Hey guys, I know my profile on this site has felt a bit dead. Well I have no excuse that won't sound stupid. But I am a Destiny fan, and I hope my fans are too. So I present to you the tale of a solitary Night Stalker that will be told in one shots instead of typical linear chapters that happen in no particular order. Enjoy! I wanted this first one to reveal her to you without really telling you much, because hey the Grimiore cards are vague so I get to be vague too!
The air appeared to bear itself down with a heavy yellow color; it looked stifling and dense over the Venus cliff side. There was a strange stillness over the surface whilst a mess of spindly clouds moved with haste over the skyline. All was occasionally broken in the blue and yellow tapestry by a hailing of white asteroids streaking the sky periodically.
A large boot splashed into an orange puddle, causing the reflection of the sky within it to shiver and shake. The boot belonging to a big brute of a man; titans usually were. Through a helm harboring nothing resembling a face, just a smooth milky white surface he turned to the Titan he was traveling with.
"I hate that damn helmet." The large man mumbled at his companion.
He received only a grunt in return; titans really weren't much for conversation. But the cycloptic helmet he was sporting had the tendency to give one flashbacks to the Vex Minotaurs that ran rampant over the surface of Venus, and this titan felt that he had killed enough of them today. Titans were renowned for being made of stone; however it was fairly common knowledge that even just holding the Vex technology could cause one to enter hallucinatory fits.
His exo companion had been so proud of the sheer amount of Vex he'd killed in his time he sported that helmet like a damn national award. The human didn't want to steal his thunder, so he chose to hold his tongue.
"What the hell are we even waiting for?" The exo's deep voice came forth from the Vex tech.
"Tah' hell if I know, since Zavalah sent that Hunter off to Phobos pods of these "taken" have been popping up all over the place. So of course it's our job to root them out."
"So he sends a hunter to do a titans job… and then we get to clean up after them… Nice Zavalah."
Their footsteps continued to move over the soft ground as the wind picked up, sending the clouds overhead moving faster than before. The titans looked all around at the mess of dead Vex they had taken care of minutes before, not sure what exactly they were waiting for. The human adorned in white and black pulled up his ghost, it materialized hastily over his large hand.
"Where's this disturbance you were picking up?"
"I think we may have to just sit tight for a minute… getting some peculiar readings…" It floated off seemingly fascinated by a hobgoblin body.
The exo took a seat on a weird cube that seemed pointlessly scattered around wherever the Vex could be found, and then began neurotically checking his Hakke pulse rifle. The human shook his head at his companion and his own ghost, as if to say 'wonderful' in a greatly sarcastic tone. Without even looking up the exo retorted;
"Patience is a virtue."
"Not right now it isn't." the human snapped in irritation.
He rolled his head around and his eye caught a strange sight on the cliffs overhead.
"A hunter?" He guessed in a low tone.
The exo turned his head around and looked to where his companion was observing. There was in fact a lone hunter sitting in a relaxed pose above them, her shoulder guards gleamed silver creating a glare that cut through the golden light and contrasted sharply with the dark blue her shader produced.
"How long has she been up there?" The ghost floated up to his guardians head and asked in a whisper.
"I don't know…" He said louder than he needed to.
"But she didn't seem like she was concerned with helping us kill all those Vex."
The exo chuckled seeing his friend in this kind of a mood and returned to his weapons. She didn't even seem to register their presence as she tossed her left leg over her right knee and leaned back even further.
"Hunters…"
He never cared for their lone wolf attitude, they were always in the here one day and gone another crowd. And it felt like in a strike they ere always the first to happily run in and get themselves shot to shit.
But at least they didn't talk down to him like pretty much every warlock he had ever met. He particularly hated them in the crucible; they always seemed to be the snipers. And he of course felt it was more fun to fight someone face to face rather than cower behind distance.
Before he could finish the rant going on within his head the air around all of them suddenly changed from the pleasant tapestry of golden yellow to a heavy and clouded white.
"This is it!" His ghost proclaimed vanishing back to his guardian.
"The disturbance."
"Hunter, to arms!" The titan shouted upward, however the hunter was already gone.
"Focus!" his friend called to him as the ground shook all around them.
Large shadowy spheres erupted from the corruption in the air; they began to bleed into the space around them. Larger and larger they became, like growing black puddles unaffected by gravity. And at last, as quickly as it had started they burst forth ghostly white figures.
Vex, but also not Vex… they were taken. They shuddered and writhed in unnatural ways striking fairly disturbing poses amidst this. Made all the more disturbing when a shotgun was raised the noise rising from within it causing their heads and torsos to explode fourth in a mangled mess of solids and liquids. Before these parts could touch the ground, each and every trace of the dead monstrosity blipped back out of existence.
"Now it's a party." His ghost spoke in his helm.
No words necessary, the two practiced warriors ran at the foes that appeared eager to replace any and all they destroyed. The exo's pulse rifle tore through each Goblin and Hobgoblin with ease, its owner practiced and capable of rooting out the weakest areas in any battle chasse. A horrid electronic noise could be heard behind him just then, he turned and looked up a taken Minotaur.
It swung its mammoth arm down upon the guardian; he met this strike with his own fist. They slammed together with the sound that metal striking metal makes at high speeds, it echoed from the ancient Vex metals that surrounded them and caged them into the valley cliffside, like teeth. He pulled his arm back, wincing a bit with the pain the Minotaur came in for another strike, and before he could ready his machine gun, it exploded in his face.
His human companion stood behind it, shotgun in hand. The two glanced around as the destruction of the one beast seemed to cause more of everything to break on through to their dimension.
"They didn't like that." The exo chuckled with his machine gun readied.
He made a path for the both of them through the masses pouring down on them with the Thunderlord leading the way. They emerged onto a vex wall, seemingly growing out of the ivy and other dense vegetation, looking down at a rather discouraging sight. Another Minotaur looked back up and them, it reared back unnaturally and shot a large black sphere in their direction.
"Whoa!" The human dived down.
His exo friend backed down the hill and took cover as it passed over his head. The human landing on the mushy ground with a grunt began shooting his way through the spares now closing in from all sides. They burst and popped out of existence until he finally had to deal with the inevitable reload. There were simply too many, they were closing in around him.
"Huraaah!" A deep voice howled from above.
Next there was a boom that engulfed all other sound near them. The human looked up to see his friend in the center of a crater. Electric pulses surrounding them and killing what was left of the taken there, the Striker then pulled his fist from the moist soil and stood up.
"Quit screwing around." He chuckled.
"I wasn't in any danger." The human insisted finishing his auto rifles reload.
The two turned to see the Minotaur launching more blackness in their direction. The exo ran in one direction and the human in another, tossing grenades than landed, landed and stuck to the creature they watched with eagerness as it exploded in a hail of arc and solar energy. Their surroundings were suddenly silent again.
"Was that it?" The human's ghost inquired.
It was only a moment things were in the calm however, on the stone walk before them, the largest taken they had ever seen appeared. Surrounding himself with many more Minotaurs, and even what looked to be fallen Captains. All of which had their gazes fixed steadily on the two titans.
"You gotta be shitting me…" The human grumbled.
He sounded far more annoyed than worried. They prepared to go in, but stopped in their tracks, one of those vex cubes suddenly exploded; as if it had been shot. The taken all staggered this way and that. And then another exploded, this time a shot was heard the titans turned their heads at this.
The solitary hunter, bright gleaming bow in hand, orange cloak sailing over the breeze with a coyotes face looking up from it. She leapt upward from her perch. A single shot of violet heat lashed from the bow with a noise that rang out like the cracking of a whip. The solitary shot pierced through the heart of what was once a fallen Vandal, destroyed him in a powdered heap of void dust. And the remaining purple sphere tethered what was left; they writhed and pulled at their bonds to no avail, too distracted by this to shoot at anything.
"Aim for the big one!" The hunter cried readying her sniper.
Without hesitation the titans did just that, the exo with the mighty Thunderlord, and the human creating one large clack like the blacksmiths of old; brought a hammer fourth from pure sunlight. He threw it forward, letting it coat them all in a cleansing light.
The damage these three guardians of the tower fixed onto this massive monstrosity seemed to be shared by all who remained tethered. And sure enough, one by one with the horrible screams of the tortured and mutilated they began to explode.
Their horrid cries carried on until there was nothing left in that spot but, ash and smoke. It mixed and mingled into the air that returned to its golden hue, calm rested upon the jungles and primordial Vex structures again.
"The disturbance is gone, the readings are regulating all around this area." The Sunbreakers ghost appeared.
"Thanks for the he…" The titan stopped mid sentence.
The place where the hunter had stood over head was now empty again.
"Already gone…" The exo observed coming to his friend's side.
"What was that bow?"
"She's a Night Stalker…" The Sunbreaker replied.
"Never heard of it."
"I'm not surprised… you don't see too many of them anymore."
"So she is cleaning up her mess then…" The Striker made the connection before his human companion.
The human looked back at him; titans still weren't much in the way of conversation. So he let out a simple;
"Guess so."
They both left that day, with the slight feeling of new found respect for the hunters of the tower. But not much, titans are far too stubborn to be moved in such a way.