Ch.1:The Martyr, Siobhán
I'm tired, I'm cold, and I'm out of ammo. Such is the life of a hunter.
The dead people are new though.
Not to say that the average hunter doesn't spend most of our lives around dead people, it's just not usually the corpses of fellow guardians, and they're usually not responsible for the aforementioned dead soldiers.
I'm not saying that I killed them, no of course not. They were dead long before they found me. They were already dead by the time they tried to save me, they just didn't know it yet. That being said, I'm still guilty, I shouldn't of gone into the moon alone, and I shouldn't of let myself be caught off-guard. I shouldn't have let my ghost die.
It materialized to scan something, a door I think, and I left to keep watch. Keep watch for hive in the moon, ha, ha ha, ha ha ha. They grabbed it and tore it apart, the last thing I heard from it was a distress call. and that's how they all died. First came the titan, greeting the horde with a roar and a shotgun, he was blindsided five minutes in. Then the warlock, casting lightning across the masses.
Didn't do much to protect against the Knights swords.
And lastly was the hunter, the one I knew before he died, the one who mentored me. He lasted the longest, vanishing and reappearing through the Hive, slicing and chopping and blasting the Thralls and Knights. But I could see the fear. He was more jerky, less fluid, less lethal. His mistake was when he slipped, just an inch, barely noticeable. But we both knew what it meant.
His next strike whistled through the air just in front of the chest of a knight, slamming into the chitin wall, trapping the knife, and his last means of survival. The crunching followed, he screamed, they all screamed, but his was the worst. They piled onto him, and I ran. I ran and ran and ran, straight into a dead end. And they caught me.
But I wouldn't die.
No matter how many claws punctured my suit, pierced my skin, and tore at me. I. Would. Not Die. Not before them. I did everything i could think of to kill them. I shot, stabbed, electrocuted, set on fire, blew up, blasted with void energy, and beat the darkness to death. I fought the Hive, I fought them in their caverns, I went deeper into the mass grave they called a fortress, an I fought back out.
My mentor is dead, the people who tried to save me are dead. I am alive. People greater than me are dead, and I am still alive. As I think this, I am being leaded onto a ship. Someone's talking, someone blue. I focus on what they're saying for a moment.
"We have a proposition for you, one that we can't afford for you to deny."
"Yes.
"We haven't told you what we want."
"Will I get to kill Hive?"
"Uh, well yes actually."
"Then I don't care, I agree."
The blue man stared at me for a second, as if trying to decipher my thoughts.
"Well then, you just made this much more simple for us."