The ship faced a rough route ahead, and barely upheld its passengers to their destination. It seemed like the landing gear itself gave a sigh of relief, as it touched ground and supported the aircraft towards its final rest.

The Guardian was transported to the outside of the vehicle, which had acted like a comfort zone. In fact, the ghost noticed that its Guardian had, for the first time, relaxed since her awakening. She seemed to feel assured and secure in the skies.

They were greeted by a crew of staff inside the Towers hangar. Led by a young woman who threw her arms out in a friendly gesture.

"Welcome to the tower, Guardian. My name is Holliday. You're lucky that you're standing on both of your feet, flying that old piece of scrap." She grinned and gently guided the Guardian through the commotion of her employees, who immediately started to work on the old Jumpship.

"We'll equip you with something more trustworthy by the end of this night. We'll discuss my compensation for it later. But for now, our priority is to get you portable." Holliday nodded a goodbye towards the pair and returned to her crew.

The Guardian observed the hangar cautiously and started making her way upstairs, towards an outdoor area.

The gentle summer breeze gave a heartedly embrace and carried scents of life. Sweet and refreshingly fragrances swirled out from the vegetation, which bowed politely underneath her feet. In the distance, the sun was setting. The heaven was painted in astonishing shades of violet, pink and orange.

Underneath the skies, a great white sphere and below it; thousands of small lights, which resembled a starlit atmosphere. The numerous lights twinkled within the skyscrapers of the city.

"It took a century to build… This last, safe, city on earth is the only place that the Traveler can still protect." Her ghost clarified, as if it was aware of her impressions.

"The Vanguards are expecting us. Follow me" it urged, and showed her the way towards a great entrance.

Down the first flight of steps, the Guardian saw emblems carved inside the wall. The second stairway led down to a hall occupied by fellow Guardians, who seemed to be busy at their desks, that stretched along the walls.

As the they passed them, she noticed that she drew their attention. She most certainly felt like she was being observed.

At the end of the corridor three figures awaited them, they appeared to have their hands firmly folded behind their backs.

"Welcome #9." The female stranger said, and bowed discreetly.

"My name is Ikora Rey. To my left, Cayde-6 and Commander Zavala." Ikora gave a moment of silence and studied the Guardian, before she raised her head and established eye contact with her newest warrior.

"You have been brought back for a reason, 9. Your energy was carefully restored and compacted into this advanced piece of technology. Once constructed, it was welded with the light of the Traveler."

The ghost gave of pleasant beep and added;
"I was sent on a mission to revive a great Warlock, who died centuries ago. It took me a while to find you, but I did." The Vanguards stood quietly and expected a response from their guest, but it remained silent.

"Perhaps your Guardian have experienced quite a rough awakening, ghost?" Cayde-6 asked inquiringly.

"I believe she might need to contain her thoughts." Ikora stated before she proceeded,
"However.
You carry an extraordinary responsibility to fight against the darkness. It is your destiny. I suggest you start your training as soon as possible, Guardian."
And with that, the Vanguards returned to their positions around a great table that was stationed in the centre of the room. The foreign superiors went back to analyse a great map which was spread out in front of them.

Nine had no intentions of hanging around, she turned and walked back down the hallway from where she had come. When she walked up the stairs she stopped for a moment and analysed the emblems on the wall.

There were three emblems that seemed unfamiliar to her, but when she examined one of the symbols she felt recognition towards it. Her hand reached out and touched the battered rock of the wall. It tenderly followed the sculpting that shaped the outlines of the symbols.

"The warlock order." Her ghost responded and appeared to give a twinkle in its blue, mechanical eye.

"I was one of them?" Nine wondered, with her hand still resting against the cold wall.

"You were. An Awoken Warlock, peculiar place to find one in the Cosmodrone…" The ghost pondered to itself.

"Why was I Awoken?"

"Awoken. It's a race. We brought you back from the dead, yes. But you are of the Awoken classes, did you not notice the similarities between yourself and Commander Zavala?"
The Guardian drew her hand back, towards herself, and slowly removed her glove from it. Her skin had a radiance which gave a resemblance to that of an amethyst crystal. It pulsated of brightly coloured whirls from deep within. She wondered whether her eyes had the same, robotic glow as those of Commander Zavala. And they did, even though Nine wouldn't know it herself.

Her thoughts immediately brought her attention back to the wound she had suffered on the Cosmodrone. As her hand reached up towards her shoulder she couldn't feel any pain, only a torn piece of armour.

"You are neither dead or alive, Guardian. You are made up of restored energy. Energy does not disappear, it just scatters. Let's just make sure you don't scatter yourself too much until your energy is restored again." The ghost said as it examined the broken shield and gave of analysing clicks and bleeps.

Nine took the last steps back up towards the Tower Plaza. She walked up towards the railing and looked down on the city underneath them.

"This is planet Earth. You are the biggest hope for the civilians of this City. Without Guardians, all will be lost."

"The creatures that hunted us… what are they?" She asked.

"The Fallen are minions of the dark. They've hunted the Traveler for eons and wish to destroy it. These beings are not dependent on the light, like we are." Ghost replied.
They stood in peace and followed the Sun's fade in the far distance.

"Oh. Every time we visit the Tower, it would be a good idea to hand me over to Tess Everis and her team, for some updates and synchronisations." Her ghost spun and faced a small building behind them.

The Guardian released the railing and dropped her deep thoughts, with a discrete sigh she walked up towards the booth where a young female overlooked the view of the Plaza.

"Hey Warlock! Handing in you ghost for updates?" She asked casually.
"Yes, for the first time today." Nine responded as her ghost soared inside to the busy office of Everis.
"I'll have it updated within three hours or so." Tess nodded humbly and disappeared behind the drapes that secluded her workplace.

The passage to Nine's right side, stimulated her curious nature. She took a stroll down its colossal corridors, passing some robots that swept the leafy ground and approached something that looked like a marketplace.

On the outskirts of the platform there were a bridge, which connected to a separate part of the building. Inside, a huge mechanism circled and spun around a hologram of the Traveler. Behind it, a passage led to a balcony that overlooked the civilian City below.
The area was peaceful and quiet, no fellow Guardians or Vanguards roamed here.

She glimpsed up at the large hologram in the middle of the room, but wasn't interested in investigating its causes further.

Instead, she made it out on the balcony and sat down on the barrier that protected the Tower's visitors against a vast drop from its edge.

When she made herself comfortable, she felt like she was being studied. Nine turned her head discretely and noticed a figure who stood peacefully in the back corner of the room. It had no outlines in its face, no eyes or mouth. It stood there, and investigated her, but made no efforts to interact. Nine felt relieved, it was a rare moment of privacy, on which she could truthfully evaluate her thoughts and emotions.

She was in an alien environment, brought back to fight a war. The last hope of many other creatures that roamed this planet. Her heart went out to them. She felt like she had no other choice but to pick up her weapon and fight. She knew that she would be sent out to complete tough missions in the name of the Traveler.

At this instance Guardian #9 made the decision to make it out alive, and face up to her duties. She wanted to become one of the best and she would work hard for it.

The darkness of the night swept over the Tower and a confident, passionate Guardian took her first steps towards an unknown, dangerous future.

She collected her Ghost at Tess office, and proceeded to Holliday's garage. A freshly painted ship, in an aluminium and orange shifting design awaited them.

"As agreed, we'll discuss my payment later." Amanda drew the finishing sentence in her notes and stretched out her hand and gave the new Guardian permission to board the ship.

Nine spent the night circling the Earth's orbit. Her ghost had just informed her that Guardians, who are just compacted energies, did not sleep. Thus, she laid peacefully inside and observed the stars that stretched far away across the galaxies.