Hey, welcome! Here's to answering some questions.

To the guest who asked 'why stun rounds', its to make things easier for the cops C:


Ahh, the beautiful sun, if only he could be so grossly incandescent.

"There's a crime scene going on at a public museum, Ar. Come on, get your butt up."

"Eghh...fine."

He reached for the sticks from within the pilot's seat, before the ghost took controls.

"I'l take us there this time, you just relax." The ghost beamed the controls with his scanning light, and the guardian fell back in his seat. He continued to stare at the sun, until it disappeared behind the earth.

Orbit, clouds, more clouds, and then a large building, made of either a pristine white, or clear glass.


Together with Cup, I was scanned onto the ceiling of the museum, slowly moving atop a reinforced layer of glass. A few more steps, and my footsteps became quicker on the white concrete, providing me a nice sniper's roost.

I heard the Aspect warp away, and saw the fight in the building. Seemed high-tech, what with the lightning gun and the blue streaks that often occurred. It seemed they were fighting against something black, and a woman who seemed to be an awoken of sorts, perhaps a mutation? Ooh, maybe it's a failed experiment that the government made?

"Ar, the gorilla with the lightning canon is a former hero, along with Miss orange and blue. Shoot the other two." Cup reported.

"Installing vision now..." The ghost melted the glass in his firing direction silently with his beam.

I looked through the glass of the Stare, and was met with red areas depicting where I should shoot. "Thanks for that."

He was too busy scanning the battle's pace and updating the helmet vision to talk.

Now though, it should be quiet from here on.

When I saw black and red clouds circling a criminal with his shotties out, I squeezed the trigger, aiming for his body. These criminals were nationally wanted, for good reason, I figured it would be best for them to be taken in for questioning and the typical 'who sent you!?' routine.

I scoffed slightly a similar memory. It was pretty funny, that memory.

With a quietest of booms, the sniper scope inched upwards, and I thanked the traveller's light for the Stare's model. Because when the spinning criminal stopped his spin to win, the weapon fired without me pulling on the steely trigger.

"Sorry, had to take control for a bit. Sniper girl's found us" Cup apologised, a little warning would be nice.

True to his word, I turned the scope slightly, and witnessed the awoken-like woman with her sniper rifle on the ground in front of her, clutching a red smear on her body, to her sides.

Tracer was just about to take out the the reaper when he finished his spin to win. When she left cover, and the boys, she found that her target had turned into his black smoke, retreating for a stand that held a futuristic eyepiece.

She shouted something to a nearby Winston, leaped into his hand, and was then launched at the small stand. Blinking past it, with her special pistols raised up.

Caught him with one hand on a shotgun, holding a wound in the body with his other. She blasted him with her weapons, but the ghost became smoke again. It was 3spooky5me.

She caught sight of the widow's eyes in her kiss, pointed towards the air outside of the museum. Tracer was about to wreck her day, when she saw a beam of fire pierce her from the direction she was aiming, she knew she had a chance.

Teleporting over to the hunched Widowlady, Tracer kicked her over, and knocked her and I laughed slightly once more at the girls, causing the scope to shake a little.

The gorilla was searching around for the ghost. Occasionally shooting his lightning canon around a corner in anticipation, only for disappointment to occur.

The girl saw where we are, and waved cheerfully at us, bringing me a little smile, looking through the scope, I noticed that she was pretty cute. She turned away, towards the gorilla, and blinked to him. She motioned her cool white gloves in some way, pointing to me, still talking with the gorilla.

"I've done a scan, haven't found the other target around...he couldn't have gotten away that quickly, can he? Wai-wait..." The ghost was rarely used in combat, and for good reason, but for longer range engagements that I usually find myself in, he's an excellent spotter. "I see them." I nudged my sniper, towards the commotion.

Quite strange how the other two hadn't been able to notice this as well, it's really only the turn of a head away from notice.

Standard-issue sniper rounds were launched from the Stare's carbon barrel, and the crispy sound of sniper fire filled the immediate area.

The solar bullet bashed into a place that hurt a smoky man. Oh my god! The awoken girl wasn't actually asleep! Yoyo, thats a lit grappling hook! No point firing, the current scope wasn't made for human targets that moved as fast as that. I did try, though, just shattered a glass pane.

The sounds of a jet engine attracted me from my sniper rifle, and after a bunch of waiting, a black ship appeared from the edge of the building. "You didn't see that!?" I yelled over to my spotter, how did he miss something like a ship? Ok, so it was quiet, but it shouldn't be completely deactivated. Maybe Cup was just having a bad day. Who knows? Part of the ship that looked like the back opened up, and the criminals from the museum were pulled in.

I knew it was them because it was purple and black against blue sky. I would have liked to take a shot at them, but there was strange movement from within the large interior of the museum. "Looks like they did notice, come on, there's something we have to do, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, lets go."

After that magical blue wiped over me, I was in the pilot's seat of the Aspect of Glass. There was a secret thing that you could do with either this ship or the Glass Minuet, another ship that is found in the Vault of Glass. The exterior of the Vault ships were heavily lined in extremely simple and crude Vex coding, separate from their collective minds. It was decrypted by the vanguard once ghost took a closer inspection after he 'felt funny' the first few times we transported between the ship and outside. The code was complex for the people at the tower, yet simple and forgotten by the Vex known currently.

Lore aside, once you've got one of these ships, you have yourself a ninja-ship! It's invis!

We appeared inside of the Aspect, I was in the pilot's seat, and the ghost was floating near a panel on the left that displayed a simplified green version of us in the sky, already within close contact of the escape ship, which was shown as red for adversary. Our vessel was just a ripple, a slight distortion in the sky that could be mistaken as the jet streams from the escape craft.

Well, I would have liked to use the Aspect's so called 'defensive' array, but shooting down another ship here could crash it right into someone's face! Or, you know, home. Also, everything that resembled an external weapon on the ship was locked, like the ships just didn't want to fire.

So, no gjallar-bomb raids on the Dreadnaught, sadly :C

"Importing now..." But the coding on our ship wasn't!

Ghost twirled around to me, and floated out of the way to let me see the panel. I let go of the steering rods, knowing that it was already taken over by the ghost, and looked to my right, another panel, complete with familiar coding, the kind that required the preciseness of human judgement.

Plus, ghost wasn't actually that great at math, and Vex streams of information required a bit of that. He said it himself, actually, before we got thrown into a large vex port-cloud for too long. I pressed small keys on the bottom of the panel, seeing the strange symbols of vex encryption move around, looking to the opposite screen, I saw that a part of us became yellow, and was beamed to the red figure below us.

I was one of the few guardians on board that had a bit of knowledge about the Vex language, I'm sure that Ikora would know more, though, she was an intellectual one.

"Great, now let that do it's thing." I voiced through the helmet that you made for me towards Cup, who enclosed all his pieces to his normal compressed form. "Great idea, it'll take a while for the coding to work, so we'll return to orbit, unless you have something you wanted to do here?" The Aspect peeled from it's proximity to the black escape ship, which I saw as red through the enhanced glass of the control set.

"There is, actually."

"What is it?" The contraption floated closer in question.

"There should be a book store down there, right?" I answered him.

"There should be...you putting your nose into a specific series?" His little blue eye brightened each time a syllable was higher toned than the the rest.

"Not really, just looking around for one." I actually lied to him, the bastard. I was on the search for a specific series that I had found browsing the net. I was beginning to read it, then the floating bastard came into vision, laying his attention on the many controls of the Aspect while muttering and humming to himself. But once I get the first volume, I feel that he wouldn't be as pressing about it as he would if he had found me reading it that time.


Ghost was digitized somewhere on my person. I stood at the front of a rather large one-story store in the middle of a block.

I looked through the glass of the building, indeed, there were shelves that were filled with the spines of books. I just hope they had a fantasy section in here. What am I talking about? All book stores have a fantasy section! What an idiot!

The bell of the wooden door dinged it's bright chime, and dinged again when the door back around to close.

I didn't pay attention to the details of the interior, just on the bookshelves, and what category the alley was about. Until I arrived at the fantasy genre area, there I looked for the letter 'F' on a laminated piece of paper that stuck out from the steel shelves.

There it is.

I looked closely on the sides of each book for the title.

I...

R...

Yes! There! Fire link!

But by now, I'm sure that Cup is onto me. I grabbed the thing carefully, pulling it free from the pressure it's neighbors put on it. After taking it from it's place, the end of the shelf came closer. I bumped into a girl.

"Oops! Sorry, love."

"T's alright"

I slightly moved my head in her direction behind me and showed an open hand of etiquette with my free palm. All I could remember was brown hair.

The clerk was a quiet person, softly taking the book and scanning the bar code on the back without a word. I wonder what he's thinking about right now, his even softer bed probably, hahah!

"That'll be...fourteen." His voice reeked of sadness, and his brows were low, along with his eyes. The wallet I took out was a plain brown material. I briefly looked at the picture in the space then took out a five and a ten note.

The clerk slowly took the offered paper, still typing something on his little machine. "All yours." The sad person offered a single coin, but I was already leaving. Besides, I waved it off. With my back to the store, I looked down to the hard-case storybook.


Sure been a while.

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