As Pastachio and Gilberto ran through the broken city streets of Birmingham Alabama, the Fallen pursued them. Gilberto ducked as another bullet flew over his head. "Dude," he said to Pastachio, "where the hell is my sword? And why can't I just go back to hell? And why am I a robot!" Pastachio jumped over a broken street lamp.
"You tell me," he said, "honestly, I look badass." They turned a corner and slid into a store. They held their breath as the Dregs ran past them. The two took a seat at a table near the back and pondered their situation. They had been in the middle of a game of chess when they had been zapped into another dimension.
When they had looked at each other, they had realized they were robots. Pastachio had a black metal face with glowing green eyes and mouth. Gilberto had a red metal face with darker red horns, glowing red eyes, and a glowing yellow mouth. They were wearing some kind of tan metal armor. Pastachio had found and automatic rifle with a few ammo clips and a left-handed knife. Gilberto scrounged up a revolver and eighty-two rounds and managed to conjure up a bit of magic.
They sighed in unison and sat in deep thought. Outside the Fallen screeched their war cry and gunshots were heard. "Hey," Gilberto spoke up, "at least we can't be hungry." Pastachio gave a short chuckle.
(Authors note: I want to upload just this short bit, but I will be adding more to this chapter! I started playing Destiny one week ago, and it is AMAZING. To anyone who hasn't played it, do so before reading this story or you won't understand it. Thanks for reading! -Pastachio, out)