Most generally imagine sleep to be peaceful. Save the occasional nightmare. Not Guardians. Not those who had lost their memories to the phantom of death. Fenris woke groggily, holding his head. Guardians dream of their past lives. Events they don't truly remember. Trigger materialized and with a concerned tone asked his Hunter companion what was the matter. Ignis had already gotten up just a little bit ago.
"It was that same dream. I don't think I've told you about this one but I've been having this recurring dream. Anna was there, handing me my first Bray-tech rifle. Niflheim Frost. Still have the damn thing, surprisingly. She looked like she was going on a date. And she said the rifle was for helping her with… I feel like I should remember what it was," Fenris sighed, finally standing up and stretching.
"Still having weird dreams? I wish I could have dreams, instead of everything becoming the black abyss of eternity everytime I go into low power mode just to wake up and not even know what it was or who I was before what I am. So how was your night?" Ignis had a few CPUs loose but was still reliable in a fight. Sometimes Fenris was even sure it was because he had a few CPUs loose that he was good in a fight.
"I think it's just because you're a sentient robot and I'm human. I think Awoken Guardians have dreams like this too. About their past I mean. But aside from the dream, I'm good. Trigger, anyone in the area?" Fenris asked his ghost.
"No, just the wildlife and… that's odd. I'm detecting a well of light that just sprung up not terribly far. It has a signature not that different from the Blind Well," Trigger said, looking to his Guardian.
"I'll go check it out. Ignis, you're the siege defense." Trigger vibrated a little.
"Are you sure about this? What if we end up in a Darkness Zone?" he asked.
"Then we give 'em hell." And with that the Guardian Ghost pair set off. It took them about an hour to get there. One uneventful hour. The Well of Light itself was breathtaking. It was like the place on Io where the Traveler first touched down. Light pretty much shot out of fissures around the main well, but before Fenris could interact with it, he heard the flap of wings and a man with blond hair and green eyes touched down behind him. The armor he wore seemed regal, yet functional. The only thing that identified him as something other than a man or Guardian was the halo above his head.
"Now before this devolves into a fight, may I know your name?" the Hunter asked, raising the Ace up and taking aim.
"Well preferably I'd like to avoid a fight. My name is Michael and I am an angel. I came to investigate this strange new Light that appeared here, but it seems you're familiar with it. What is it exactly?"
"It's what we would call a trade secret. However, I will warn you. You cannot take the Light by force. Many have tried. Many have died. Oh, and I almost forgot! Me and my buddy came along because we were hoping to find people willing to fight the good fight, but our ship was overloaded with energy when we flew through the hole in spacetime. I don't suppose you could help us out could you? I'd greatly appreciate it," Fenris said, tuning into his comms. Still static. He smacked the side a bit and groaned.
"Ugh, still no transmissions. Maybe there needs to be a bit more calibration on the interdimensional comms. Anyway, like I said. We need help. Care to do a little charity work?" He asked, trying not to get too sidetracked.
"Can I shoot things?"
"Ignis, I was testing the comms for any more contact from the Vanguard. There's nothing to shoot. Unless this guy wants to throw down. But he'd be dead before you got here anyway," Fenris laughed, turning his attention to the angel.
"I might be able to help in some way. Perhaps communication and passage through the Dimensional Gap. I'm afraid with circumstances as they are, we cannot send any fighters to help. We're already barely able to do what we were created to," Michael said, a frown forming.
"So I take it big G is dead?" Fenris asked. As much as he acted all cocky or joking, he had a pretty sharp mind. Unlike Cayde, much to the younger Hunter's pain, Fenris played it far more safe than most. His hand was close to reaching for the Ace.
"How could you have… no, you didn't. You're just reading between the lines. Unfortunately, God is indeed dead. Please do not spread this information, we would lose power by the second if word got out," Michael pleaded.
"You seem nice enough. You won't have to worry. Now about that communication thing…"
"Yes, I might even be able to manage passage given enough time," Michael said, only for Fenris to wave his hand.
"I need to contact a man named Zavala. Is there any way you can do specifically that for now. A stable connection can come later, and I do not expect these favors for free. We will help you with whatever you need, but we reserve the right to make our own decisions on what to help with as we are not bound to you. You are merely a convenience and one we have been without many times in the past," Fenris said, drawing the Ace to show he meant business.
"Of course. I would fall if I tried to coerce you into being solely our ally. It goes against His teachings," Michael said, satisfying the Hunter's ears.
"Well now that that's out of the way, Ignis, get out here! Ramen's on me!" he said, drawing the sparrow out of the transmat system. Which somehow still worked despite their ship being busted. Or that this Earth didn't have anything like it. This must be what the Speaker meant by "the light will find a way".
"It's always torn through me, but in a weird, nice way." Fenris couldn't even comprehend what that was supposed to mean. Was it a metaphor for something? Especially with how random it was. The Hunter hadn't said anything. And the only Warlock who could read his mind had a special helmet that let her do some pretty bullshit things even with
"Ignis, I know I don't say this much, but what the fuck…" Fenris asked, the two now riding along behind Michael. Still, better to have a Titan at your side than not. That aside, his Hunter's instincts were telling him that something was up, that a larger game was being played here. He wasn't going to just be a pawn. No he was going to start a whole new game.
