DISCLAIMER:
I do not own Destiny, nor any of it's characters and factions.
I opened my dull, metallic eyes, my slender form cloaked in the early dawn of the morning. I shifted out from under my covers; not bothering to make what humans would refer to as a bed and made my way to the window. I sluggishly tugged the blinds open, the light of the traveler's presence temporarily blinding me. In truth, I've always loved that brief moment of unawareness; it sharpens my senses, reminds me of what I really am. I am the Exo Warlock, Excellia-2.
I took steps towards my armor rack, first drawing my greaves and bottoms from the cold metal figure, slipping them on rather quickly. Next, I strapped on my cloak, which is something of a myth or legend around the tower. Finally, I clasped on my gloves, which were as simple as my greaves.
I strolled out of my apartment, making my usual morning rounds of greeting the gunsmith to make sure my weapons were in order, and Eva Levante, to see if she had any new shaders for my armor. I made my way down to the lounge beneath Future War Cult's station and made my way to the back. I sat on the far couch, and awaited my two most trusted companions, Frederick De-Lavans, and Vyrrskrahl-7. After a few minutes, Frederick showed up, strolling in fully armed. He's the sort of man that seems just the way you'd think; a man that walks around fully armed at all times, and is quite reckless. However, Vyrrskrahl is a rather pleasant, and easygoing guardian; with myself being the methodical and calculating member of the trio.
"How's it hangin', Excell? I just picked up a pretty new shotty off of the gunsmith."
"Eh, it goes alright, a tad nervous is all, but we're all veterans, I'm sure we've got this. But considering the stories and legends, I'm sure you understand my nerves."
"Ah yeah, I get it. I think Vyr's prepping our ships for transmat, should be done."
"Mm, what're ya bringing with ya, considering the circustances?"
"Ah, nothing special, just my trusty old scout rifle, a sniper, and a tracking rocket launcher, you?
"I actually found a Red Death a few days ago, so I think I'll be taking that in with me, don't tell Zavala. As for other weapons, I have a-"
"Hey guys, ready to roll? Ships are prepped for transmat, and we're all geared up."
"Just in time, Vyr, Excellius here seemed a little bored."
"Yeah, I'm good to go. The nerves will shake themselves, but let's get going."
Shortly after, making sure to load up on any resource we may need, we boarded our ships, and headed into the depths of space. Our ships made rather short work of the vast distance to Venus, warping us there in no time. Before we knew it, we were in orbit, locking in the coordinates for the Ishtar Sink, in a particular area. Just a few short moments, and we were transmatted out of our craft, and we stood before the Vault of Glass.
NOTE: This is my first attempt at fanfiction, keep flaming to a minimum please. If this shows success, i'll resume with much longer pages, and much more content.