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"Hey ONI" - Speaking out loud

[Yes I remember]- ghost/ONI speaking

'It was you fault'- My talking to ONI within Mental link/ Thinking to myself

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`"Hey ONI, did you break my on-board computer again? I know that was you last time." I say, trying to input coordinates currently. Trying was the keyword, as all I managed to get out of the machine was an 'ERROR'.

My ship was the 'Crypt Hammer', the tan and orange shades of the ship contrasted to the emptiness of space. I found the blueprints while I was in deep Fallen territory, when a cache caught my eyes, as it's golden and steel look gleamed in the light. Upon opening it, the blueprints for the ship was in a data crystal, so as soon as I had the chance I went to Amanda. Me and Amanda has known each other for a little while, I would help her here and there with repairing ships, so she was more than happy to help build me a new ship. Not to say I did not fork over some Glimmer, approximately eight thousand Glimmer, but since I recently went through a Fallen lair, I has plenty of Glimmer to give. A few days later, my ship which Amanda and I named 'Crypt Hammer' took its first flight.

I was wearing my Crucible Apriest 1.0 chest armor and boots, with the Dead Orbit's Heliopause Mask, and have Sealed Ahamkara Grasps on my arms.

By plating the Ahamkara bones in silver helps to quiet the auditory hallucinations...Oh bearer mine… There is so much to burn-

I quickly shoved these thoughts to the darkest corner of my mind, trying my best to silence the voices. The rest of my fireteam and my friends, Spectre-9 and Dren Ogel, were busy at the moment. Spectre-9, the Exo titan, was busy patrolling the Dreadnaught, while the warlock Dren was busy with Ikora Rey and Cayde-6 about the task I was currently on. Dren and Ikora sense that there is a large power Fluctuation on the top of the Citadel, and that it is possibly the Vex are effectively trying to tear a hole in the system, and possibly trying to call upon a massive amount of Vex to take over the Sol System. That is what you would call, 'bad'.

[I am sure of this, and I said it was an accident. Do you think we should consult Ikora or Dren about this? It sounds like something they would need to hear. And do not call Cayde, or else you too would never get anything done.] My ghost, ONI spoke, a few beeps in between. My ghost had the Dread Explorer Shell on, the black look matching my allegiance with Dead Orbit. ONI also did not like the Kingslayer Shell, it made him feel… cold…

I turn to look at my ghost."I can just land at the base of the Citadel , we can walk the rest of the way. Besides, I don't want my ship to get any scratches." I say as I sit down in the pilot's seat, lifting my hood off and transmatting my mask, revealing my face. It was a lightly tanned face, with a few scratches here and there. Dark, grey orbs hung in the middle of my face, and if I wasn't moving you would think I was dead. They used to be a bright silver, full of life, but after what happened with Oryx, and… well just The Taken in general, it drains the life out of you, no pun intended.

Anyways, I had dark brown hair covering the front of my face, which ONI has pestered me that I needed cut countless times. When I was infused with the Traveler's Light, I was around 18 years of age, making me seem young. I transmat my weapons to my body, my trusty Ace of Spades and my sniper, Stillpiercer. They were both weapons created by the gunsmith, Banshee-44, and my hand cannon was recommended by my mentor and friend, Cayde-6. My Sol Edge and its exotic bother, Raze-Lighter, stayed in my inventory, Along with rewards from the enemies I've killed.

The Auto rifle 'Does Not Bow' I found in the Ketch of Taniks, The Scarred, along with his flowing cape. My 'Treads Upon Stars' was rewarded when I ended the Psion Flayers, My ghost has tried to translate this weapon's inscription, but the Cabal language has proven difficult to parse. I altered the Psion Flayer clock I received to match my Subclass, so it would match anything really. My Imago Loop, which I found near the gate of the Undying Mind, was a pale white hand cannon, with Vex lights around it. The Grasp of Malok was found after battle against the screeching wizard, Omnigul.

I can still hear those screams ringing in my eardrum.

In my special inventory, the Darkblade's Spite sat as my only fusion rifle, pulled from Alak-Hul, the Darkblade himself. The Hereafter was my other sniper I used at some point, mostly for long-distance battles. My favorite and only shotgun, the 4th Horseman, was a powerhouse. Just the cluck noise of the firing sound of this weapon made it amazing. I had a few sidearms, such as a JabberHakke-D and a Ironwreath-D, when I am in close quarters. Along with my swords, I carry a heavy machine gun, the "Baron's Ambition", from the massive shank that invaded Rasputin's bunker, the S.A.B.E.R.2.

I am not a man of rocket launchers, but when the occasion rises I carry "The Hothead" rocket launcher, rewarded from Lord Shaxx himself. he gave me some blueprints to make a few other weapons, but I did not have time for them

As a loyal supporter of Dead Orbit, the "Revenant" shader, along with my Oblivion Cloak, was givin to me by Arach Jalaal himself. I felt proud that day, knowing my support was not in vain.

[Approaching Destination. You ready?] ONI asked, his single photoreceptor looking at me. I set it to auto pilot mode, and prepared myself to touch down. A weightlessness feeling surrounds me, and as soon as it came I felt my feet planted at the base of the Citadel.

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ONI materialized to the left of my field of view. [I am pulling up these reports Ikora and Dren sent us. Large power fluctuations are beginning to form at the top of the Citadel, and from what Ikora has reported, the Vex technology that is there has been altered. So, it might not be the Vex that is activating this technology, I would be careful if i were you.] ONI exclaims, a few clicks and beeps in between.

I begin my trek up to the top of the Citadel by walking along the broken steps and the Vex metal bridges. Two Axis Minotaurs guarded the small stairway to the right. Four suppressed shots rang out from where I was sitting, shattering their metal frames.

"Easy enough so far" I say within my mask.

The superstructure ahead of me seems… off for some reason. A chilling feeling surrounds me as I walk up the stairway, the place that is usually swarming with the Vex, now seem barren, and cold. The spare Goblin was stationed around the complex, doing what most would seem like would be a patrol route.

The darkness feeling seemed… familiar. It's almost like…

NO!

The Taken! I should have known!

A deep black Blight was floating in the middle of the gate entrance. Taken Psion were guarding the Blight, while hobgoblins were perched on ledges, trying to end the Psions before they could duplicate.

But something was off. Usually another Taken enemy was guarding the blight. Unless…

'Roll left!' my mind kicked into action. I shadestepped out of the way of the mechanical fist that slammed down on my previous position. From the thin air, It seemed that the ground cracked by itself, but I knew better. Taken Minotaurs had stealth tech, and it was easy to be surprised if they can get to you.

'I don't have time for this' I think, as I reach for one of my smoke bombs, packed with neurosensors that my armor picks up, rendering me invisible. As I pass through the groups of enemies, I reach the Vex lift, that takes me to the top of the Citadel. ONI talked to me, using our mental link.

[You know Dimitri, I do not want to startle you, but I do not know what could happen when we get up here. If it is the Taken opening this rift and not Vex, We could be taken to another dimension. So just… be careful ok?]

I then look at the ascending platforms ahead of me. 'If we do go somewhere, I would want it to not be threatened every day I stand.'

I knew that it was too much to wish for.