Russia, in the coldest time of year, where all you basically do is sit on your ass and freeze to death. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo."

"What's up with that, anyway?" the Titan asked, setting his rifle down momentarily. "I mean, hey, I didn't ask to get revived by my Ghost, but I still signed up. Next thing I know, that Guardian everyone doesn't shut up about kicks the Darkness' ass, and I'm stuck in the South Pole equivalent of Bum-Fuck-Egypt, fighting a bunch of Blue Guys!"

Unknown to either, two more Guardians could be found spying on them. Similar to the previous two, these Guardians were color-coded in the opposing and aforementioned color. One was another Warlock, garbed in a waist-high cobalt blue coat with the cuffs split open, revealing white bracers over black gloves. In hand was a sniper rifle. His helmet was white with cobalt blue trims – a tin antenna sticking out at the front. Next to him, a Hunter wearing a aqua-blue cape with the hood pulled over. Their attire was little more than armor and polyon-synthetic bodysuit – with the armor colored similarly to the cloak he wore. His helmet had a built-in breather while the visor somewhat resembled the visor of off-road helmets.

"What're they talking about?"

The Warlock lowered the sniper rifle, turning to the Hunter. "What?"

"I said," the Hunter repeated. "What are they talking about?"

"God damn! I am so sick of answering that question!"

"Hey, you have the sniper rifle!" the Hunter defended himself, holding up his hands. "I can't see shit. Don't start to bitch at me because I'm not gonna just sit up here and play with my di-"

Immediately, the Warlock held up a hand. "Okay, okay, look... they're just standing there and talking, okay?" he stressed, having become already fed up with his companion as he silently wondered why in the hell he brought him along for this recon. "That's all they're doing. That's all they ever do, is just stand there and talk! That's what they were doing last week, and that's what they were doing when you asked me five minutes ago. So, five minutes from now, when you ask me, What are they doing? My answer's gonna be, "They're still just talking, and they're still just standing there!"

A thick silence fell upon the two blue-colored Guardians. For a moment, the Warlock hoped he would shut up.

"…what're they talking about?" the Hunter asked quietly.

The Warlock swore. "You know what? I fucking hate you."

"…talk about a waste of resources." The orange Titan huffed. "We should be out there finding more intelligent forms of life. Cabal, Taken, Vex for Traveler's sake! You know, fight them."

"Yeah, no shit." The Warlock nodded in agreement. "That's why they should put us in charge."

"LADIES!" a gruff Southern voice boomed near the wall of the decrepit barrier that separated the outskirts from the open field of the Cosmodrome's outer area. They turned to find another Titan – this one far more heavily armored than the orange one – standing nearby. It appeared to be the same armor as that of the Iron Lord Saladin, minus the cape and colored predominantly (read: completely) in red with a shotgun in hand. "FRONT AND CENTER! ON THE DOUBLE!"

The orange Titan silently swore under his breath, realizing that break time was over while his Warlock companion was much more attentive and full of enthusiasm. "Yes, sir!"

Grimoire Entry: The Cosmodrome Chronicles – Part I

After the House of Devils – following the collapse of their loss of control over SIVA, due to the Guardian and Shiro's efforts in destroying Aksis – vacancy, we were able to retake control of the Cosmodrome in earnest. Though many great foes have been defeated, we still yet remain at war with the Vex and the Cabal. We require more footholds like these.

Lord Shaxx, along with another Guardian – the head of one of the first Factions to ever grace the Last City – proposed an idea. As usual, he suggested making the Cosmodrome apart of the Crucible, though rather than make it a battleground as part of the usual festivities with Guardians trying to defeat one another with bullets, lightning, fire, void and explosions, he suggested making it into training grounds.

According to the Faction Leader – a Warlock Awoken, highly regarded by Ikora – it would serve as but one of many areas in which Guardians would learn how to hold certain strategic points during sieges and times of war.

I admit, I was hesitant at first. That Warlock has always unnerved me somehow. Especially after what happened to Fireteam Alpha. That said, I found no flaws in his proposal. With the consensus of Cayde and Ikora, I allowed Shaxx and the Warlock's idea to pass.

Officially, this occupation by the "Reds" and "Blues" was apart of the Crucible. They would compete in "Capture the Flag" – one of the more popular Crucible games. A way of honing their skills.

Suffice to say, however, I'm baffled by the choosing of the teams.

Lavernius Tucker – a Hunter far too much like Cayde for my liking. Worse, he has a bad habit of flirting with the Female Guardians.

Michael J. Caboose – a Titan, though one that confuses me. He is far too childlike to be among my Vanguard.

Leonard L. Church – a Warlock recommended personally by the Faction Leader. Admittedly, I do not know much about this Guardian, though his records are fairly average.

Dexter Grif – as ashamed as I am to say it, he Is a Titan…though he is far too lax and lazy. He apparently pretended to be dead while his Fireteam engaged a Vex Warmind in an attempt to prevent the Vex from reaching the Ishtar Collective.

Dick Simmons – a Warlock as brilliant as Ikora, if perhaps a bit too ambitious. To my understanding, he is very intelligent, though it appears he does not do well around female guardians.

Sarge – a Titan of…unusual eccentric behavior. I've heard Cayde mention that he is an "old war dog." I don't understand what that means, but he is very by the book. A bit too much, if you ask me.

Why on Earth would the Faction Leader and Lord Shaxx choose these Guardians to protect the Cosmodrome?

-Commander Zavala, of the Titan Vanguard