Prologue
Vicier wasn't the type of guardian who liked his job. It wasn't that he didn't like the Light, no no no the Light is what brought him back from death. It was what his Ghost (who he named Spark) was made of, he couldn't hate it. It was the killing he hated.
Every mission, every patrol, every scouting, adventure and quest ended with the blood of multiple victims on his hands. Fallen, Cabal, Hive and even the Vex all fell to his gun. In dreams, more like nightmares, he could hear the shouts of Cabal as they ran at him and the growl as they fell. He would see the dark dead eyes of dregs who got a little too close.
With the Vex it was the easiest they were a hive mind, if one fell it wouldn't mean much to them in the long run. The Hive were easy too, until Vicier learned how they became the way they were. Then they too joined the nightmares. Wizards screams, ogres pained roars, it was too much.
Vicier stopped sleeping, he stayed at the tower reading in the library. Ikora, his mentor, started to notice his strange behavior. So she assigned him a simple scouting mission, "gather intel from the dark area just beyond the cosmodrome." The area Ikora mentioned was occupied by fallen, he was to get information on the plans they were orchestrating and watch them from a distance. He agreed, so he would have the chance to clear his head of all these thoughts.
So later that week after stocking up on provisions and getting his ship repaired, he left the tower for the first time in two months.
What adventures would our hero [*consume*] beyond the wall? Will he [*enhance*] his understand [*replicate*] technologys- .%*&( ⁽)#
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Not too bad for a first fanfiction if I do say so myself. Sorry if it's a little short.
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And I have more on the way!
Next time: Vicier and Spark spy on stuff *gasp*