First Destiny fan-fiction that I've made. After playing a lot of Destiny for two weeks (I mean A LOT.) I had this story stuck in my mind and I wrote this. Please tell me what you think of it pros and cons. Please review and if you really do enjoy this add it to your follows. Enjoy!
Chapter One
It was getting dark. Night would bring a new kind of prey to the field. A Fallen Noble walked through the ranks of its followers, aiding them in their mission. The Fallen in this part of Earth were always roaming around, scavenging as much as they could. The House of Kings, the most brutal House of the scavengers were crawling around the ruins of Old Moscow looking for something with a foreign, alien drive that no one could hope to comprehend. The rusted brown carcasses of automobiles littered all the roads in Old Moscow. Memories of how packed the city was full of humans, a reminder of what the Darkness had stolen from them.
A Vandal jumped onto one automobile, armed with a Shock Rifle, it spoke in its alien unintelligible language. A group of Dregs jumped up on the ruins of different automobiles. The Vandal was pushed aside by a Captain, the towering hulk of a Fallen that had consumed the most Ether. It hoisted hits Shrapnel Launcher into the air and roared.
A Skiff flew overhead its rumbling, booming arrival was difficult to miss, it was off to some unknown destination. Whatever its destination it would undoubtedly cause the Guardian's no end trouble on Earth.
The Captain jumped back down to the earth, wandering off into the graveyard of automobiles. Old Moscow had been raided before by the House of Kings, stripped bare and left to rot. Now the House of Kings were back, looking for any tiny moralise of salvage that previous generations had missed.
Whatever they were looking for Jacob couldn't allow them to find it. A Skiff arrived overhead, its booming arrival allowed Jacob to pinpoint its location. It dropped off an Archon backed by its personal guard. Whatever was hidden away in Old Moscow had the House of Kings interested enough to send out an Archon to oversee the Fallen in their task. Intel on Old Moscow was spares, the archives of Old Accra had little information on what was going on in Moscow during the Golden Age. The Archon moved towards an abandoned industrial complex followed by the Fallen.
If anything important was being researched of developed it wasn't documented in the archives. Jacob moved through the old apartment complex to get a better vantage point of the Archon.
Jacob got out his sniper rifle and aimed down the scope at the creatures head, finger on the trigger, sight lined up and ... bang! The Archons head exploded, his follows, seeing their leaders headless corpse fled in terror fallen over themselves and dropping their weapons as the Captain and Vandal's fired upon them.
There was no room for weakness within the Fallen Army. Those who could not fight were killed, their Ether rations stolen to feed another. Being a Fallen was a hard life, the Warlock's had study them to no end documenting everything about them their social patterns, military intelligence, weaponry. Everything.
Not enough to help us win more victories against them, he thought as the last Dreg died from his wounds below.
As the last of the Vandal's cleared out from the area Jacob stood up and looked at the scarred moon in the night's sky. The Moon had been assaulted during the Collapse by an enemy called The Hive. A race of horrific and festering evil that wants to consume all the Light in the universe out of pure hatred of the Light.
"Ghost. What is going on up there today?"
His Ghost looked up at the moon. "The same as always. Broken signals, strange encoded relays, static all across Fallen comms." The Ghost looked back at Jacob and then back at the moon. "You keep asking ... why?"
"No reason. I've never been to the Moon."
His Ghost blinked. "Neither have I. I always used to look up at the Moon, its signals always drew me. What is going on up there? I always thought something sinister is going on. Something big, and bad." It turned around and gestured to the horizon. Its blue glowing eye was fixed on something in the distance. "There is a ship heading our way."
Jacob shot up. "Friendly?"
The Ghost turned back. "No. Fallen. It's a Ketch! Coming in fast!"
Jacob grabbed his sniper and dove out of the window and balled into a near-by cave. Why is a Ketch coming this way? More Fallen?
The Ketch was larger than any Skiff that Jacob had ever seen. It caused the ground to shake as it passed overhead. Flames erupted from its hull, it had been it a fight; and lost. It was going to crash near-by.
"It's heading towards the Fallen camp up ahead!"
Jacob ran out of the cave to see the ship. His Ghost transmitted into his armour. It turned, hard around impossibly, parts of the ship were cleaved off from the force of turning hard. The noise of the metal screeching nearly deafened him. The ship flew passed again, lower this time. Jacob saw multiply breaches in the hull, twisted beams of metals protruding out of its fiery wounds.
"Not to worry you or anything. But I'm picking up Light from a Guardian and Ghost on that ship." Ghost said, transmatting back into physical form.
Soon the ship disappeared from his sight, and they a loud rumbled was heard and the ground beneath him trembled. It had landed quite away from the industrial complex, father back deep within the city, into Fallen territory.
"I've alerted the Vanguard. They want all near-by Guardians to investigate and rescue the Guardian on that ship."
"Well then, is the sparrow ready?"
Travelling to the site took a few minutes. The ship had crashed into an old housing complex, destroying most of the buildings, and hopefully killing the Fallen occupiers.
"No Fallen life-signs at all. The Guardians Light is weak but stable. The Ghost ... huh. That can't be right."
"That can't be right?" He repeated.
The construct looked at him, "It's gone. Not dead, but gone. I'm picking up its Light, its… odd. Its two hundred miles north-west of here. Underground."
"Why underground? What's there?" Jacob asked.
A missing Ghost was unheard of. Most Guardians would lose their Ghosts if the Ghost was killed. But this Ghost wandered off on its own accord. Another thought ran though Jacobs mind. How did the Guardian bring down a Fallen Ketch?
"Nothing is there. No underground facilities, no camps. Nothing. So strange."
The sparrow floated on a building overlooking the wreck of the Fallen ship. The hull was blackened and in flames. Nothing should have survived, but a Guardian had.
"Any Fallen inbound?" Jacob asked while looking at the console on his sparrow.
"One Fallen Skiff is inbound. House of Devils. According to the comms a baron is on-board."
House of Devils, a powerful Fallen House, led by a machine-god, Sepiks Prime. The House was responsible for destroyed London during the Collapse and continued to terrorize the City to this day. Why were they all the way out here in Old Moscow? Jacob thought as he dismounted his sparrow.
"Great, indeed. How long until they arrive?" Jacob sighed, putting on his helmet. He was a Titan, a true guardian of the Wall. He would defend the City to his last breath, his last amount of Light.
"Ten minutes, maybe. Fallen comms are going haywire. They are scrambling for answers."
"Lock on the Guardians Light. I'll find him, or her. Or it." He hope that he could save the guardian. In all his years as a Titan he had never been part of a rescue operation before. He was more comfortable in the front-lines, killing all the enemies of the City and the Traveller.
He jumped off the building, aiming himself to one of the openings on the Ketch's hull it was the closest to the Guardian's Light source. As he fell into the ship he activated his jump pack for a smooth landing into a ruined hallway. The inside of the ship was a complete mess beams sticking out of the walls, exposed wires sparking, the crackling of fires off in the distance. It would be a miracle if he could find even a Fallen among the wreckage.
As he moved passed the wreck, he came across the broken remains of a control room of sorts. Monitors were shatters, console blinking franticly, life from the screens that weren't broken ebbed away. The door leading to the throne room of the Ketch was blocked off by hulks of metal from the collapsed ceiling. Despite the ship being badly damaged the interior was still intact... for the most part.
With much effort he moved the hulk of metal from the doorway and walked down the corridor towards the throne room.
"The Guardian is just beyond the throne room." His Ghost observed.
The throne room was more of a mess than the rest of the interior of the Ketch. A burnt corpses of the Fallen Kell sat on the large throne at the back of the room. It was surrounded by its guard, who seemed to have tried to protect their leader before his death ... and failed.
Jacob moved closer to the throne, above the throne was a banner that he didn't recognized. A skull with a staff through the top on a purple background. A sixth Fallen House? Impossible There were only five main Fallen Houses that made up the bulk of the army. Mars was controlled by the Cabal and contested by the Vex. Venus had many Fallen crawling around the planet fighting for what little control they had with the ever encroaching Vex. Jacob had learnt all of the Fallen Houses, he knew what their banners where, their known history.
If a new House had arisen, the Vanguard would like to know.
He squeezed his way into another chamber adjacent to the throne room. A broken Servitor's remains lay scattered across in a wreck on the floor, many dead Fallen lay around it, in some sort of worship. Hoping their god would save them from impact ... they were wrong and they died in terror.
"Over there, underneath that beam. The Guardian." His Ghost hovered towards the Guardian who lay helplessly underneath the metal beam.
He ran towards his Ghost, removing the beam from a top the Guardian effortlessly. An explosion occurred somewhere in the ship, large enough to caused the ship to shake violently. A fire began in the chamber, its glow began to illuminate the entire chamber. Ghost hovered over the fallen Guardian, it scanned the Guardian. "Her Light is stable. But her Ghost... well it's gone. I cannot detect its Light any more."
"Her? She's a she!" He said astounded.
Through her broken helmet he saw her blue skin, the mark of an Awoken, it was blemished with black marks.
"Hate to rush you. But Fallen troops have landed there're entering now, their looking for her!" Ghost yelled.
The first Fallen burst through the roof of the chamber, A Vandal, it opened fire toward them. Jacob took out his auto rifle and returned fire, hitting the Vandal in the head, killing it. Four Dregs and a Captain followed shortly, Jacob took the Awoken and slung her over his shoulder and fired back at them. The Bullets flew out of his rifle, hitting each intended target in the chest. The Dregs died first they were easy to kill but the Captains shields were still up and it returned fire with vengeance. The rounds hit Jacob's shields, taking most of shields strength away. He returned the favour with a timed throw of his pulse grenade. The explosion killed the Captain and caused part of the chamber roof to collapse.
"Not your best move ever."
"Get us onto the ship!" In a flash of light he was in the safety and comfort of the cockpit of his ship, the Awoken laid out on the floor behind him.
"We'd better get back to the Tower. Inform the Speaker."
The Awoken had regained consciousness and shot up, alarmed of her new surroundings. "Where... am I? A ship? Where's my Ghost?" She asked frantically.
"Yes you're on a ship. And we don't know where your Ghost is." Jacob said and he began to input commands into his console. He put in the coordinates for the Tower. New Age technology was easy to use. Input a few commands and the ships on board virtual intelligence would do the rest. Sometimes Jacob would use manual control, but he was in a hurry.
The ship moved fast, the Skiff had barely moved by the time they were out of range. A lucky break.
"So do you have a name?" Jacob asked as the ship broke orbit. A precaution just in case any Ketch's or Skiffs gave chase. Not that they would.
"Kerra Ervras, Warlock aiding Dead Orbit. I have to get back and report to them. I have found something that will interest them greatly." Kerra Ervras said.