A lone figure sat on top of a street sign in the ruins of The Cosmodrome. A hand cannon, one he took to calling Silence, on his hip and a rifle sitting next to him. The well-polished weapon shone in the fading sunlight. The figure took down his gray hood, removed his helmet, and sat it on the side opposite the weapon. He ran a wrapped hand through his spiked brown hair with a sigh, said, "Another day in this hellhole." His voice was quiet but firm.

A ghost appeared next to him.

"Fancy some reading, Kylar?"

"Sure. I think I will." Of Mice and Men materialized in the man's hand and he opened to the frayed and yellowed page marked by his bookmark. The book was one of his favorites. He'd read it multiple times over, and he loved it more each time.

Off in the distance was the airplane graveyard. He could see the flickers of movement caused by the Fallen patrolling. He should go do something about it, but at the moment he was enjoying the sunset and a good book. Various oranges, reds, and yellows painted the landscape. With a hand gesture, the book vanished back to his immaterial inventory. He replaced all his equipment and dropped onto the ground, where a Sparrow waited for him. He hopped onto the hover-bike-esque machine and activated the heads up display inside his helmet. It pointed out a patrol mission in the area, so he figured he'd take care of that and then head back to the tower.

Upon approaching, the beacon sent its objective directly into his visor.

Eliminate high ranking Fallen captain.

"Simple enough," he muttered. A marker appeared to guide him to his target, and his Sparrow made short work of the distance. Around the decrepit hull of a plane, a group of Fallen sat. They seemed to be guarding the area for some reason. The guardian couldn't see the usefulness of it, but decided not to worry about it.

A small mass of rocks provided just the vantage point he needed, and with the use of his double jump technology, he was at the top with no effort. He peered through the scope on his rifle to scan the area, but didn't see his target. He sighed.

"It's never fucking easy."

He drew his hand cannon and dropped to the rocky earth. He fired once and a dreg's head exploded, leaving nothing but sparks. The noise attracted the rest of the Fallen in the area, and they began to swarm him. Two more shots and two more Fallen on the ground.

Three more shots. He thought. One of the most important things to remember was counting your shots. Missing a reload could mean death. Kylar pressed his back to a wall, most likely some piece of ruined machinery, when a grenade landed at his feet. He dove to his right and landed gracefully in a roll behind another piece of cover. He thanked whoever was watching for the abundance of cover around here.

Kylar peeked his head over his cover and saw his target. The word "captain" glowed a bright yellow above its head, marking it as stronger than the rest in Kylar's mask. He was flanked on either side by a vandal. They were also designated with yellow names.

"Time to silence the Fallen."

Kylar leapt on top of the waist high wall he was using as cover and propelled himself into the air. As he was directly over top of the enemies he pulled the pin on an incendiary grenade and dropped it. It landed in between the vandals and the captain. The captain was smart enough to dive away, but the vandals weren't as lucky. The grenade burst and flame erupted on the vandals. They ran and tried desperately to put themselves out, but failed. They fell to the floor, smoke rising from their charred remains.

Kylar landed easily and glanced around for the captain. "Where'd you go, you bastard?" A strong blow hit him in the back of the head. The captain's forearm collided with his head, staggering him. Kylar raised Silence and fired a few times at the creature, but its shields protected it from any damage. The captain swung again and Kylar ducked under this blow before letting loose the few remaining rounds in his gun. The captain's shield fizzled out. He was vulnerable. Unfortunately, Kylar was out of bullets.

Kylar drew his knife and quickly closed the distance between his and the captain. He aimed a lunge at its stomach, but it managed to avoid the strike. The two went back and forth trading blows, Kylar managing to deal enough damage to keep the shield deactivated.

The captain planted a strong kick into Kylar's stomach and he fell backward. One knee hit the dirt. The captain stood over him triumphantly with his weapon pointed in between Kylar's eyes. He stared down the barrel unflinching, determined to not fall to this creature. Kylar activated his double jump, soaring into the air. At his peak, he turned his body and threw his knife downward. The captain looked up to follow him, and the blade embedded itself in the monster's face. It fell backward with a thud, a small dust cloud rising where the body hit the ground. Kylar landed next to the corpse and retrieved his knife.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen."

His ghost appeared next to him. "Seriously?"

"Shut up. I've earned the right to make a shitty joke."

"That's debatable."

"C'mon." Kylar said as he body sagged. "Let's go back to the tower. I'm exhausted."

Kylar walked out of his ship and into the hangar with his Ghost by his side. He made his way through the large open room and up to where the shipwright was. He gave her a nod and continued on his way. He turned to his right and made his way into the small lounge area. He fell onto the couch with a sigh.

"Oh, I needed this." He muttered as he stretched out on the chair. A few other guardians were conversing behind the counter on the far side of the room, but they weren't anyone he knew. Kylar took the time here to rest, at least until he felt as hand on his shoulder. Cayde-6 stood there.

"Come with me."

Kylar cringed. The vanguard for all hunters wanted him. He either did something really good, or really bad. He supposed he would find out soon enough.

The walk to the area where the vanguards stayed was silent, but Kylar couldn't complain. He always enjoyed the silence; that is why he named his gun after it. The room was empty, which was very surprising. He had never seen this room empty. There was always someone doing something in here.

"Wait here." Cayde-6 told me. So, he complied. After roughly five minutes, the other vanguards approached, each with a guardian on their particular class. The warlock was a human woman. She was a little shorter than he was, with blonde chin length hair and vibrant green eyes. Streaks of darker green face paint crossed from the left side of her face to the right.

The other was an exo titan. Its metallic head was white with a black streak going down the center, and there was a large "horn" on the front of it, which was also black.. He stood taller than Kylar, and was rather intimidating. Cayde-6 spoke.

"Kylar, Geirmund, Maya, meet your new fireteam members."

Oh shit.

I know its really short, but bear with me. It just felt like a good place to cut it off. See you in the next chapter.