A/N

Hello readers! This story is still under development and this is one of many chapters we hope to have done in the future. Myself SOVERIGN and my friend SilentxChaos both are writing this. We are using information from the grimore cards and our memory of Destiny 1 and 2. The Story will be going through Destiny 1 story and we will be going through it as we see fit. It is for fun and enjoyment and we wanted to share our story if anyone else wanted to enjoy it as well. We are open to advice and criticisms that would help our writing improve but please no Flames.

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-The Vengeful-

Location: European Dead Zone

5 hours later

They said the Devils right?

Devil sources, mhm.

Hestia released a low, contemplative hum, as she cleaned her shotgun. The weapon had been a gift from the Awoken Queen, a long time ago, and Hestia looked after it more than her pulse rifle which was her primary weapon. Thana floated around her occasionally scanning one of the fallen corpses for information or other interesting finds. They were everywhere a good 15 or more with the House of the Devils insignia marking their clan. Hestia herself sat on top of a dead captain who laid in a pile of ash. Small embers twirled in the air, extinguishing one by one.

Something's escaping me. I know it Thana her brow creased in a small frown under her helmet as she thought. This is the sixth stronghold I've ransacked. You're sure the recording's trace ends here?

The first two Devil holds had been dead ends. The third, their stroke of luck, established a weak connection between the fallen audio device and another location. They followed it to the next Devils location, only to find the signal bounced. Hestia trailed it to here...and suddenly it was gone.

None, Hesi. It's dead air.

Hestia scratched her neck. Was her targeting waiting to ambush her? Most like but she wished he'd be quicker about it. Of course, he had somehow repelled two groups of Guardians already. That still left her unsettled. Why send a single Guardian after fireteams had come through? Rather, why not send a single elite fireteam to flank and smoke him out?

Maybe it's 'cause no one likes working with you Thana stated nonchalantly as he returned to Hestia.

She blinked, then laughed, though in reality it was nothing but a mere audible scoff. If Guardians don't have the gull to work with those they loathe, it's a wonder our number don't swindle at a higher proportion.

Still...if my target was Hive I'd be more susceptible to blind catering of orders. Hive are my specialty. I like Hive ruins if not the places they like to lurk- which reminds me, Thana, send a thank you note to Eris Morn for allowing me to hear one of Eriana-3's entries. That was most invigorating.

I did that last week Hesi.

Last wee- "Shh." Hestia half-raised her hand for silence before checking the motion and realizing Thana had long de-materialized. It was more a subconscious reflex, just like how she occasionally spoke aloud to her Ghost even though that was never necessary. Placing the shotgun on her back, Hestia retrieved her pulse rifle and settled it at her hip. She stayed silent and watchful, her senses itching as something but what was un-placeable.

The massive Fallen watched his prey from the shadows of his cave seeing her on the bodies of those she had killed. Thalrix held no love for the Devils and the dead before this Guardian actually gave him slight joy in a sense. He eyed the Guardian noticing she was female and not his target. However, this one like the others weren't his target but could be stepping stones to him.

With a growl he stood up to his full height more than menacing for just a fallen. He kept his cloaking on as he slowly stalked around the Female Guardian knowing he is completely cloaked Thalrix then began the game he had made when he faced the previous Guardians.

Once returned to his cave entrance he used his shrapnel launcher to fire one shot, not even well aimed in fact but enough to serve its purpose. He then uncloaked and let all around witness him retreat soon to reengage his cloaking as he entered the low light.

There he waited for his prey, there the game will be played.

Incoming! Thana yelled in her helmet. Hestia already was moving, diving from her spot. She heard the sound of a shrapnel cannon firing and then exploding a few feet above where she'd been. Hestia glared at it, but then saw a single red blip on her HUD. She looked up and saw the Fallen. Their eyes met briefly. Then he disappeared into a cave.

Found him.

He's big. He's really REALLY big. Can we go home now Hesi?

And miss meeting a new friend? You need to be more extroverted honey Hestia smiled as she stood and brushed off her robes. Thana made sullen grumbles in her head as she critically looked at the cave. Are there any other entrances to the cave?

I detect a tunnel heading south-southeast but no entrance in the immediate vicinity. We could see if the tunnel leads anywhere?

Hmm...could be he trapped the tunnel which wouldn't give us the benefit of surprise.

Please tell me you're not thinking of charg-

Let's walk through the door, shall we? It seems we have been invited after all.

Thana sighed. Hestia switched her loadout for the shotgun again and made her way to the cave entrance. She came from an angle, peering in while hiding the majority of her body. Somewhere further in the cave she heard the drips of water in a still pool. Fungi grew along the path but the cave itself seemed barren of plants. Hestia observed the area in front of her, waiting to see the tell-tale shimmer of a Fallen's cloaking device, or hear footfalls, or catch a hint of a trap. There was nothing-barren.

Readjusting her grip on her gun, Hestia walked in.

Thalrix watched the Guardian walk in every sound was echoed and mimicked at every point of his cave like home. He had perfected this by testing it on the Devils. Every sound and every step sounded like it came from multiple directions. Thalrix growled and it too bounced and echoed all over hiding his exact location.

He waited and watched as the Guardian walked in weapon raised and ready. She was too far in and he activated his trap the front of the cave now lined with trip mines he prevented her immediate escape but they could easily be shot if he allowed them to.

As she got to the center of the room there was a light ray from the ceiling, a crack in the cave letting the light in only on that one spot. Thalrix growled and knew it was time to begin.

Thalrix (Eliksni): "To come here alone was foolish, but you are not the one I seek. Where is the metal one with the cloak"

Thalrix roars this yet makes sure not to be seen his home working perfectly as it masked his true position.

Oh man oh man oh man-

Hush, Thana. Translate would you?

Um o-okay...

Hestia turned away from the cave entrance, now blocked thanks to a trap she'd failed to see. She wasn't concerned. The rocks would be easy to blast away. What did pique her interest was the fallen talking to her. She waited for a moment while listening to Thana's translation of the guttural Eliksni. She cocked her head.

"The metal one with the cloak? You're going to have to be more specific than that, Vengeful."

Maybe it's Cayde? Thana spoke mutely to Hestia.

Cayde-6 and every other Hunter...possibly throw in Saladin too.

Oh dear.

Thalrix growled and threw a device in front of the female Guardian. The triangular device held symbols that are so unused in the current Fallen culture they were almost forgotten.

Thalrix (Eliksni): "The metal one that is seen after his sin!"

The device activates and a figure with a torn cloak with the hunter insignia on it. The figure glitches forward and backward slightly it being a stolen picture from a video or recording. The guardian is barely seen but he holds a signature weapon, a hand cannon with a set of spades on it.

Hestia picked up the device, peering at it. "Fascinating...I don't suppose you'd allow my Ghost scan this, Eliksni? These symbols intrigue me."

As she peered at the Hunter, she spotted his hand cannon, black and white with a white spade on the barrel. Hestia blinked at it then gave a hefty sigh. Ah Hells thought the Warlock

Whoa...I was right? Neat! Thana giggled to her.

She wrapped her knuckles against her helmet, causing her Ghost to protest and fall silent. Hestia shook her head before re-addressing the Fallen. "Listen, Eliksni...Vengeful...whatever your name is. As admirable as your efforts have been you won't get to who seek...ever. Even if you did, you wouldn't stand a chance against him."

Come to think of it, when was the last time Cayde-6 left the Tower?

I'm pretty sure he seeks out when Ikora and Zavala aren't looking.

Sounds accurate.

Thalrix growls angrily and as the Guardian moved closer and picked up the device he was actually mere feet from her. Upon hearing her insult and the information that he could never reach his target it made sense where this Guardian is. Their stronghold, their Tower.

The Fallen warrior swiped the device from her hand and an invisible hand shot out at her gripping her neck. As he lifted the squirming Guardian he uncloaked lifting her to his eye level. He growled with rage and his four eyes peering at her with equal rage.

Thalrix (Eliksni): "I will go to your tower then, and when I find him his death will be painful. I don't care how many times I must kill him! He will pay for who he took from me!"

Tossing the Guardian to the ground and rushed down a previously hidden part of the cave. The sound of a loud ship coming online, a skiff.

"Thana! Ship! Now!" Hestia gasped as she scrambled to her feet. The air around her heated, shimmering, and then she was pulled from Vengeful's cave-

- into her jumpship. Hestia grimaced, rubbing her throat with one hand while tapping at the controls with the other. In front of her, she saw a Fallen skiff rise above the trees and turn towards the direction of the Last City. She bared her teeth and followed.

Oh man, Hesi, are you okay? What do we do now?

Well, considering the joyful antagonism waiting for me if it should be publicized I willfully allowed the singular four-armed pest best me and target the Tower...I suggest we stop him.

...oh. Okay. How do we do that?

Ah, now that's the crux of our embarrassing dilemma, isn't it?

Hestia nibbled her lip. They quickly caught up with the Fallen skiff, it being slower than her small jumpship. She set them among the clouds so they wouldn't be spotted by the Fallen. Allowing him to reach the Last City wasn't an option, even though she had no doubt he'd be shot down within five miles of the walls. Assuming he could get inside, his life would be shorter still. So strange Hestia thought to herself I've never met a suicidal Eliksni before. I wonder what drives him-

She suddenly recalled what he said. Not what was taken, but whom. Her lips parted slightly in a soft sigh. Then she pressed them together and set her ship into autopilot and chartered a course. Thana, on my mark, transport me onto the Fallen skiff.

Hesi, no! We don't know how many Fallen may be on there!

Relax, it'll be fine. Ready? Three...

Her ship dipped and boosted, heading straight for the skiff. She felt Thana's fear.

Two...

Oh Hesi I don't like this.

One...mark!

Her ship skimmed along the skiff's roof, twirling to avoid the flag banners on top, then zipped away back into the clouds. In that brief instance, Hestia suddenly found herself in the skiff's cargo hold, gun at the ready.

Thalrix knew his plan held little chance of success but as he flew towards his target his either boiled inside him in utter rage and possible vengeance at hand. His larger cargo being carried where vehicles would be is covered in a multitude of tarps and rags concealing its identity. As he was reaching his target he heard the gasping of breath behind him. Thalrix growled as he pulled his blades turning to see the Guardian before him.

Thalrix (Eliksni): "You will not stop me. I will reach my target and if i must bring your people to their knees I will to achieve my revenge!"

Thalrix had set the Skiff on an automated path so he wouldn't have to fly it himself as he dealt with his intruder.

-Meanwhile at the Tower-

Zavala looked at his friends then at his battle reports. He often looked at them and like a common commander thought and strategized how to make casualties, no matter how temporary, lessen. However, as he thought more he heard the perimeter alarms blare.

Human Worker: "Sir Fallen Skiff inbound! We only see one out there"

Cayde-6: "Well shoot it out of the sky! we have guns use 'em"

Zavala: "Agreed, aim and destroy the skiff now!"

Zavala watched as the cannons came online but the weapons master grumbled and punched the controls. He looked at the frustrated man and before Zavala could ask the weapons master looked at him.

Weapons Master: "The skiff has the stolen Guardian IFF signature the cannons are coded to not shoot friendlies!"

Zavala: "Manual Override now!"

As they went into a frenzy Zavala looked at the incoming craft knowing they will have little time to shoot it down before it arrives. The City may be at risk if it does break through the wall's defenses.