The sparrow's NLS drive hummed evenly and Lambda-12 felt none of the rough terrain beneath him… The optics carried his sight far, he could see the wall. Most Guardians chose to drop right into the Cosmodrome these days, it didn't sit well with him to do that. He liked the way the place presented itself as one rode-up planetside.

There was a barely registered jostling as his transport hovered slightly higher over what was once a well-paved road. The old… Automobiles? He believed that's what they were called. Came to pack the road from one side to the other. He stopped on a dime, got off, and surveyed the area as Cog transmatted his sparrow back to the ship.

There was not a sound. Once-upon-a-time, the howling of the Fallen had seemed so foreign to him. Now that he'd become used to it, the absence made him a touch suspicious. He was close to the wall now. He clambered inside through rusting stairs as he'd done so many times before. Eventually he found himself in a rather alien world…

The cavernous inner-chamber of the wall was once black as pitch and alive with the subtle sounds of the Fallen, how he'd relished his stealthy, regular transit through the area. Now, it was well-lit, not a corner left for the creatures to hide in. 'Seemed they were gone.

He made his way through the Divide and into the lair of Riksis, it dawned on him. Between the missing Arcadian Jumpship and choice whispers throughout the Tower that the old Archon hadn't been sighted for days. It was obvious that a Guardian, probably newly reborn, had stumbled through.

That new-born must've been brought back by a Ghost with a death-wish for them to have stolen that ship. Riksis being out of commission though? All probabilities were against it. He couldn't help but become nostalgic as he thought of his own rebirth. His journey became automatic as his mind accessed the files…
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Systems booted-up and red-light filled a confined space as his vision was restored. His hand shot-out to grab the weird jumble of geometric shapes that hovered just infront of him. "Hey!" Came a voice that he thought sounded decidedly western… He couldn't point to why he thought of it that way. Though he did have some concept of the fact that west was a direction.

"What are you, what is this, and." He paused, realizing something rather distressing… "Who… Am I…?" He asked in a voice filled with wonder. "I'll tell ya'. Butcha' gotta' let me go." Replied the small red-eyed robot in his hand, the voice indicated a deal.

Looking around a moment longer, he found that the thing was unlikely to escape. He was in some kind of… closet? "First thins' first… Tell me what you can figure, I'll fill you in on the rest… Y'know what you are, right?" The Collection of Geometry said, it seemed to add the question in a sigh. "I'm an Exo, who sounds like a scottsman, in a closet, with a ball made of shapes." He looked pointedly at the Collection of Geometry. It did sound ridiculous when put like that.

"I'm a Ghost, not a ball of shapes. Though… B-O-S, Boss… Has a nice ring to it." The robot seemed thoughtful for a moment, he ignored the slight chuckle the Guardian had at that. "I'm a little thing that can focus this… Light. Space-magic-stuff, keep you alive. Give you power too. You were dead by the way." The Exo didn't seem at-all phased by the last part. Instead he asked: "Can you tell how long it was this time?"
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Lambda was abruptly pulled from the memory as his radar indicated that an enemy was too close for comfort. His motions were nearly automatic as the knife sunk through chitinous-bone and plunged up into the soft flesh of the Acolyte's head… He was almost at his target, the Skywatch was close. He split his processes, and let himself sink back into memory as the 'autopilot' dealt with the Hive.
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The Ghost as it called itself, replied. "At least several hundred years. Wait, this time? As in you've died before?" And the answer came quickly, as if he'd been asked this too many times already. "Eleven times. Hence, Lambda-11…-Er, Lambda-12 now, it seems." The small thing seemed to light-up at this. "Wait, now you remember your name?" Once again, the reply seemed impatient. "I'd love to play 20 questions bruv, but my own systems are filling me in faster. First, I want out of this closet… Actually, how'd you get in 'ere?"

The ghost pulled its pieces close, tightening up… "I don't think it would be wise to leave 'fore we're fully acquainted… I transmatted myself inside. There's fallen-" That's about when Lambda had found the emergency lever. It seemed his last question was a distraction, and the statement before it was one of intent. The Exo creeped out, scanning his surroundings…
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And found himself seeing the sun again. The Skywatch was alight, and he could hear the battle raging. He jumped up atop the building in-front of him, looking down the scope of his scout-rifle he could see it was more of a skirmish. As combat routines took hold, heads popped, bodies fell. A Hive Knight and Fallen Baron were engaged in a dance of death…

It was more of a dance on the Baron's part, the Knight seemed to just be trying to get lucky and cleave the Fallen in half. An incendiary-grenade came between them… Red optics shined with fire as the ball of light took the perfect bounce.

The Knight cared naught for the flames that heated its armor and burnt its flesh, it simply charged towards him. The Baron on the other hand, had fled for the moment. Predictable as they usually were, it wasn't likely to be preoccupied with recovery for long.

He met the Knight on the ground, having pulled his favorite fusion. It charged, the blade was coming down, he felt his shields break under the dark power. The next hit would never come, solar-fire raged out of the barrel and the Knight reeled from the impact.

It regained composure just long enough for the next barrage to flash in its green eyes… It was completely incinerated. He turned to where the Baron was, it was gone, he'd have to kill the Hive to make it safe enough and the rest of the Baron's crew to fuel a thirst for vengeance.
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Finally able to see parts of himself, he could tell that he was wearing a lightly armored white body-suit. "Pulling your HUD up now Space-Cowboy… Don't worry, I'm not speaking out loud… 'See your motion-tracker?" Lambda did see it, he started going in that direction… "What'd you say these were?" His voice had changed in those few moments since his escape, it was a soldier's drone now. The Ghost replied as curtly as it could. "We call 'em Fallen… Arachnoid aliens, gas-bags. They breathe this stuff called Either, seems to be all they need to live. Obviously, they won't be pleased by your wakin…"
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And pleased the Baron was not. Its eyes betrayed many things, shame, jealousy, rage and hatred… Lambda reloaded his fusion rifle, he offered a bowed head to the Fallen but it didn't return the honor. It laughed in a way that seemed bitter and maybe even self-righteous. Lambda's optics came to see the reason, a shadow came over, a new crew dropped out of the skiff behind the Baron.

And a Servitor too, it shot a warming beam over the Baron, his health renewed. But Lambda knew how to match this… As the Dregs and Vandals came from behind their leader, the Exo subtly commanded his Ghost and jumped backwards into the air, a launcher appeared from his subspace-storage.

The dregs trembled for a moment and the Vandals readied to scatter. None of them were faster than a rocket. He spared no time sending the next one to the Servitor but the Baron was not idle, it'd blinked and only just after the rocket left the tube there was a fist clenched around the Hunters leg.
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The drone came again, with a hint of urgency. "Please tell me I've got weapons…" The small robot replied by generating a knife and dropping it in-front of Lambda, then it indicated the meter which represented available Light. The Exo caught the knife mid-drop with speed only his kind could muster… He said one last thing as fire charged in his robotic hand. "I think I've figured a name for ya' Collection of Geometry…" And if his form had allowed it, Lambda would've smirked…
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Lambda was thrown and felt servos shatter with the force of the impact, he rolled as best he could. He came to see the Servitor, cracked and nearly broken, only three shots of his scout-rifle and it shattered completely. Cog's light washed over him and flaming shrapnel from the Barons weapon whizzed past.

He pulled his fusion, and dumped all the ammo he could into the Baron… It refused to fall. He channeled Solar-light into his hands, a cannon of pure-flame manifested. One shot. Two. The Baron staggered back for the first time, another incendiary was at its feet. He thought it might not fall…

His will steeled, and he aimed true, he could swear that in that moment before his last shot that a streak of purple ripped into the back of the Fallen Barons head… The helmet cracked, his final shot found its home in the creature's head and the entire form stilled, then exploded.
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Author's notes:

This is my first story on here, I hope it's received well. Please read & review, criticism is as vital as our sense of pain, 'helps us know what's wrong.

Chapters are unlikely to be very long, at-least not in the beginning. I do set myself to a 1k word-per-chapter minimum however. Also, the small paragraphs, a result of typing these up in Word. Frankly, I actually don't much care for the desktop view of stories on here anyway... Stretches it all out horizontally, though I assume many are probably used to it.

I'll have the next one out within the week. These three chapters are introductory, So we know our protagonists, so not as much over-arcing plot.

I'll have a more substantial note section at the end of the third chapter, for these first three, I want an un-interrupted flow.