House of Devils
The titan walked up to Zavala. "Vanguard," he said politely but with a smile, holding a data chip between two of his fingers, "you put out a bounty on Sepiks Prime?"
Zavala nodded. "He casts a great shadow over our city," he said with his usual dramatics. "He must be eliminated."
The titan nodded and handed the chip to his ghost who promptly filed it away. "I'll get right on that, then," he said.
"Not alone, you won't!" Cayde-6, the hunter vanguard, called from across the table. He turned to a hunter standing beside him. "You want to help hot-shot over here take care of business?"
The hunter and the titan sized each other up for a moment. He was a human, male, with unkempt long hair and a shadow around his eyes. She was an awoken with light freckles on her face, her purple-streaked hair tied in a bun.
Finally the hunter smirked. "I mean, I could always use him for heavy ammo if I run out."
The titan smiled back. "Always happy to be the cannon fodder, ma'am."
"Since when are you happy to be cannon fodder?" the titan's ghost said once they were aboard his ship.
"Since always," the titan protested weakly. "That's how I patrol, you know that."
"Yes, I know that," the ghost said, well past exasperated. "Who do you think keeps rebuilding you after you get blown up?"
"Hey, now, I happen to think I do a lot more of the blowing up than getting blown up."
"Oh, sorry, my mistake," the ghost said, not sorry at all. "You do your 'RARG TITAN SMASH' thing, blow up almost everything in the area, and then have your guts pulled out by the one thrall you didn't kill!"
"Yeah," the titan said with a smile, "good times."
If the ghost had had hands, it would have slapped its face with one of them.
"So," the titan said, "the most important question." He turned to his partner. "Is Sepiks Prime a boy servitor or a girl servitor? To the left."
"Good question," the hunter said, throwing her grenade to her left. "Wait, do servitors even have genders?"
The titan cocked his head. "Honestly," he said, reloading his hand cannon, "I'm not sure any of the fallen have genders. Ghost, how are we doing?"
"The fallen have beefed up their security," one of the ghosts said. "It's like the whole thing's wired to a–"
He was cut off by a loud siren echoing through the refinery.
"I'll work quicker," he said sheepishly.
The hunter reloaded her sniper rifle. "I'll take captains?"
The titan nodded. "I'll take the floor."
The titan looked up at Sepiks Prime.
And up.
And up.
"I can't smash that," he said quietly.
"I can't slice that," the hunter said.
They both pulled out their rocket launchers.
The battle was hard fought, but it was over. The titan and the hunter sat on the edge of one of the old catwalks, savoring the moment.
"We should do this again sometime," the titan said, then caught himself. "Can we do this again sometime?"
"Eh, you were ok," the hunter said, though he could hear her smirk. "Yeah, we should do this again." She looked around. "Have we checked for any salvage?"
The titan motioned to one end of the room. "We can pick through the remains, I suppose."
The hunter shrugged and walked over. With a shout, she spotted one particularly shaped piece and held it up for the titan to see.
The titan laughed. "Guess we answered that question!"
Yeaaaahhhhh I might be writing about my and my wife's Destiny characters. This might be the closest I come to crackfic.
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