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Become Legend Ch. 1
1300 Hours, October 21, 2716
It was a cold autumn day in New York city, or at least the remnants of it. The Fallen tore through it, leaving only destruction in their wake. Rubble littered the streets, while rusted cars held full human families, bones picked clean and bleached by time.
A lone Ghost floated through the maze of death and decay, contorting and scanning several sets of remains. It could feel a strong aura of Light nearby, he knew it to be his Guardian. It felt higher up, possibly in one of the skyscrapers. The angular orb flying up to survey the city. He spotted the Guardian on top of on of the shorter buildings. Upon closer look he saw that tattered rags of a armored battle dress uniform lay around the presumable male skeleton and an Old Earth military rifle stood propped against a rusted A/C unit. A curious thing about the scene were the numerous Fallen shells that piled around him. Their badges sported a blood red Fallen helmet on a backdrop of deep black.
"House of Giants," the Ghost said.
The House of Giants were the smallest house of Fallen on Earth, but what they lacked in number they made up for in shear individual size and tenacity. Several reports held that a single Vandal from a Fallen outpost slaughtered a Fireteam of combat-tested Guardians. This man took out at least five. The Ghost could feel the Light that coursed through his bones.
"Let's get this show on the road," Ghost muttered, floating closer to the body.
Bones moistened and reformed. Cartilage drew between the joints. Lean muscle spread wrapped around the while ligaments and sinew linked the joints together. Skin enclosed the regrown human and hair sprouted from it's head and chest. He gasped for breath, spurring a fit of rasping coughs from lack of use.
"Guardian...Guardian? Eyes up Guardian!" the orb of Light said.
The man's eyes snapped open, fixing on the Ghost. He stood and groaned as his weak body protested. The tattered rags fell to the decayed roof. He stared at the Ghost disbelieving, his panted breathes creating a dense fog.
"What are you?" he croaked in a gravelly tenor.
"I'm a Ghost. Actually, now I'm your Ghost. And you...Well you've been dead a long time. So you're going to see things you won't understand," the Ghost said. From far off a guttural roar booms, catching the attention of the Ghost and the man. "This is Fallen territory. We aren't safe here. I have to get you to the city."
"Hold still," the Ghost ordered, scanning his naked body. Suddenly, a black Kevlar-like material began spreading over him. The material creating similar black and grey buckled boots. It reaches his head and encloses it as a glossy material covers his face. Instantly, lights snap on.
Initializing Heads Up Display[HUD]
Initialization Complete
Running Biometric and DNA Diagnostics
Complete
Uploading Audio and Video Recording Program
Complete
Welcome to the Guardians, Titan Pietr [Surname Unknown]
Pietr remembered his name, or the Ghost did it for him. He stared at the Ghost, disbelieving of the situation. Without warning, it disappeared. Pietr looked around urgently before he heard a voice broadcast into his ears.
"Don't worry, I'm still here, but we need to move. Fast."
Pietr did what he was told and approached the gun. It was slightly rusted but still covered in a matte black finish. He grabbed the hand grip with his right hand and hefted it closer. It weight felt oddly familiar. He inspected the gun quickly and thoroughly, with a sort of muscle memory. The hologram sight was cracked but otherwise in good condition. Clicking the magazine release he was relieved to find it was full. On top of the unit was an extra clip, and slipped into a ammo slot on his suit.
"Looks like we won't be fighting," Ghost said.
Pietr nodded and moved towards the roof entrance. The rusted steel door screamed it's resistance as rusted hinges ground together. He took to the stairs cautiously, moving swiftly and steadily. Each stair creaked against his heavy weight, bowing in some areas.
The ground floor of the building was even more decayed the the stairs. Striped wallpaper peeled from the rotten drywall. Threadbare furniture was covered in a thick layer of brown-grey dust setting on dull ceramic that was either cracked of stripped away. Pietr spotted several torn and burned pieces of luggage beside a bullet-filled, wooden counter.
"There's an abandoned Air Corps base north of this position," Ghost said.
"Alright, let's get moving," Pietr said as he pushed open the dirty glass doors.