A world of darkness. Lightning flashes, and rain pelts the dark soil and broken spires of long-gone high rises. A Guardian lies there. On his knees, clutching his head as the thunder and lightning rip agonizingly through his head. Writhing in agony from the splitting pain, he looks up at the dark figure standing before him... and shrieks in terror as it raises a clawed hand forward...
Drex Harth sat bolt upright in bed, the motion flinging his blanket off. Drenched in sweat and shivering in fear from the nightmare, he practically scuttled off the bed and crossed the room to his 'wardrobe'. It was just a single mannequin with his Future War Cult supplied Titan armour draped over it.
As he slid into his armour and grabbed his personal SUROS Regime, he considered the dream. It had practically seemed real, almost like a vision... he decided not to contemplate it. It was probably just a nightmare induced by all the stress he was under fighting the forces of darkness.
Yeah, that's all. He hurriedly walked to the head of his ship, the Spindle Demon, and started the system. He stopped thinking about the dream, and focused on what he was doing.
But as he woke his Ghost, and began the descent from orbit to the Tower, he couldn't help but shake a deep feeling of foreboding.
Drex was a Titan Guardian. Under the helmet he had fair skin, blond hair and piercing blue eyes. His face was hard, and he looked every bit like the powerful soldier he was. But he still felt slightly inconspicuous as he walked among the other Guardians at the Tower. Most were buying or storing items, some were chatting and messing around, climbing the tree and playing with the gravity ball among other ways to enjoy their short time at the place they protracted. Quite a few were yelling angrily at the Tower's resident Cryptarch, Master Rahool. One in particular was shrieking about his legendary engram and shaking what looked to be an uncommon hand cannon in Rahool's face.
Drex couldn't help but feel some slight sympathy for the Cryptarch, but continued down to the Vanguards. When he arrived, he approached the Titan Vanguard; Commander Zavala.
"Ah, Harth," Zavala said, half smiling. "How goes the fight?" Drex smiled back.
"Pretty good, sir. My Fireteam took down a Cabal warlord last week." Commander Zavala nodded his appreciation, then got to business.
"Why are you here, Drex? You certainly aren't here for armour or weapons - The Future War Cult seems to have supplied that for you." Drex grimaced, then proceeded to describe his dream.
"I know I should ignore it... but I can't ignore this nagging feeling. As though the dream was either just that, or was something more." Commander Zavala considered this.
"Could you recognize the place you were in that dream?" He inquired. Drex nodded in response.
"It was London." Commander Zavala nodded.
"I wouldn't dwell on it, but if you still have that feeling then head into the No-Man's Land with your Fireteam, and see if your dream was correct." Recognizing this as a hidden dismissal, Drex turned to go, but was stopped by Zavala's hand on his shoulder.
"Tell Eren and Arina I said hello." He said warmly. Drex nodded to show that he would, then left the hall out of etiquette. Once back in the main area, he called up his Ghost and disappeared in a burst of shimmering blue light.
Just before he left, he saw the same guy raving to any other Guardian who would care to listen about his uncommon hand cannon from a legendary engram, and watched another dancing around with Spare Change.25 and Felwinter's Lie.
A Cabal Phalanx roared, spittle flying through the air as it crouched behind its shield and sprayed wildly with it's weapon. Although it was a highly experienced soldier, it was no match for the power of light.
A scatter grenade exploded against it's shield. As it was knocked backwards by the blow and its shield blown askew, the cluster of smaller grenades exploded in full force against its chest. It was instantly disintegrated by the void energy the grenades carried, and the Guardian who threw it grinned at the kill.
Arina Fletcher was a Warlock who had showed huge prowess with Pulse Rifles and explosives. As a colossus found out as her Lance Nova Bomb, charged with her Annihilate upgrade, slammed into it and blew it into oblivion. Arina was a human with shoulder length black hair with light red streaks, but that was kept under her Dead Light Hood helmet, keeping her green eyes and full lips hidden.
Before she knew it, a group of legionaries and phalanx charged her. As she raised Red Death, Eren let himself be known. The Exo Hunter charged forward, knife charged with arc light. He threw himself against the group, his blade carving death wherever he went. He crosscut one across the chest, dismembered a phalanx's shield arm before beheading it, sending the black blood of the Cabal spurting everywhere.
Eren-8 was a male exo. His optics were a bright white and the light that burned behind his mouth was a pale blue. The colour of his 'skin' was a light grey with a digital hexagonal camouflage pattern, and there was a green splatter over his left optic.
He spun as his knife discharged the last bursts of arc light, and threw a throwing knife with pinpoint accuracy at a legionnaire. It lodged in its chest and detonated, blowing off half its body in a hail of dark blood. Another met its end in the form of ridiculously powerful bullets as Eren spun like lightning and drew The Last Word and Hawkmoon. He fired one shot from each respective hand cannon into the unfortunate Cabal.
As he turned to the last legionnaire, it's head snapped to the side as three high-velocity bullets slammed into the side of its head.
Arina smiled at Eren under helmet, and lowered Red Death, the barrel still smoking. Eren sheathed his now normal knife, holstered his two exotic hand cannons after reloading them, then went to join the only other member of his Fireteam.
"Not bad," Arina said, smiling. "Only two shots that time." Eren sighed.
"Look, these things don't exactly roll over and let you shoot their heads off, y'know." Arina chuckled slightly.
"Yes, I know. And that's why I-" she was interrupted as a ship flew over their head. They both recognized it as a Kestrel-Class AX0, coloured blood red and with grey trim, coloured after the pilot's armour shader.
The Spindle Demon.
The two Guardians faces split into large grins.
"What's Drex doing here?" Eren asked rhetorically. Arina managed a shrug before blue light flared before them and Drex Harth appeared, resplendent in his FWC armour with his custom red and grey shader. He pulled off his helmet as he stepped forward, as did his friends as they embraced warmly in a clank of armour.
"It's so good to see you guys!" Drex said, smiling warmly. Eren and Arina gave voice to their agreement by punching him lightly on each shoulder, their Fireteam's personal symbol. He returned the gesture.
"You're still with FWC, huh?" Arina said, noting his armour.
"And I see you're still with Dead Orbit. Guess that Al-Suhail helmet wasn't doing you much good." Drex smiled. He was correct. Arina wore Extropy Morph Crucible armour with the Million Million shader, but she now also wore Dead Orbit's Warlock issued helmet. Arina was also unique - one her left arm she wore her Dead Orbit Warlock bond, while on her right arm she wore the Bond replica of the legendary burial ring of Ulan-Tan. Her Voidwalker prowess allowed her to draw from the double warlock bond and increase her power. Eren tutted, still smiling.
"You guys ain't got nothing on New Monarchy." He jeered, showing off his full New Monarchy set and his cloak. His cloak had been issued by New Monarchy, but had his personal logo imprinted on it; The Last Word and Hawkmoon crossed over a blood splatter. Eren was also unique - he could effortlessly swap between subclasses, with charging his blade with arc light or solar powering his hand cannons to wield dual Golden Guns. As far as he knew, Drex had no special talents like that, but still he laughed, enjoying the banter. It was just like it had always been - the three of them against the forces of darkness, and laughing and having fun while they destroyed the endless legions the darkness threw at them.
"So Drex, what are your doing here?" Arina asked. Drex instantly sobered up, his grin twisting into a lemon-sucking grimace.
"I need to ask something of you." He admitted.
"Anything for you, bro." Eren said, worried but absently spinning Hawkmoon in his left hand. Drex looked at them seriously.
"You guys can decide not to come. I'm heading into London, and I need more than just myself to... to see." Arina and Eren fell silent, contemplating his offer. Then, in unison, they both nodded.
"As I said... anything for you." Eren said, smiling. Arina nodded in agreement. Drex smiled widely in relief.
"So, you gonna tell us why we're going in there?" Arina asked, curious. Drex nodded, and began explaining his dream. After his explanation, the two Guardians still came with him.
Drex felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders as the Spindle Demon flew for Earth, with Arina's ship, the Cloud Errant, and Eren's ship, the Crypt Hammer close behind, their very presence reassuring to him in a way no set of armour or an exotic weapon could be.
Hey guys, thanks for reading. As this is my first official fanfic, I'm honoured you read this far. Feel free to review and criticize, because I need all the help I can get! Thanks for reading, and I hope you'll enjoy the next chapter. Peace!