"We'll see you on your way, Guardian." Or, at least, I will." Ikora and Zavala won't leave here for a long time" Cayde-6 chuckles.
My name is Kaizen and I am a newly resurrected Warlock. What this world is, I may not know for a long time. But that isn't important as of now. In my hand I have a cabin number. I ask my Ghost if it knows where the cabin area is, and it leads me in the right direction.
"Shouldn't you have asked Cayde back there?" it questions.
"I guess I forgot" I remark, to his dismay.
"Warlocks aren't meant to forget, they remember." it says, with a rather stern tone to its voice.
"It seems I'm different then, doesn't it?" I cheerily remark back.
As it turns out, Guardians lockers are in their cabins. Cayde told me that Warlocks need their own cabins to study and deal with themselves, which didn't fill me with very much confidence because I can deal with people just fine. Or something.
"Cabin 2385" my ghost points out to me on the sheet. "We can take the fast transport there if you want" it tells me.
"I'll walk." I say. "I'd like to take this all in."
Ikora said a new set of armour would be waiting in my cabin locker. She stated it would be sufficient for me to start my career as a Guardian, but also said it wouldn't be anything flashy or ridiculous. Or anything that powerful either.
She was wrong.
In the locker I see the newest looking, shiniest gold and black armor waiting to be worn. The helmet was in the design of an golden Jackal, and the robes were black,and went down to my shins with a gold oval encircling the shoulder region. A white, weaved cloth fell down from the middle of the robes, and was encased by a large black belt with pouches I assume are for ammunition or other items. The sleeves of the robes were plain black, with the wrist and palm covered in a white wrap, the left hand holding two golden rings on the index and third fingers. The trousers were also black, but has golden scaled kneepads. The boots were black fronted and golden scaled,and went up to my knees with a slight heel.
"This shouldn't be here" I exclaim. "Ikora said nothing flashy would be here"
"Look, there's a note at the bottom of your locker" my ghost points out.
I pick it up it, and it reads:
"I have been watching you from my hideout on Mercury. I saw your future and I have deemed you worthy of this armour, for I have no use of it anymore. – Osiris"
"Who is Osiris?" I inquired.
" A warlock who was exiled many years ago. The Vanguard deemed him insane and no one has heard from him since. Except you."
"This makes me special in some way? I don't feel comfortable wearing something that has been worn by someone else"
"Why are you complaining? This kind of armour is what some Guardians only dream of getting! You should feel special!" my ghost shouts at me. "That aside, the back of the note claims that you must put on this armour manually." it goes on to state.
"It's getting late. Ikora said she would see me again early in the morning" I say.
I lay down on the bed at the side of my cabin and I close my eyes. I have a lot to come.