Takes place during The Mission of Enemy of My Enemy: Lighting the Dark. After battling with Ghaul and the Red Legion. The Guardian, an Awoken female returns to the watery moon Titan and encounters a certain forsaken Captain and a very different outcome to what she expected.
Essentially an OC that has encountered every possible scenario in Destiny & Destiny 2, save for the scenario she is currently in on Titan.
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It was almost like every other mission from before. Get in, slay all the hostiles, summon your ghost and let him laser the object of interest, get out and then reap the rewards except, we never made it out. Free I mean. When we left that base on Titan, we also left our freedom. I knew I shouldn't have come back to that place. Without my fireteam...
That Captain. He was larger than a regular one. He also had more resources than we expected. What type of captain can have several large servitors and a heavy shank at his disposal, not to mention a walker, is beyond me or my ghost. My ghost theorizes he isn't the low rank of Captain as thought, but may be greater.
Mithrax The Forsaken is what our intel has on him. Though to be honest in the position I'm now in, it feels as if I've been the one forsaken.
So much for vanquishing countless enemies of the light. Like, who defeated Ghaul single-handedly? Who disbanded the House of Devils by killing their Archon for their first mission? What am I doing? Blaming my comrades for not being able to find me... Not like they died during the fall of the City right?
I think it's for the best if they never know what happens to me. To be immortalized in the name. Tales spun as guardians sit in a cave from their patrols around the wall. Whispered at the bottom of pits and in the far reaches of space, to warn the newly spawned enemies of the dark. Of The Guardian, to list them of foes she has slain.
My Ghost tells me my egomania is showing up... Heh... My excuse is it's my coping mechanism.
As for how the guardians who are looking for me. They think I'm dead, or soon will believe I'm dead. If the charred cloth of my cloak and the half atomized pauldrons that fell off from my shoulders are any indication.
I was unprepared. That Fallen, too many steps ahead of me. Looking back it that scenario. I knew I wasn't the hunter I was meant to be. I was the prey. The perfect Guardian, The Guardian, to be made an example of. I hope the sudden data burst my ghost sent will reach them. Hopefully, a way for them to not fail like I did.
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Also in latter chapters may include trigger warnings such as excessive violence.
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