"Rise and shine Newbie you've got work to do!", he yelped and fell out of his bunk to the cold metal floor at the sound of the captain's voice. For a while he simply lay there, pressing his hands to his ears in order to try and stop the ringing.
Slowly struggling to his feet, he stumbled over to a panel on the wall and opened the intercom, "Yeah, yeah, very funny Allie."
"That's Captain to you greenhorn now get up here!", it was quite obvious that she was barely containing her laughter as she continued. "Lucy says she needs help in the engine room cause something broke and the welder's outta fuel."
He pulled on his boots and slipped on his jacket, the worn Purifier Robes fitting snugly around his body as he opened the door to his quarters and made his way to the engine room.
The Ship was of Cabal origin. He was told that it had been taken in a glorious raid full of luck and seemingly impossible odds. From his perspective, the ship was a junker, most likely found abandoned on a planet somewhere and salvaged. The engine room itself was littered with scrap parts and tools of various shapes and sizes. It was vaguely rectangular, but most of the space was taken up by two gigantic engines, most likely powering the two equally large engines on the outside of the ship.
The door slid open and he leaned his head in, "Lucy?". his statement was followed by a loud bang and an annoyed 'ouch' as an awoken girl, probably in her late teens to early twenties leaned out from behind one of the two engines.
"Do you have some kind of problem? Do you even realize that startling him of all people is probably the last thing you wanna do." She had stepped out from behind the engine and was angrily waving a large pipe wrench at him. "Now get over here and use your damn space magic."
If she wasn't about a foot shorter than him he may have been a little more scared than he was slightly amused. She was wearing baggy overalls that had been rolled several times at the ankles and a grease-stained white tank top. Her hands were covered by thick leather gloves, a welder grasped in her hand.
She raised the welder and pulled the trigger a few times to no effect. Apparently this was one of his new jobs…
He left the engine room, finger still smoking from where he had used his sunsinger abilities to become a human blowtorch.
Making his way to the bridge he ran into The only one who wasn't actively snarky or hostile with him.
The Frame named Bill.
He was, to his own amusement, carrying a small container of fuel for a blowtorch. He folded his arms, "Hey Bill. What'cha got there buddy?"
His response was immediate, "I am delivering this to Katie, as requested by the captain." Bill began to hum to himself happily as he continued on his way down to the engine room.
He could almost see Allie and her smug face as she purposefully made him a human powertool…
The door to the bridge slid open as he entered casting his glare around the room to find the woman who set him up. "Where is she? I had a little talk with Bill on the way up here and-"
The room filled with laughter.
The Captain finally revealed herself as she slowly lifted herself up from behind one of the many control panels, "S-So how do you like your new job here on the Iron Vengeance?", her laughter could probably be heard all throughout the ship.
Waiting, the one thing he was great at.
Waiting.
Waiting..
Waiting…
Right now, he was waiting for his target to arrive, or rather... Targets…
The first sign they had arrived was the rhythmic clanking of their joints as they made their way through the jungle, trampling plant life in their wake. Each marching automaton housed a glowering red eye, and a gleaming white core set in their midsections.
"Ready to fire captain. On your orders", the voice in his helmet represented the rest of his squad, they positioned themselves in the surrounding trees and cliffs, active camouflage hiding their physical and thermal forms from sight.
His grip tightened around the rifle in his hands.
Wait…
Now!
Shots began ringing through the forest and didn't stop until the last of the Vex patrol had been eliminated.
The skirmish, if you could even call it that, lasted a few seconds, and left only sparking piles of metal as a result.
Six cloaked individuals dropped from their perches, turning towards their leader for orders. The Exo in question only nodded and sprinted off silently, leading the squad to the location of their next ambush.
"Fall in!" A woman in bulky armor shouted fiercely at the rows of recruits from her place beside an equally bulky, if not larger, Awoken male. Her electric blue eyes shone brightly, much like many Awoken irises did. However only a few portrayed the amount of authority that hers did.
"You in the front!", she nodded to a taller human male, his blonde hair was buzzed short and the corners of his mouth curled upwards in a smug grin.
He batted his eyes as he responded, "Yes beautiful? How may I-"
Bang!
He cried out in agony as he dropped into a fetal position, grasping at his leg where the bullet had impacted.
The Awoken woman walked forward, placing her boot firmly on his skull, "I will be addressed as General or Ma'am! Any sign of disrespect will not go unpunished!", she motioned with her sidearm to the recruits who had been standing beside him, "You two, take him to the infirmary, the Tower does not had the need for incompetent brats like him."
The blonde moaned as he was carried off of the training grounds. Several of the other recruits casting quick glances at him. The woman returned her pistol to its holster and returned to her place beside the other Titan.
She smiled, "Now that that's over with. I am General Eversteel, I will be overseeing your Titan training in place of Commander Zavala, as he has neither the time nor patience to deal with you." Several of the young men and woman took nervous gulps, eyes staring straight ahead, just as they were taught in basic training.
The General's grin widened, "Don't worry. That boy was a special case, probably hadn't been in pain all his life.", she drew her pistol once again, extracting the magazine and pulling out a single round, "Rubber." Her words dripped with satisfaction, "Probably didn't even break his skin." She reinserted the rubber bullet into the magazine, inserting it into the sidearm.
She glanced around at the shocked faces before her, she loved her job.
"Down to level fifty of the tower and back up, take the stairs! I want ten laps!"
Three paths.
Separate once more.
Unaware of the Darkness fast approaching...
Hello! Yes, I'm back to finish what I started. To answer a few questions y'all might have: No, nobody died. People just drop things when they've been blasted out of a ship and gone through an enlightening time-bending experience.
So that should clear that up.
This story (obviously) takes place a few years after the First story, if you haven't read that please do so before reading this, as certain details will not make sense.
I really hope that this story works out, but if it doesn't, I'll just delete it and start over. You guys can forget things right?
~HB
P.S. This story is meant to take place before the events of Destiny 2 (XD SO EXCITED!)
