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The Ghost of Ares
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The Prodigal Returns—KPM Music—(YouTube, KPM Musichouse-dot-com)
Name: Ares Vallis
Location: North of Margaritifer Terra, south of Chryse Planitia, west of Meridiani Planum
Coordinates: 10.4°N/25.8°W
Length: 1,700 km/1,100 mi
Mars.
A desolate place, drier than the Sahara Desert and devoid of all life, even the merest whisper of it. The Collapse had spared nothing. All of remnants of human history had been erased, leaving only lonely monuments to testify to Homo-sapiens' former, dying glory. Great mountains pushed upwards from the ground, former echoes of geological activities that are all but extinct, sending forth vast shadows of death and mystery across the rusty landscape. Rocks lay in abundance, shattered by war, split by storms, scattered by things of unimaginable might and power.
Such is the strength of the Cabal.
A great, lopsided chunk of rock hung low in the planet's atmosphere, carven into a form that held meaning only for her shapers—Phobos, one of the Martian world's two moons. Drawn nearly two thousand kilometers closer to the Red Planet for an unspecified purpose, Phobos' most prominent crater Stickney could be seen clearly against the orange sky. Three Cabal Fleetbases had been constructed upon her as bastions or launching pads for a supposed invasion into the Inner System, but no one really knew what they were for or the reason why Phobos' orbit had been altered so drastically. But it was always safer to hope and plan for the worst.
Beneath the Martian sentinel was a diagonal valley called Ares Vallis, a long outflow channel for what had been formerly water in the distant past, ages before even the Traveler's arrival, now dry and full of sand and rock, running from the north/north-west to the south/south-east. Due west was a crater called Sagan; due south was Galilaei, and several other named places from the olden days when Mars had been colonized.
Now she was part of the Cabal's empire, and was contested heavily with the Vex machines and the Fallen Houses of Wolves and Storms; travel was dangerous for any offworlder.
Hovering through the deserted valley, sounds occasionally pinging from the jagged walls and rocky crags, there flew a Ghost, one of several that had gone to Mars to search for… for whatever they could find. It was said that there could exist no defenders of Earth to be raised here, too dry and too barren to support whatever microbial life that may yet cling to the bones. But this one Ghost was determined, outlasting even the others. It could feel the call of something, someone, compelling it to continue on, never to rest.
Appearing as a sphere the size of a baseball protected in a Frontier-colored shell the Ghost floated around rocks scattered everywhere, its green-blue eye continually projecting a scanning beacon, relentlessly searching. Known to local Martian Guardians as "Seeker", whose personality was that of a "male", this Ghost had been on the search for many, many months now, always looking, never ceasing. The Tower had told him repeatedly that his mission was in vain; even other Ghosts had said that there was nothing to be found here. Nothing but Vex and Fallen.
And Cabal.
"No, no-no-no, this can't be right," he murmured to himself after orbiting a solitary rock several times. "There's nothing here." Switching off his beacon Seeker turned and soared off to the other side of Ares Vallis, to examine the rocks there. "No, nothing here either—"
He spun around, and looked up, as a cascade of rocks tumbled down from the top of the valley's walls to the dry, red floor. The reverberations continued for some time after, weak as they were in the thin Martian atmosphere. Warning Seeker that, for all of his single-mindedness, there were others on the prowl. He had heard of what had nearly happened to Dinklebot as that one patrolled the Old Russian Cosmodrome, searching for its Guardian—three Fallen, a Captain and two lesser creatures had nearly destroyed it before it found what it was looking for.
The Ghost continued to scan, using infrared and radar-sensors to locate enemies. None showed. This was to be expected, though. There was not yet a device developed by the City except the Ghosts who could de-cloak a hidden Goblin, and the Vandals were equally sneaky unless careless. And even the Ghosts could not yet detect Psions, who could phase in and out at will, rivaling even the Vex.
"Hmm, they grow restless. So they overextend their hand in their haste. Most curious," Seeker muttered, turning back to continue searching, but kept the occasional lookout. His eight pyramidic shell pieces flexed and twisted about in anticipation, waiting for the attack that would inevitably come.
"They" were what he called his enemies. None had visibly shown themselves today, too crafty to be easily located, but in the past Harpies and even a Hydra had tried to track him. Thankfully, on that rare occasion when Seeker had run into two Hydras and several battalions of Vex machinery, there had been a fireteam of five Guardians to defend him. No such luck today, though Seeker had heard that Commander Zavala had issued a bounty for any available Guardian to keep an eye on him.
Perhaps that is who it was, a Guardian tracking him, keeping him safe. It couldn't be a Hunter, too noisy. Warlocks were a possibility. Perhaps a Titan? Seeker half-heartedly wished the warrior would show up, provide some company and conversation, catch up on the latest gossip, that sort of thing.
"Shaking" his head, metaphorically-speaking, the Ghost zoomed on, pausing here to investigate a likely crack in the canyon wall or stopping there at a rift in the desert. At least if he was mad for doggedly searching Mars for his supposed Guardian, Seeker was providing the City a great service by remapping Mars. Already he had most of the North Pole and much of the northern regions locked up inside his electronic library, an infinitesimal fraction of the total memory-capacity inside.
Halfway down Ares Vallis, nearing Taytay and Aram Chaos craters, Seeker's scanners detected something buried in the soil, a rare concentration undisturbed by wind or Cabal Interceptors.
A fraction of life.
For the briefest moments Seeker hovered dazedly in the air, his mind awhirl with both excitement and unease, eye blinking rapidly in a parody of surprise. Turning the scanner on again Seeker began to decode the layers of dust and soil one more. The readings came back positive. There was indeed a body located under soil, buried and protected by the Martian ravages of wind and time. It was roughly human in size though of what type was uncertain, the depth at which it lay too great to be certain.
No trace of machinery or electronics though; couldn't be an Exo. The bioreadings flickered between Awoken and Homo-sapiens, occasionally turned up as negative or fluctuated wildly between all possible outcomes. Interesting, will have to look into that later. On the second reading there came back something reminiscent of weaponry net to it, roughly rifle-shaped, possibly of alien make—Golden Age? The Tower Cryptarchs would love Seeker to death if the new Guardian came back with Golden Age-technology. Reassuring.
By the fourth reading, after running through all possible simulations and analyzings, Seeker was certain it could work. Perhaps today his searching would be ended.
"All right, let's see who you are, Guardian," he muttered excitedly, eye dilating rapidly. He expanded his shell into the "Resurrection" phase, a wider sphere of blue energy with his eight pyramid sections circling around in opposite polar orbits, and his single eye grew brighter.
A stream of multicolored energy floated down into the dusty mound, and passed through the Martian soil to the body beneath. For a moment nothing happened—then, as Seeker suddenly contracted his shell, two hands emerged from the ground, soil being pushed aside as the rest of the body forced its way up, the regenerative energies of the Ghost regrowing flesh and bone over where before lay dust. The skeletal body slowly became more substantial as life began anew.
The weapon Seeker had detected was still clenched in the being's hands, as if it had died holding it, the dust preserving it remarkably well. The Ghost also noted there were armor fragments and tattered wrappings still attached to the body, and modified the usual post-resurrection armoring. Rock molecules disassembled to reform into plastimetal and Relic iron, encasing and fitting the fragile lifeform to protect it from Mars' harsh atmosphere. After so long Seeker would not dare do anything that would endanger his new Guardian.
For at last Seeker had found what he was looking for.
The newly reborn Guardian body's feet lightly touched the ground next to where it used to lie in death, resting upon its toes before its full weight was brought to bear upon its smallish feet and slender legs; and then as Seeker released the being collapsed to the ground in a heap.
His work done Seeker drifted closer to the armored form, inspecting his work. The armor looked solid enough, if a bit flimsy. Good for the Guardian's slim build—was it female? Not entirely fancy but durability is what counted for each beginning Guardian, the so-called "Risen". Who knew what creatures may descend upon them; after what had nearly happened to Dinklebot all Ghosts were required to transmit their location to the nearest patrolling Guardian available, a fireteam if possible, once they had gotten their warrior resurrected and mobile.
"Wait a moment…"
Now that her body was out of the ground, Seeker could (and did) conduct an in-depth scan for any anomalies or oddities in the Guardian's constitution—and what had come back was… disturbing. Something was not right here. The Ghost flitted around the stirring Guardian, apparently under the impression something had gone wrong. That couldn't be right; all scans had come back positive!
His eye glowing brightly Seeker "cleared" his throat. Perhaps it would be best to get to know them before he called for backup. "Wake up, Guardian," he said. "Welcome back to the land of the—" A blast of energy sent the drone flying backwards, spinning front-over-back, and his hovering mode briefly disabled itself. Clink-clink-CLUNK! went the drone, bouncing down the red wall and landing hard on the canyon floor.
"Ouch…" he groaned, shaking himself off and trying to rise.
As he did the newly resurrected warrior had backed up, shaking her head hard as if trying to clear out the cobwebs, waving her gun in confusion—common enough for all resurrections. When Seeker had reengaged his hovering drive and soared over to her, however, there appeared the first signs of cognitive life in the Guardian—she immediately shifted into what was clearly a defensive pose, holding her weapon close to her chest and underneath her gun arm, and aimed at the Ghost.
"Easy, easy, I am not your enemy, I am your friend—well, actually, I'm a Ghost, your Ghost you see," Seeker began, moving warily out of the gun-barrel's range (the female humanoid tracked it), "and we aren't safe here. There are enemies out there that are the stuff of nightmares and they could be coming for us right now." Seeker remembered the falling rocks of before and unease started creeping in his mind; just to be safe he took his gaze off the Guardian and turned to see behind.
When Seeker turned around the Guardian had already put a respectable amount of distance between them (by those movements he was definitely male), sprinting like a roadrunner down Ares Vallis and nearing a turn. The light Martian gravity made his flight absurdly easy.
"Hey, wait up, Guardian! It's too dangerous!" Seeker cried, zooming after him. "You're not supposed to move yet! We need—hey!"
The Guardian had pointed his gun over his shoulder and let off a red blast at Seeker, who promptly dodged it. The blast melted a rock upon impact—melted? looked more like it had exploded! The drone shuddered as he looked at the damage—then dodged again. Two more blasts melted the canyon walls, all missing Seeker, and created in the process enough noise to bring down the entire Cabal army upon them.
Or—and here the Ghost had to restrain his shuddering at the thought—even the Vex. They were more trouble than the Fallen and Cabal put together.
"C'mon, I'm not your enemy!" he called, flying after.
Reaching the turn the Guardian jumped and darted down as quickly as a shadow, letting off a shot or two at his pursuing Ghost. Missed again. Madness. Utter madness. Who had ever heard of a Ghost being shot at by his own Guardian? And that a resurrected being too! This wasn't supposed to happen. Huffing, Seeker instead decided upon a different tactic and rose up out of the canyon, the red sky glowing. Best to observe instead of frightening his charge even more—perhaps he would gain clues how to act around him.
Going into stealth mode Seeker silently tracked his warrior still running through the sensors embedded in his armor, and marveled at the speed at which the Guardian was going. This surely could not be a natural human or even an Awoken. Clearly there had to be some sort of biological modification to the being's musculature and nervous system, not to mention the blood circulatory system required to support his incredible speed. When they got back to the Tower this Guardian was going over to the doctors for examination; if there was anything unusual about him they'd find it, and if it was Golden Age tech—
Wait… what was he doing?
Seeker went down, drawing near to his charge. The Guardian had come to a halt and was now trying… wait, was he trying to tear off the armor?
"How odd," Seeker murmured. "That armor is supposed to protect you, not hinder—oh, I see now."
No, not tearing it off—examining it. And what the Guardian found apparently displeased him. No wonder he was going crazy, trying to get himself out of it. How odd. Didn't he realize he was in a toxic atmosphere? Carbon dioxide mixed with metallic red dust was poisonous to both human and Awoken constitutions, and could even wear down Exo bodies if they inhaled it. What was he think—?
What was that?
Seeker whirled around—this time, he was certain, there was no illusion. Rocks had indeed fallen from the canyon's top and into the floor below. And what had disturbed them was—
"Oh dear, this is not good, not good at all."
Abandoning all pretense of observation Seeker soared down to where the Guardian was frantically trying to get out of his armor (oblivious to everything around him) and quite literally shouted into his ear: "Guardian! I suppose you might not have noticed—" Bang! another shot, but Seeker flitted around and over him, "—but all of that shooting is—" Bang! "—attracting lots of unwelcome—" Bang! "—visitors and, for the love of all that is good and holy—" Bang! "—stop shooting me if you want to survive!"
Before the Guardian could get off another shot a "warbling" sound echoed throughout the valley, and reverberated menacingly around them; the Guardian froze, and looked at where the sound had come from. Another joined it, followed by numerous clanking and scraping sounds. He started to back up, his gun now pointed down the valley.
"It is the Vex," Seeker whispered, moving closer to the Guardian's head. "Hurry, get ready to run, fight if necessary. I'll raise up help for us." It was a mark of how focused the Guardian was on the coming machines that he did not shoot or even attempt to hit the Ghost. But he didn't seem fearful, or at least none showed visibly; although if the tightening of his fingers 'round the gun's hilt were any indicator, he was indeed afraid. At least he didn't object to Seeker's presence.
There came the monotonous "clank, clank, clank" march of an orderly Vex squadron—Hobgoblins, most likely, according to the "shivers" in the ground—to them, though none had appeared yet. The Martian day was drawing to a close and darkness was descending upon the Ares Vallis. No matter—the red photoreceptors of the machines would precede them first, making them easy targets.
"Come on, I've managed to get a Dropship on the air," Seeker said to an unresponsive Guardian. "We'll be safe soon. But first we must move, now come on."
Slowly, but perceptibly, the warrior shook his head. Seeker's eye contracted in surprise and no little irritation. What on Earth had prompted this behavior? It was unheard of—perhaps this was a soldier who knew how to fight?
"Are you mad? The Vex are not to be underestimated. They can disintegrate Guardians with a single shot of their rifles and I don't want to lose you just after I found you." It was a common occurrence, Ghosts losing their charges to Vex disintegration weaponry and unable to revive them, their molecules irrevocably scattered, the Light lost. "Now come on."
Seeker turned and began to move away. He had gone six feet before stopping and turning back; the Guardian still stood there, clenching his rifle, and doing apparently nothing else. "Very well, you want to do this the hard way, I'll oblige you," the Ghost announced. Suddenly glowing blue, Seeker approached his charge hurriedly, intending to force the Guardian's body to move; and as he neared him, the first Vex units rounded the canyon's turn.
The Vex were massive, as large as Minotaurs—they were reportedly a newer variant of Hobgoblin, never seen before in Sol. Shaped more like Exos yet retaining that distinctive sparse look common to all Vex units, and with not one but three photoreceptors (changing colors too) implanted in their frame-like heads, these machines could take out an entire Titan-based fireteam without significant damage. Armed with more advanced Line Rifles and Torch Hammers, they were a formidable foe indeed.
The Guardian released a volley of seventeen shots in quick succession before Seeker could get to him—they struck two of the seven Hobgoblins hard, leaving scorings and blackened marks on their armor—and the Vex returned fire, their shields engaging.
Jumping quickly to the side, forcing Seeker to duck down or be shot in the crossfire, the Guardian dashed behind a rock and shot back. It flew and struck one of the Hobgoblins' eyes dead-center, causing it to go out. In response a Torch Hammer's Void sphere, with its distinctive "thud-thud" sound, arced towards him with extreme prejudice.
Waiting until the last second the resurrected humanoid ducked and rolled to another rock as his former cover disintegrated; little craters erupted in the valley-floor as Solar lasers missed him. He fired off another volley at the Vex and this time succeeded in destroying one of them. With an explosion the Hobgoblin's mind-core collapsed and radiolarian fluid spilled everywhere, sizzling in the Martian atmosphere; the shattered body fell down to rest in the dusty earth, never to rise again.
Interested, despite its panicking, the Ghost observed the resurrected Guardian's fighting style, noting that he could teach even Crucible champions a thing or two about fighting. In quick succession two more Hobgoblins were brought down—one's head blown off with its leg following a moment later, the other ripped apart shortly thereafter—and all without the warrior getting a single scratch, he jumping all over the place like a crazed Bladedancer.
What was that weapon he was using, anyhow? Must be a powerful one indeed, the Ghost thought. He could just imagine the Cryptarchs' reaction when the Guardian gave it over. From what he could see it looked angular and boxy, with multiple handles and a small scope.
Now there only two Vex machines left and they had spaced themselves out, one armed with a Torch Hammer and the other a Line Rifle respectively. They appeared to have learned from their companions' demise, and now utilized cover instead of rushing the warrior as all Vex machines did. Something was missing, though, one that the Ghost didn't like. They were going down too quickly. It was not like for Hobgoblins to be defeated this quickly…
Was it possible that this unknown weapon the Guardian was using could penetrate Hobgoblin shields?
Throwing safety to the wind, the Guardian rushed them. With an explosion one of the machines exploded, radiolarian fluid splashing every which way and some landing on the Guardian's armor as he leapt over its demise. The other attempted to physically strike him with its Hammer—only to have the being backflip upon landing and fire two shots in retaliation.
Click!
"Oh dear, this is not good," Seeker commented worriedly, and spared a glance up at the darkened sky.
Throwing aside his useless weapon—apparently, it utilized physical bullets mixed with Solar energy, which explained the explosions—the Guardian charged and caught hold of the Hobgoblin's weapon-armor. It immediately swung around with inhuman speed, and tried to throw him off; yet astonishingly he used its swing to flip around and land on its metal head.
Fascinated the Ghost watched as, like a cowboy taming a bronco, the Guardian gamely hung onto the machine's neck/head and started punching it viciously. Hmmm… That was unusual, Seeker thought. He had never heard of a Guardian, not even a newly resurrected one, who was physically able to punch a Vex machine in the head unless they were a Titan and armed with that special Titan melee of the Strikers. This one had obviously seen some combat with the Vex. Look at him, denting the metal and cracking the armor easily!
So… who was he?
Even as the Ghost speculated on this, the Hobgoblin finally got hold of the Guardian and threw him off; and Seeker instantly knew something was wrong. With a loud crack, the Guardian hit the wall, head-first, and collapsed like a sack of grain upon the ground. Oh no, this is bad, this is really, really bad! Seeker watched, unable to do anything, as the Vex started forward, its Torch Hammer glowing purple as it charged up—
—all of a sudden a flaming hammer soared out of nowhere and slammed into the machine with extreme force—as the pieces fell, splattered with Vex oils and organic fluids, the weapon disappeared in a flash of Light.
Three Guardians had suddenly appeared there in the Light's aftershock, an Exo Titan, a Warlock and a Hunter, their Ghosts providing light to illuminate their way. Even as Seeker watched the Titan, the tallest of the three, placed her hammer at her side as if it were Mjölnir itself. "All right, who hollered for us here?" the Hunter called out, looking this way and that. "Jesus Christ, look at all this." He nudged the recently destroyed Hobgoblin's foot with his own. "Looks like the Vex had a party!"
"I—I did," Seeker stammered, rising out of his hiding place, relieved that reinforcements had arrived. "What took you so long?"
"Taken," the Titan answered, her voice grim. Her Vanir-armor set had seen much wear and tear, and was discolored by a dark fluid that definitely was not related to the Vex. Seeker chose not to comment. He had been far too gone from the City to know what "they" were exactly.
"So, these are the Precursor Nexūs Defenders, I take it?" the Warlock asked, bending down to finger some of the radiolarian fluids. "Interesting. This would satisfy Ikora and Eris's bounties."
"What's this I hear?" the Hunter interrupted, turning to look at her with mock-astonishment in his voice. "Has ol' Eris Morn finally given up ranting about Crota and Oryx and is now looking for Vex?" His armor was more ramshackle than the Titan's but looks were not the full story. From its appearance, however, Seeker was able to ascertain he'd been to the Reef.
"I'll be sure to mention that to her when I see her, Vesck," the Warlock answered him, amusement in her voice. Her armor was of an unusual type, one Seeker had never seen before. "You've been too much an annoyance—"
"If you're quite finished, my Guardian needs medical attention," Seeker interrupted, flashing his light in the Warlock's helmeted face. "I don't know how hard of a hit he took but it is vital he—"
"We get it, Ghost," the Titan said, placing a hand upon his shell briefly. "We understand your concern. Three-Sixty, if you please?"
"Certainly, Oceru-45," her Ghost, answered, her voice a cheery one. She immediately flew up and out of sight. Seeker knew that within moments a City Dropship would appear, but that didn't make him comfortable waiting. How ironic that he had spent months and months patiently waiting while looking for his Guardian, only to now show impatience at the slightest delay. The Vex battle had rattled him that much.
And what in the name of the Traveler were Taken, anyhow?
"Ghost, come over here, please."
The Warlock, the only one not yet introduced, was kneeling beside the stunned Guardian Seeker had brought back to life, her hand passing over it. Oceru-45 and Vesck had taken stations at opposite ends of the valley, the latter still testing fallen Vex machinery as if they were still alive. Seeker flew over to her and hovered beside, his light mingling with that of her own Ghost, an aquamarine-colored drone.
"Yes… Guardian?"
"I am Ismay, Ghost," she answered with a smile beneath her helmet. Then her voice hardened somewhat. "Who exactly is this?"
"He's my Guardian, Ismay. I found him not too long ago, buried in the sands somewhere over there." Seeker indicated where Vesck was skipping around, apparently not having a care in the world.
Ismay observed him for a moment, thinking. Finally, she said: "What do you mean, found him? There is nothing to be found here. It's all sand, rock, and Cabal."
"Ah, yes, erm, right—ahem, I did find him, and yes, right here on Mars, in this very valley, too," Seeker protested, wiggling his shell sections in emphasis.
"What is your name, Ghost?"
"Oh, sorry. I am called Seeker, Ismay."
She was silent for a moment. "Oh. You're that Ghost! No wonder…" She cleared her throat. "Anyway," Ismay indicated the fallen being before her. "What is he?"
"I… I don't understand you, Ismay," Seeker said, flustered. "He's a Guardian." His eye shifted from her to the stunned Guardian and back.
"Yes, I can see that—he shows signs of the recently deceased. What I meant is, have you found anything unusual when bringing him back?"
Seeker thought for a moment, the excitement of battle having chased away what had transpired earlier Then it came back to him. "Oh, yes, yes, something had happened. His lifesigns were… were not exactly human or Awoken. At least, that's what I thought. I could be mistaken, the dust of Mars having been on me for too long."
"You're correct," she answered softly. "He isn't either of them."
A blinding light suddenly shone over them, and the rumble of VTOL engines echoed throughout the valley. The Titan's Ghost, 360, had been successful. Even now she flew down, excluding a smugness that was rare for a Ghost and was joined by the Hunter's own drone. The second one started chattering about the Vex machines around them and how these differed from the ordinary Vex Hobgoblins.
"He isn't?" Seeker was, to put it mildly, stunned. "But… But there were no other species that existed during the time of the Golden Age, unless…" His eye widened. "You mean he is a Jovian?"
Hailing from the moons of Jupiter the Jovians were an even stranger race than the Awoken. During the Collapse an extremely radical change had come upon those humans who lived out in the Outer System. Vaguely cephalopodic in appearance—resembling a Lovecraftian monster, some said—they were mysterious entities, being ruled by "the Nine" a hierarchy of beings unknown to the Traveler. No one knew what exactly they were, not even the Awoken, but they were implied to be powerful allies, if they could endure the Light of the Traveler. Insofar as the cryptic Xûr had implied with his strange hints and unusual sayings. Many Guardians were unnerved by him but put up with it for the strange engrams he offered to sell.
For one such of these beings to be here spoke of grave portents, to be chosen as a Guardian. No wonder he knew how to deal with the Vex. They were probably common where he had come from—maybe (and here Seeker grew excited) perhaps his weapon was keyed exclusively to the Vex physiology. That would explain why he was able to take out the Hobgoblins with ease, penetrating even their shields. What a find!
But as it looked hopefully into Ismay's face in the light of the VTOL ship above them Seeker knew that was not what she had in mind.
"Unfortunately, Seeker," she said sadly, "this being is a Psion. A Cabal Psion. One of our enemies."
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5/4—7/2016 EDIT: Cleaned this up a bit and made it neater. Now, I'm lazy, but if any of you know the names of complete armor sets not of Exotic or Legendary quality that would be great. I'd like to outfit my Guardians with a more uniform armor set than the ramshackle getups ingame.
A/N: This could be longer but my mind tends to short-circuit on these things unless I put specific thought into it. Besides, don't expect updates on this as I'm working on three other stories simultaneously and my attention wanders a lot as it is. So, sorry in advance. Hope you like what you read here. I really need to play Destiny instead of just watching my elder brother playing it.
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