Alrighty guys. Here's my take on Destiny. I do not own Destiny, the only thing I own is the characters I made up and the story in which I was inspired to create. Please comment good or bad, as it helps me improve the story. However I ask you leave an explanation to your comment as well. Don't just tell me its awful, tell me why and where YOU suggest I could improve.
What happened?
"Why are you hesitating?"
"Eh. Dunno. Figured I'd already gotten my point across."
Everything... hurts...
"Well might as well get it over with..."
"Not worth the effort."
Where are my weapons?
"Yet, you've killed the rest of its squad."
"Yep. Your point?"
That's right...
The two voices continued on their debate... but it couldn't focus on their words anymore...
Everything happened so fast. It was just supposed to be a regular ambush. It was just one human. They'd slain so many before. Their Captain was so sure it was going to be more like a slaughter than a fight. Kill the human, raid the corpse, and collect the bounty. It was almost Dreg work, yet the bounty was so high for its head it had been waaaaay too good to pass on. How had it gone so wrong? It had the entire pack at its side. Yet... here it was...
How... did we fall to this?
It tried to open its eyes. The light only made it worse. It stung causing it to hiss and flinch at the light, blinking slowly to recover. Then both pairs of eyes managed to focus downward, looking at the arm that held it by the throat; and the figure that was attached to it. Small yet strong, so much stronger than they could have known. A dark crimson cloak covered most of the helm, but a single pair of glowing, yellow eyes stared back at it.
My pack...
Most of its pack fell quickly before they even came close. All the Dregs went down like they had never seen a day of combat before. Its fellow vandals, comrades, and brothers in arms, didn't last much longer. Even the ones who tried to get back and take aim with their wire rifles were killed just as quickly as the others that rushed in with swords.
Even the Captain.
The Captain had charged in with reckless abandon, with no gun, favoring four shock swords to go in for the kill. It had seen it with its own eyes. Their prey took out two vandals with ease with a strange knife, falling down with one as it fell dead to the earth, rolled with it, and then suddenly glowing with the most intense blue-white fire it had ever seen. Wielding a small pistol bathed in the same fire, it shot down the captain cleanly three times in the chest. The first shot clearing the shield and the other two rounds piercing through the chest. Dropping the large Fallen Captain like it had been nothing...
A fool anyway...
Still... It could feel warm life blood trickling down its lower arm, and hear the soft dripping on the dusty ground. It could remember laughing, almost as if the sound of their laughter was ringing around it from the night before with its fellow vandals about this prey. They all thought it was a joke, and easy kill. The Captain sought to rise above the ranks for this kill. To replace their fallen Kell that had been defeated in combat by a mere... human. Or three if the story was true. The Captain had been a fool. They all had been... They all had acted like reckless Dregs and it had cost them dearly...
"Well what now?"
It painfully turned its head over toward the voice... A small robotic thing that reminded it of a Sepitor, but it was too small the shape was all off and it glowed a white-blue instead of purple. But that one glowing eye staring back... The glowly stare bared a stark resemblance that captured its four-eyed gaze on it.
"I figure I drop its ass here and leave it to die or fend for itself. Either way. No point to kill it."
It turned its head back to the hooded figure, the human, which held it up by its neck one-handed. All it could see through the crimson cloak that covered the human's head was a faceless helm marked in gold paint of the symbol Reef Queen, preventing from seeing the human's feature that was protected beneath. Suddenly the pain vanished, the grip on its throat was gone and it hit the ground with a heavy thud. It stayed down in the dirt, a small pool of blood collecting on the ground under it from its wounds.
While it lay there, its mind raced in thought. The Fallen followed the strong, consumed the weak, and moved on. That was in their nature. This human was strong. It had killed its entire pack like an angry Kell does to any unworthy crew or single Fallen that has displeased it. Maybe... It thought... just maybe this human was worth following; worth calling a Kell. It was traitorous to its kin, but what else did it have to lose? Its pack was completely wiped out, defeated, and dead. That's what happens when one follows an unworthy and weak leader like the Captain had been. It had known the former Captain was a poor leader, but it had earned its rank through sheer, fearless zeal in a raid and somehow had been the only survivor to return to report to the Baron.
This... human... I call it...
It gathered itself from the ground, rising only but a little to kneel before the human with its head hung low, both pairs of arms turned out in a submissive manner. Would the human kill it and walk away? Abandon it here, to die? Its heart raced in its chest, as a silence followed. It could only wait for a response.
The human, who hadn't been paying much attention to it, bushed its single pair of hands together, as if wiping away the filth of it off them about to turn away; suddenly stopped and looked down at it as it groveled in the dirt. Then the human took it off guard; a fast bark of a laugh, as if amused.
"Hey Ghost. Look at this!"
"I... Think... you it on the head too hard..."
"Kell... wooooorthy." It rasped in the gruttal tone typical of a fallen with a dry throat; while keeping its body low to the ground, and dropping both pairs of eyes at the human's boots so not to raise offense that might prompt the human to simply kill it instead.
"Ha! It thinks I'm some kinda Kell! That's fucking funny!" The human chuckled more.
"Ummm... I don't like this...It might be a trap."
"Only one way to test the theory."
"What are you doing?" The ghost hesitantly asked.
Click...hisssssssss.
It didn't dare look up.
"That's completely reckless! Wh-"
"Hey you! Look at me." The huntress barked at him.
It complied and looked up just enough to see the human had pulled off its helmet and its face lay open to the air. Short black quills, no hair, frizzed and messy from being inside the helm deep blue eyes stared back at it and it suddenly felt like a young whelp again. The Huntress, it looked female by their standards, bore dark grey war paint on its face in the shape of a human skull. The helmet now clipped to her belt at her waist.
"You really want to follow me Vandal?"
"My... Kell... I serve." It said, lowering its eyes.
"No. Look at me..." She clapped her hands. "Hey I said look at me."
It turned its gaze back onto the Huntress's.
"Alright. You can come along. But none of this bowing shit. Got me? Get up!"
"You got a name?" She demanded, putting her hands on her hips while her Ghost just hovered near by looking back from her to it as if it was really uneasy with this whole thing; expecting it to leap up at any time and strike her dead.
It nodded back in answer.
"Voxen." It spoke, slowly rising up to its feet, but still staying low enough to meet right at eye level with the Huntress.
"Alright Vox. Off with that helmet, I want to see your face."
"Vox?" It tilted its head to one side in confusion.
"Yes, Vox. For short. You got a nickname now." The huntress replied. "Now, off with that Helm. I'm curious as to what a Fallen's face looks like without one or can you not breathe without it?"
"I can."
"Off with the helmet then."
Hesitantly, but almost fearful of the Huntress's wraith if it did not comply, it placed to hands on its helm using the second pair to unlatch the locks on it in the back, pulling it off in one swift motion. Its light grey, almost scaly looking skin looked like it was not exposed to the air of Earth often. Even without the optics on its eyes still glowed blue as if a bright fire burned with-in, and its ridge of hair on its head flexed and sprang up from against its head. The short bristle of hair rose up and down a few times with a nervous reflex to it.
It could breathe this planet's air; however, it did not give her strength like the ether did. The vandal felt weaker and even more vulnerable than it already had, defeated and bleeding lifeblood all over the ground.
"Huh, cool Vox. So you a dude or a chick?"
Voxen tilted its head to the side again.
"You should be more clear. I'm sure that Fallen probably do not understand human slang words, if they speak a human language at all." The Ghost chirped in dryly.
"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine..." The Huntress sighed, rolling her eyes at the Ghost then refocusing her attention back on Voxen. "Are you male, or female?"
Voxen took a second, absorbing the words spoken, finally understood and replied.
"Feee...male?"
The Huntress lips pulled back in a sudden snarl, unsettling Voxen and her quills flattened on her head as she shrank back. Yet the rest of the human's body language didn't match. The Huntress turned to her ghost and the snarl got wider.
"Raven's gonna get a kick outta this! And Draco's gonna be sooooo fuckin' pissed he lost the bet!" She squeaked in an excited manner.
"DRAC-0 will be very upset, but right now I think you've startled Voxen here." The Ghost observed.
The huntress looked back at Voxen again and her snarl disappeared.
"Oops... sorry Vox, it's a human thing, well awoken too, but it's not like I'm snarling at you. It's call a "grin" or "smile". I'm just getting a kick outta a lost bet. You understand bets and gambling right?"
Voxen, still unsure, rose up only a little, her quills still flattened. She understood gambling; her former pack had done it all the time. Mostly as to when the Captain's temper would flare and who would be unlucky enough to get the blunt end of his wraith. So she nodded at her new claimed Kell.
"Good! You're gonna love this when we get back to the Tower." She grinned again. "My name is Shadow, by the way! Ghost summon the ship, we're gettin' the fuck outta here!"
"You got it. Though I'm not sure it's such a good idea bringing a Fallen with us to the Tower."
"BAH! It'll be fine! Voxen will stick close, unarmed."
"Alright..." The Ghost didn't sound convinced but it really could stop the Huntress from doing what she wanted.
"Alright, the ship is on its way, however we can't take our new found friend with us on the ship how I normally just pull you onto it, it's going to have to come close to the ground actually open the door to board. This area isn't a good place for it to land. The canyon is too narrow for your large ship you've insisted upon."
"Interesting, well get me my sparrow and we'll drive there." Shadow responded as if strange events like this happened on a daily basis for her, placing her helm back on, clasping the locks and pulling her hood back over it.
"Vox. Get your helmet back on, disarm and give me your hands out in front where I can see 'em." She spoke almost grimly pulling a rope off of her belt and beginning to unwind it. "I don't trust you quite yet not to stab me while I'm driving."
Voxen complied unhappily, following Shadow's instructions. The first part, well, she was already unarmed. Her weapons among the bodies and mess around them. She was afraid the Guardian would simply kill her if she attempted to do anything outside of what Voxen was ordered to do, as was the Fallen way. She put all four limbs out in front of her for the Huntress to bind her and she watched as the Huntress tied her four wrists up, all of them together. At the same time, the Ghost was summoning the Sparrow, and Voxen watched it materialize beside them. Once the Sparrow was solid, waiting to be driven, Voxen's Kell pulled her over to the vehicle prompting her to climb onto it and then tied the Vandal down to it towards the back end while still leaving just enough room for the Huntress to sit down and take the handles. The ghost vanished before Voxen's eyes as Shadow started up the Sparrow. Then they were off!
The ride was highly uncomfortable as they blazed down the semi-frozen landscape of the Mountain terrain. Voxen had to hunker down and lean over the smaller human while she steered the small vehicle downward along a trail, she could smell the human's unique scent right under her nostrils and the smell her cloak burning in the wind. The ride even more uncomfortable with her wounds still throbbing and bleeding. The Ghost, somehow, was nowhere in sight, yet she seemed to know where her ship was when the Ghost had been the one that called it from where ever it had been waiting for them. The Kell maneuvered over the rugged landscape with absolute easy, and the sheer speed of the small little Sparrow made poor Voxen forced to lean in closer to the human to hunker down to keep from ending up being dragged along side. The ride wasn't long, but it was felt that way as it was awkward and uncomfortable to be tied down and in close proximity to a member of a species that would normally have just put a bullet in her head.
They rounded around a mountain pass and out into the open, and up on top of a cliff awaited a very large Guardian ship, turned around engines going with the back open down and awaiting its passengers to board. Perhaps that's where the Ghost was, perhaps not, Voxen could only guess either way. They left behind the Mountain pass and the bodies of the pack that Voxen felt no bond to anyway.
The Sparrow slowed down as the thrusters died down as they made their way up the path of an old ruined road straight to the ship. Shadow pulled into a gentle turn onto the awaiting ship. As soon as the power to the sparrow was cut the Guardian threw herself off of the vehicle and the Ghost appeared beside her as if it had never left her side the entire time. Voxen gaped while she was untied from the Sparrow. She rose and stood, hunched over as the ship was never intended to carry a Fallen such as her aboard, her hands were still bound and she was tied to a metal bar on the back of the ship nearby a small seat in which Voxen would probably find her in as they took off.