A/N: I do not own ANYTHING from Bungie's "Destiny" franchise. Characters such as Cayde-6, Amanda Holliday, and the Colonel, are not my creative product. However, Holly Hawk, Perry, and Cameron Blurr are my original characters which I created for the purpose of this fic. Please enjoy the silliness of my humor and let me know what you think by leaving a comment. :)

Chapter 2

{Entry 2}

Here I was thinking I was going on a serious mission and BOOM!
That wasn't the case after all.

Cayde is sending me on a "Cayde stash" run.

Woohoo...{sarcasm}
Just like usual Cayde's directions are BOGUS!

How does he expect me to get these supplies before "Crimson Days"?!

I could have arranged a date for "Crimson Doubles", but noooooo.

I'm stuck doing this!

Okay, I said "date", but who am I kidding?

No one so much as looks at me.

Last year, I totally thought I struck some luck with a Human Hunter.

He was pretty...he was...yeah, he was handsome.

Don't ask me his name by the way.

I didn't get the chance to find out.

Anyways, I was sitting at the Spicy Ramen shop enjoying my food.

Next to me was—said Hunter—who couldn't seem to keep his eyes off me.

I remember how hot my face felt and it wasn't the ramen.

By the time I finally worked up the courage to say "hi" to him—wouldn't you know it—he wasn't staring at me because I was pretty.

Uuuuugh!

I had a piece of NOODLE somehow stuck in my hair.

Needless to say, he chuckled and pulled the noodle out of my hair.

I ran faster than a charging Titan.

I have not stepped foot in that shop since.

Why? Why is my life like this?

{End of Entry}

European Dead Zone/Trostland

Cayde Stash/1 of 5

0800 hrs/Current Day

By the time I left the Tower, it took about two hours to reach my destination: Trostland. The trip wasn't incredibly long, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more going on with Cayde's plans for me. Though I'm naturally skeptical—realistic I like to think—I can never be too careful with Cayde.

He is a jokester after all. He's the type that ends up surprising you the most when you least expect it. I tried to shake out the thoughts in my mind as my boots touched the Trostland dirt. Now wasn't the time to get deep. Now was the time to work. Playtime would come later.

It was a sunny day here in Trostland, as the sun shone overhead. I looked out over the distance soaking up the view of the broken-down cathedral a couple yards before me. The rising humidity caused heatwaves to roil up from the old stone walkway. The smell of Trostland was the same as usual, baked mildew and the twang of old rust that never seemed to blow away.

Looking down to my hands, I fiddled with my helmet examining the sides of it. After my moment of scrutiny passed, I placed it on my head as I welcomed its snug confinement. "How do you like your helmet upgrades?" Perry asked as he appeared before me. I didn't answer as I moved my head around, making sure the seal was tight.

Every upgrade was different and sometimes it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. However, this time was different. It was almost as if this helmet was made for me. I sighed delightedly, "Well, I don't feel dizzy." Perry gave his version of a wink and waited patiently as I continued to play with it. "'Knucklehead Radar', huh? The sight on this thing is...wow!" It was all I could manage as the glee took over.

Perry made a sort of sparking noise as his version of a chuckle. "It suits you," he managed playfully. "Why thank you I—hey! Are you calling me a 'knucklehead'?" I cried playfully. My ghost didn't answer as he winked out, leaving me to shake my head. "Man, that's messed up Paris!" I knew I hit a sore spot when he appeared close to my helmet's display port. "It's Perry, not Paris," he scolded before disappearing. I giggled while I unholstered my hand cannon—Trust—from my thigh.

"You're so silly, Perry."

He said nothing as I checked the rounds on my hand cannon. Satisfied with my inspection, I started walking forward in the direction of the cathedral. "Hey Perry, can you give me Cayde's bogus directions again?" I asked as kindly as I could. As much as I love to tease my ghost, if I go too far, he tends to ignore me for a couple hours.

"Checking," he said before uploading data to my helmet's audio system.

I took that moment to crouch behind a wall that barely came up to my waist. I peeked over the partition, checking left and right. My helmet detected nothing but a small rabbit hiding in an old bus headed in the direction of the "Outskirts". Knucklehead's radar interpreted the small rodent with a red outline of its figure.

"Greetings!" Cayde's voice poured into my helmet. "If you're hearing this, then that means you're in Trostland."

I rolled my eyes as I stood to advance on the cathedral. Making my way up the steps I paused as I saw a streak of blue light skim the edge of my vision. I did a tuck-and-roll as a swarm of blue streaks fired their way through the dark cathedral entrance like a swarm of angry bees. At that moment, my helmet began detecting at least a dozen Fallen enemies.

"So, this stash I dropped. You know, it's a funny story." I rounded off a couple shots as I heard Cayde laugh dryly. "I lead some vandals into a broken-down down castle. Since they were chasing me, I let them pretend to pin me down." Cayde's voice didn't falter, but I knew that wasn't the case. I shook my head and laughed as I returned fire. Two Vandal's decided to peek through the doorway of the cathedral and I took advantage of their boldness.

I popped off two rounds with my Trust, sending both Vandal's to the ground like ragdolls. Ghostly, white ether poured out from their corpses in a hiss. "They did a bang-up job! They had their wire rifles out, but they were no match for Ace. Piece of cake!" Cayde bellowed proudly. "I let them get a couple jabs in—you know—to boost up their...esteem," the exo reasoned. "Anyways, I had them right where I wanted em'."

Running into the cathedral, my radar picked up two Dregs hugging the wall to the left and right corridor. Keeping my pace, I ran in and barrel rolled left startling the Dreg. The alien flinched as I sprang up and superman punched him square in the jaw. "Then—POW! Right in the kisser," Cayde yelled.

The Dreg went limp as I turned my attention toward the other Dreg. This one managed to shoot me in the shoulder, temporarily stunning me. I took my Trust and fired. The alien fell over limp as ether poured out. "Unfortunately, that's when the Captain appeared," Cayde sighed.

It was then that I heard a blood curdling roar that temporarily muted Cayde's next words to me. I looked over into the large room where the sanctuary would have been. Dead center was the Captain and seven of his cohorts, all aiming their weapons at me. They fired an angry barrage of arc energy in my direction.

I dodged their initial attack as I jumped into the sanctuary behind some crates. Though it was a smart move, I didn't out maneuver all their shots. My helmet's alarms screamed at me telling me what I already knew. I took a couple too many hits.

"I was out of bullets at that moment, so I decided to leave my stash behind a pillar," Cayde sighed.

Peeking out from behind the crates, I took a quick look at my enemy and found that they stood in between two pillars. The Captain and his men fired another volley of arc energy my way causing me to dive behind the crates once more. "It's unfortunate that I had to leave my stuff behind, but it was the right tactical decision," Cayde said before the transmission went silent.

As I reviewed the information in my head, I unhooked a grenade from my belt and sent it flying. I watched as the little ball arced up and over the crates. There was a sudden explosion of fire and heat as it roiled passed my hiding place. Jumping to my feet, I charged in. Two Dregs and a Vandal lay dead on the floor, their living counterparts nowhere in sight.

"Four left," Perry stated.

I circled around looking for my targets when suddenly a Dreg tackled me to the floor. The creature was as mad as a hornet when he threw punch after punch. I tried to roll away, but then two more Dregs joined in. Suddenly and unexpectedly, I turned into a punching bag. With every punch, I heard a raspy noise escape from my lips.

The edges of my vision starts to dim. I tried to keep my arms up to protect my chest and stomach, but I was unsuccessful. A roar came from the Captain and the three Dregs backed off. I watched as the ugly, fur-covered monstrosity took aim at me.

My hand flew straight to my knife, but before I could fling it at the Captain a behemoth of a figure slammed the stone floor with blue, arc energy. I watched, as if caught in slow motion, as this blurry figure slammed a staff into the Captain effortlessly. The alien went flying until he smashed through the cathedral wall and out of sight. The figure turned, running toward my alien-muggers smashing the remaining three with the ends of his staff.

For a moment, I contemplated melting into the cracks of the floor, but I settled for silent embarrassment. The heat rose to my cheeks and I lightly hit the ground with my clenched fist. I didn't need saving. I could have handled it. As much as I honestly believed this, wounded pride was the one whispering into my ears.

"Need a hand?" asked a soft voice.

I looked up and found the stranger standing over me with his hand held out. I took it and rose to my feet. "Thanks," I said as I removed my helmet. "You're an Arcstrider, huh?"
No reply.

The Hunter didn't speak, but I heard a light crackle in response. As if on cue, I felt my hair going violently static. Not that I could see myself, but I was pretty sure I had a frizzy afro of red hair to contrast my periwinkle Awoken skin. "Oh great, just what I needed," I groaned. He laughed lightly.

"So, you're the famous 'Holly Hawk' I've heard about," he stated as if sizing me up.

"Famous? No! Holly? Yes! What's it to you?" I asked suddenly feeling defensive.

He shook his head, "No reason."

"O-kay, then. Are you going to tell me your name?"

By this point I had grown indignant, but mainly with my lack of togetherness. "My name is 'Blurr'," he affirmed. "Very funny," I replied while rolling my eyes, "the least you could have done was give me your name." Now I was beyond irritated. "If you'll excuse me, I've got a mission to complete," I said while giving him a two-fingered salute. As I turned to storm off, the Arcstrider grabbed my wrist with a firm grasp. "Wait," he commanded, "you misunderstood me. My name is 'Blurr'—Cameron Blurr."

Now I felt like an idiot. "Oh," I said rather lamely. He laughed, but there seemed to be no offense in him. "It's just like last time all over again," Blurr sighed delightedly. "Wait a minute, we've met before?" I asked as my confusion rose. "Oh, yes. We have, but it seems you don't remember me," he stated without complaint.

A wave of embarrassment crashed over me. Surely, I would remember someone like "Blurr", wouldn't I? He didn't say anything from behind his helmet, but I felt as if I was being studied. "You know, it would help if you took off your helmet," I suggested as I pulled my wrist from his grasp. "Nah. I'll stick with the dark and mysterious thing," he cheeked.

"Yeah, real cute," I retorted, "it's not working by the way."

"We'll see," he said smugly while holding out his palm.

A ghost appeared, floating just above his outstretched hand. It looked like a star with parts of its geometric shapes covered in white, blue, and gold paint. "Good bye," it said with feminine softness. "See ya around 'Lady Hawk'," he bowed before he and his ghost disappeared.

"Wait," I yelled too late.

Finally, I was alone in the cathedral standing amongst the corpses. Shaking my head in defeat, I walked over to both pillars inspecting the area around them. I eventually found an olive-green chest with an Ace of Spades stamped in white.

Bingo!

Perry appeared over the trunk and watched as I opened the chest. I felt excitement course through my veins as I waited to see the treasure inside. However, my momentary elation died down as I realized I was staring into an empty chest.

"Please, please, please...don't tell me Cayde sent me on a goose chase?" I asked rhetorically.

Perry floated into the chest, looking around, just as confused as I was.

"Hmmm, it appears we've been goosed. Let's go back to the tower."

I sighed, "Great!"

The Tower/Hangar

1130 hrs/Current Day

Perry and I docked at the Tower's hangar close to noon. Though it was still a beautiful, sunny day on this side of Earth, I felt like I had been rained on. My fists were clenched as I stomped over to Cayde's hangout. Before I could reach him, I found myself frozen in place. I couldn't believe my eyes. One Exo-Vanguard consorting with the not-so-mysterious Hunter from earlier. This was planned!

"Perry, is that...?" I trailed off.

My ghost appeared next to me before he perched himself on my shoulder. "It appears to be," he sighed.

"Cameron Blurr," I whispered, gnashing my teeth.

As much as I wanted to storm over there and beat their brains out, my legs wouldn't move. "I'll be back," Perry stated as he floated off. "Hey, wait!" I whisper-screamed. It was no use. I watched as Perry floated—no, sauntered—over to Cayde and Blurr. Not sure what he said, but seconds later all eyes were on me. Cameron, who was now helmetless, gave me a devious grin before giving me a two-fingered salute.

"Hey!" I snapped finally coming to my senses.

I started to jog over, but then that jerk-of-an-Arcstrider vanished leaving Cayde by himself. "You! You planned this," I yelled, pointing an accusatory finger to Cayde. "Me?" he said while inspecting his metal fingers, "Nah, you know me better than that kid." Suddenly finished with looking his fingers over, Cayde looked up to me. "I don't play petty games," the exo stated while narrowing his eyes, "I play the long game...besides...I think you have some competition."

I gaped at him, "You mean he—he...?" Cayde gave his best smile, or what I thought was his version of a smile. Some of the gears in his face moved to make his metal chin appear pushed out in a cocky manner. "Oh yes, Cameron got to the stash before you did. He brought me this," he said while holding out a metal suspension coil. "You've got to be kidding me. All this for a stupid part you could have gotten from Amanda?" I didn't yell, but it came out like a whisper. I was too mad to yell.

"Come on kid, lighten up," he said patting my shoulder. "There's always next time."

"Think of this opportunity as a sort of," he paused, "'friendly' competition. Go get em' tiger."

I growled in response before stomping off.

"I'll send you the intel later tonight," Cayde yelled delightedly at my back.

"Don't be surprised if I don't respond," I yelled curtly.

I kept on walking in silent furry, not thinking about where I was headed. Some time had passed, until I found myself sitting on a storage rack near where Lord Saladin would have set up shop. My legs dangled over the edge, as I sat there looking out on the horizon. Perry was oddly quiet, resting next to where my hand was. We stayed silent for the next five minutes. Finally, Perry broke the silence with a sigh.

"Would now be a bad time to tell you I caught a recording of him?"

"No...wait—What?!" I practically squeaked.

Perry made a noise close to the sound of sparking wires as he laughed. "So, is that a 'yes'?" he asked tentatively. "Show me. I want to get a good look at my 'competition'," I said sarcastically while air quoting. Perry projected a holographic image displaying a five second repeat video. As much as I had been angry, the fire suddenly died down. "Aw, crap Perry! He's handsome!" I practically yelled for all to hear. Perry made that sparking noise again.

"Cameron Blurr...," I whispered to myself.

I studied the image before me and couldn't help but soak in the details. He was a human male with short, straw colored hair and blue-green eyes. There was a light scar just above his lip on the right side and a day's worth of stubble. I don't know how long I studied the video, but finally Perry's holographic turned off.

"What are you thinking?" he asked as if inquiring about field tactics.

"Did you have to get a video of him winking with a smirk? A smirk no less!" I screamed, lightly tugging at my hair. "What am I going to do?" My voice sounded as dramatic as the thoughts racing through my brain. "The only thing you can do," Perry said confidently.

He took a moment before perching himself on my shoulder, "Enjoy yourself."

"Right...," I said trailing off into my thoughts. "Can you pull up a report on Cameron Blurr?"

"Sure, I'll have it to you by tomorrow," he answered before disappearing.