I'm just going to say this right now: Guardian names are a pain in the ass. Because of the fact that I was having so much trouble coming up with one, I ended up using the name of an Armsday Häkke Pulse Rifle as the basis of this story's main character.
Anyways, this story is basically my playthrough through the Destiny campaigns, from D1's Black Garden campaign to The Rise of Iron. I just beat Rise of Iron a few days ago, and I'm now a 360 Light-leveled Titan with a level 33 Hunter and a level 11 Warlock.
Well, hope you enjoy.
Cosmodrome
Old Russia, Earth
Ghost
The snowy, car-filled mass graveyard felt like a prime candidate for the Ghost's future Guardian, but now he had second thoughts about it. No matter where he searched, at least four cerulean glowing eyes were peering at him.
Seriously, how many Fallen had been spying on him throughout his lengthy search for a Guardian?
However, unlike before, he could actually feel a spark of Light calling out to him, waiting for him to ignite it. As he searched through the snow-covered cars, he saw a skeleton with a particularly nasty hole in its skull, but, it wasn't his Guardian.
"Ouch." he commented as he continued to search for his Guardian, with, once again, four glowing eyes staring at him.
After looking at two more skeletons, the Ghost found a third one, and he internally shrieked in delight, as this was his Guardian.
"There you are!" he yelled, and for the first time since his creation, his shell's fragments opening up as he did his work, he prepared to resurrect his Guardian.
After he had gathered enough Light in his extended frame, the Ghost suddenly contracted, igniting the spark of Light inside his new Guardian.
Lymidia
"Eyes up, Guardian!"
She opened her eyes for the first time in centuries, only to see a small, white, and floating construct in front of her, its blue eye staring into her own pair of eyes.
"It worked! You're alive!" it exclaimed.
"Wh-where am I?" she asked, her voice raspy from not speaking in centuries.
"We're currently outside of the Wall in Old Russia." the construct answered. "Oh, I'm a Ghost, and you've been dead for a really long time"
She looked down at her hands, which were gloved in a thick material of sorts, flexing them and then closing them into fists. If she were to guess correctly, her whole body was armored.
"Yeah, it feels like it. Who am I? What's my name?"
"You are a Guardian, a defender of Humanity. I resurrected you with a power called the Light. And uh... I'll just call you Lymidia. How's that?"
"It'll do."
"Okay, you'll be seeing a lot of things you won't understand, so I'll hold you hand for now."
"You don't have any hands, Ghost." Lymidia told him.
Before Ghost could say anything else, a low, inhuman howl rent the air.
"Guardian, we're in Fallen territory, so we're not safe here. We need to get inside the Wall." Ghost said, flying to her shoulder and vanishing.
"Where'd you go?"
"I'm still here, Guardian. Let's go."
Lymidia stood up, using a car as support, as she was still getting used to being alive again.
Okay, so apparently, I was dead for a long time, and now these Fallen are looking for me. I was kinda hoping for a more peaceful first day, but oh, well.
The new Guardian began to walk along the path to the Wall, using the cars scattered across the field as support for a few more steps, then she started to walk on her own.
A glint of blue light in a car caught her attention, and she reached into the car, grabbing something that felt like her Ghost and pulling it out.
"A dead Ghost." her little Light said rather sadly. "He never got the chance to find a Guardian. That could have been me."
"But lucky for you, you found me." Lymidia said.
Ghost passed some of its Light into the dead Ghost in her hand, letting it hover for a second before it vanished.
"I returned it to its home." he explained. "Let's keep moving."
Lymidia did as she was told, continuing to the Wall, where a small flight of stairs led into the interior. She stepped onto a concrete path, out of the snow, and she then saw what looked like cat ears to her left. Before she could see it properly, the "ears" disappeared.
"That was a Fallen Captain. Let's stay away from it."
She finally reached the stairwell, heading inside and walking onto a metal pathway. The light from outside illuminated her armored frame and reflected off of her helmet's glossy front. After a few steps, she started to run across the path, faster than any normal human could.
The Breach
Old Russia, Earth
The light had subsided once she left the hall, her Ghost leaving its little hiding place and acting as a flashlight, illuminating the path in front of her. From a hole in the wall in front of her, a creature in black and tan with a red head climbed up a pipe in the wall.
"What was that?" Lymidia asked.
"Another Fallen." Ghost replied. "They're all around us!"
Going up the stairs to the left of that wall, the Guardian found herself in a more open space, small pole-like lights giving a little bit of illumination to the entryway.
"The Fallen thrive in the dark. I'll get the lights." Ghost told her, flying out and scanning the vast expanse that was the Wall's interior.
Lymidia took this time to check herself out, running a hand over herself to feel her physical state. Through the armor, she felt defined muscles under her gauntlets and stomach, and she had long legs that could deliver one hell of a kick. Concerning her bust, she wasn't sure if it was the armor, but it seemed like it had a nice size--
Why am I thinking about that? I highly doubt I'd have time for a relationship or anything like that.
"...centuries of entropy working against me!" her Ghost was saying as he looked for the lights' activation switch or whatever it was.
After feeling herself up, Lymidia noticed a lot of glowing blue lights staring at her. For some reason, she felt really uneasy.
The power inside the Wall came back on, illuminating everything and revealing the sources of the smaller blue lights: red and tan armored alien soldiers with four arms and red cloaks.
"Um, they're coming for us!" Ghost yelled as he flew back into her metaphorical "backpack," a trio of red drones with orange optics following him.
"I found a rifle! Grab it!"
She ran to the end of the platform and turned around, seeing a gate opening with a pathway beyond it. As she slid under it, she saw a rifle leaned on a blue crate in front of her.
An armored hand grabbed the rifle, and its owner shouldered it, finding spare magazines on top of the crate. She ejected the empty one the rifle had, slapping a loaded one in and pulling the bolt on the side back, letting it jump back into position. A small silhouette of the rifle appeared in the corner of her vision, with the numbers 25 and a smaller 293 beside it.
Okay, there's an ammo counter.
"I hope you know how to use that thing." Ghost told her.
Faint memories of her using the rifle danced across her mind, and even though this one was worn and battered with a cracked optic, it, the Khvostov 7G-02, felt right in her hands.
"I do."
Lymidia ran down the hall, taking a right and going down a second one. When she saw a red cloaked Fallen run down the hall, she took aim, only for it to go around the corner.
"Damn it!" she cursed for the first time since her resurrection. She followed it around the same corner, only for two other Fallen to take its place, dropping from the hole in the ceiling.
As the alien soldiers raised themselves to their full height, Lymidia aimed at their heads and fired. Three of the rounds caught the smaller one with the tan scarf in the head, bursting it and letting some white substance spill out, along with a shower of blueish blood. The caped one in tan and red armor dodged her other shots and lunged at her, its two left arms curled into fists.
The Guardian dodged the Fallen and grabbed its cloak, pulling it back before she delivered a fatal punch to its head.
Running over their bodies, she ran around the corner and punched a Fallen who was dropping down like his now-dead comrades in the gut, sending it flying into the "room" behind it.
"Well, you're definitely a Titan." Ghost commented.
"A what?"
More Fallen dropped down into the room Lymidia punched the alien grunt into, all armed with pistols and rifles with a blue glow in the barrel.
She took cover behind the corner she had already passed, reloading her Khvostov.
"Do these Fallen have any nicknames?" she asked Ghost.
"The small ones with docked arms are Dregs and the ones with cloaks are Vandals." Ghost replied.
"Good to know."
Popping out of cover, she aimed at the Vandal and fired at it, hitting it in the upper body and killing it. She then fired at a trio of Dregs, killing two of them before she emptied her magazine. A grenade flew through the air, and it would have stuck itself to a certain Titan's face had she not pulled it back into cover to reload again.
The Dreg that threw the grenade laughed at her, which for some reason ticked her off.
Oh, that bastard thinks that was funny, huh? I'll show him funny!
Bursting out of cover, Lymidia dodged another grenade and punched the offending Dreg in the face, popping its skull and sending it off of the ledge.
"Serves you right." she said, heading down the catwalk to her left, a Fallen-looking chest on the other side. It was surrounded by red banners with a white crest of some sorts.
"It's a loot cache!" Ghost exclaimed. "Let's see what's inside!"
Reaching the chest, Lymidia removed the seal on the lid and opened it, revealing strange blue cubes and a white, glowing twelve sided dice-shaped object.
"What are these things?" she asked, pulling the white thing out.
"You're holding an Engram, which is basically a weapon or item that is converted into programmable matter. Give me a moment."
After said monent, the Engram turned into a black and white Shotgun, with around fifteen shells for it. The Shotgun's silhouette appeared under the Khvostov's, with the a small 15 under her other weapon's ammo counter.
"Wow." the Titan said softly.
"The blue cubes are Glimmer. It's a programmable matter that serves as the City's main currency and power source."
Without any further comments, she loaded the Shotgun and continued onwards, running into another room and finding tripmines set up in the halls.
"Tripmines." Ghost said. "Don't touch them."
She ducked under the red lasers, avoiding death by booby trap with relative ease. In front of her, the floor grating popped upwards, with a group of Dregs hopping out.
As one of them rushed her to slice her with its dagger, it ran by a tripmine and got its head blown off for it.
"Ha! You dumbasses! You're all too stupid to stay away from your own traps, huh?!"
She got a grenade stuck to her face for that.
Son of a bitch.
This was a rather embarrasing way to die, Lymidia noted, as the grenade detonated and killed her.
"Guardian down." Ghost groaned as he resurrected her again.
Respawning by the loot cache, the Titan groaned.
"Ghost, why did I let myself die again?" she asked dryly.
"You'll get past it. As long as I have Light, I can resurrect you as many times as I need to." he replied.
"Okay. Let's pay that Dreg back. In full."
After getting payback for that grenade stick and killing the other Dregs, Lymidia found herself in a large room full of Fallen banners, pillars, and Fallen.
"Show them who's boss, Guardian!" Ghost yelled, and his Guardian was all too happy to oblidge.
She ran into the room, her Preacher Mk. 20 Shotgun in hand as she put a shell into a Vandal's chest, killing it instantly. Dodging two consecutive swings from a pair of Dregs, the Titan used her weapon as a bat, clobbering both of their heads in before she pumped a new shell in and shot a second Vandal.
Spiraling electric rounds burned her back and left side as the remaing Vandals' rifles peppered her without pause.
Dodging their shots, she grabbed a Dreg by the arm and threw it at the Vandals, shooting them after their ally hit them and toppled them. She continued to duck and weave around the Fallen's shots, punching, kicking, and shooting them as she fought.
Feeling a little bold, the Titan grabbed a grenade off of a dead Dreg and threw it at the last Vandal's crotch, sticking it there. The explosion was (or must have been) pretty painful for the Vandal. A second grenade stuck to a Dreg's face, and that was the shit. Watching it freak out as the grenade got closer and closer to detonation made her smile in grim satisfaction.
She really hated Dregs. Why? Because of that stupid laugh and the grenade throw that killed her so early.
Two Dregs and a Vandal ran into the room from the exit, and Lymidia dropped them with ease.
"The Fallen have a tighter hold on this place than I thought." Ghost commented as his Guardian collected ammo.
Lymidia looked under the platform in fromt of the exit and saw another dead Ghost. She walked over to it and picked it up, letting her Ghost revive it and send it back.
Those poor Ghosts. I wonder how many die without finding their Guardian.
She ran out of the room into a tunnel, going through a hole torn through the grate and taking a right at the end of it, the light reflecting off of her armor.
The Divide
Old Russia, Earth
After going through a doorway in the tunnel, sunlight hit her eyes as the fresh air of the great wilds filtered through her helmet. In front of her were rusted structures with Old Russian dialects on them, and further off in the distance were colossal colony ships.
"This was an old Cosmodrome!" Ghost exclaimed. "There's gotta be something we can fly out of here with!"
As the Titan started running again, a flare ascended into the sky and the ground shook as a large Fallen ship materialized beside a colony ship, destroying it. Multiple smaller ships flew ahead of it, with one of them stopping in the courtyard in front of her, Fallen sliding out of the holes in the bottom and jumping onto the ground.
"Fallen ships, this close to the surface?! Move!"
Lymidia wasted no time running around the building in front of her, going in a semi circle around the mass of Fallen as she ran towards the room on the other side of the Divide while shock rounds pelted the ground around her.
A squad of Dregs and the little drones from earlier came out of the structure in front of her, firing at her. Dodging them, she made it inside and rounded the corner, running down another hall.
"You think they'll follow us?" Lymidia asked, panting.
"Yes. You should kill them so they can't."
And so any new Guardians have an easier time coming through here.
The Titan poked her head out to see a literal swarm of Fallen standing in a large group, having chased her all that way. As a Dreg cautiously walked towards the building, she decided to bait it further inside.
After he got through the threshold, Lymidia punched him in the face and pulled him in, stealing his grenades.
"Hey, Guardian. You can use your Light to make a grenade and throw it." Ghost told her. "Just imagine that you have one, and it should materialize."
"Okay..."
She did as instructed, and a round grenade appeared in her hand, lightning crackling around it. A grenade icon appeared next to her Auto Rifle's icon, white against a blueish grey square.
"That's Arc energy." Ghost noted. "You're a Striker."
Lymidia threw her grenade at the Fallen, watching it detonate and electrocute the alien soldiers, destroying the drones and killing a few Dregs, blinding the rest of them.
She raised her Khvostov and fired on the blinded crowd, popping their skulls and releasing the white substance inside their bodies.
"What is that white stuff that came out of those Fallen?" she asked.
"Ether. They need it to survive, and having more Ether makes them stronger." Ghost explained. "Oh, I found a ship we can use."
"That way?" The Titan pointed at the building she had made her mad dash to.
"Yup."
She started running again, loud footsteps thumping the ground as she headed to her ride out of the hellhole known as the Cosmodrome.
Dock 13
Old Russia, Earth
Taking a right, she found herself in another room, this time, it looked like an office, with rusted desks and a pair of Dregs and a Vandal rushing in to meet her.
Lymidia tried to summon a grenade, but she felt an unfriendly jolt in response with no grenade materializing. The grenade icon was transparent, with a semi-transparent wave increasing in size washing over it.
Oh, it's recharging.
The Preacher came out again, and the Fallen heard its sermon once more, falling down in crumpled heaps of mangled flesh and blueish blood.
Leaving the office, she ran down the stairs and into a room with a caved-in roof. In the center was a cord-suspended and pillar-supported jumpship that looked like a lizard that was smoking a cigar, its faded orange paintjob contrasting with the black of the ship's hull and the tan and red of the tall Captain sitting on it, his bold red cape giving him an authorative aura. His weapon's barrel burned with small flames.
"That's the Captain from earlier. Be careful, his Shrapnel Launcher is particularly lethal to Guardians, but it has less range than Shock Rifles and Wire Rifles." Ghost advised.
The Captain, named "Rahn" by her helmet's HUD, dropped down from the ship and the supporting pillars, along with a squad of Dregs, Vandals, and those little drones, called "Shanks."
"Clear them out!"
Rahn, Devil Captain was immediately fired on, but the rounds fired at him were absorbed by a blue energy field.
"The hell?"
"Captains have Arc-based shields! Either use Arc weapons or just keep shooting it!" Ghost yelled.
Lymidia threw a stolen Shock Grenade and stuck it to the Captain, breaking his shields. Before she could finish him, he teleported behind her, clawing her exposed back and then shooting her and ripping her back up with fiery metal shrapnel.
"Guardian down."
Lymidia respawned at the stairs that led to the dock, feeling her back for clawmarks or shrapnel damage, but it was completely unharmed.
"How do you even do this? Bring me back and fix my armor?"
"The Light does not follow the laws of physics, Guardian." Ghost said.
"Oh."
She headed back downstairs, throwing her recharged grenade back at Rahn, disabling his shields again and killing two of the Dregs. She pulled the Preacher out and shot at Rahn's head, blowing it off with a satisfying hiss.
The Vandals and Shanks fired on her, with the Dregs rushing in to slash her with their daggers. Dodging the shooters, she met the Dregs head-on, her fist meeting their faces and sending them flying into the Vandals. She picked up two Shock Grenades and threw them at the Vandals, killing them.
A few well-placed rifle rounds destroyed the Shanks, and Dock 13 was clear.
"Okay, let me take a look at this ship." Ghost said, materializing and flying towards the ship.
Lymidia holstered her weapons and started circling the ship.
"It's an Arcadian class jumpship." Ghost said.
"More like a smoking lizard." the Titan smirked.
"We're lucky the Fallen didn't pick this clean."
"Will it fly?"
"I can make it work." Ghost said, disappearing inside the ship.
The ship activated slowly, breaking free from the cords holding it down as the thrusters fired up.
"It's not going to break orbit, but it just might get us to the City!" Ghost announced. "Now, about that transmat..."
A large grey Fallen with a horned helmet and orange-tinted eyes crawled out of the wall, flanked by two Vandals.
"I'm bringing you in!"
All of a sudden, Lydimia was teleported into a small, dusty cockpit. She grabbed the handlebars of the wheel and pulled upwards, flying out of the building with wire-like bolts missing her ship.
"We'll come back for them when you're ready." Ghost said.
Following preset coordinates, the Titan began to fly off towards the Last City, unaware of a blue-hooded figure watching her.
"You're a promising one, Guardian." she said before she phased into nothingness.
Ah, Destiny. The game franchise I have a major love-hate relationship with. However, I can't hate Destiny 1, and after I decided to play it again, I was obligated to write this.I'm going to make the Black Garden campaign a bit easier to follow, and so the Ghost will explain stuff to our main Guardian.Take care, and remember; "It doesn't matter who you are. What matters is what you will become." - Exo Stranger, Destiny launch trailer.