Guardian of Nothing

by Apply Water Directly to Burn

During a routine Vanguard operation, a Guardian is sent across time and space to the world of Remnant. With no way back, and no responsibilities in this new world, what is a Titan to do? Why, enjoy his vacation, of course... and perhaps solve the planet's Darkness problem in his spare time.

2. Chapter 2

A/N:

Alright, so, this was supposed to be out months ago. I had everything planned out and was in the process of writing and editing, when things just… stopped. No matter what I wrote, I just wasn't satisfied with it, then life got involved, and it snowballed into a huge Writer's Block. Combined with classes, apartment/job searching and everything else, it wasn't good for my motivation to write.

I'm back now, though, only a few (several) months late rather than the usual forever. So, silver lining I suppose. I won't make any promises on when the next chapter comes out, but the next update will be for Careful What You Wish For. I'll try and keep a rotating schedule between my two active Destiny stories, with a few updates for Healing Thy Pain sprinkled in here and there. For now though, let's get into things.

DISCLAIMER: Surprisingly, despite it being 2021, I still do not own RWBY or Destiny. A shame, really, I'd probably be able to keep the profits in the green for… at least a couple minutes, surely. Maybe.

-{O}-

{THE TOWER, EARTH}

-{O}-

"What. Did you. Just say?"

Zavala's 'question' was more threat than inquiry, but Liam swallowed his fear and answered anyway, "Our fireteam leader is missing, sir. We need to mount a rescue mission as soon as possible."

"How did this happen?" the leader of the Vanguard was all business; disregarding his personal stake in saving his friend, the Titan known as Kyle Void was the most powerful (or at least the luckiest) Guardian under his command, bar none. The man had killed gods, reclaimed the Light from Ghaul, and even managed to harness the Darkness to his will, bringing forth a new "Age of Balance" (despite Zavala's misgivings on the matter). To lose Kyle would be disastrous, and something for the Vanguard to avoid at all costs, especially with the recent reports he was receiving about the Cabal and their new Empress.

Houston-7 cut in to answer Zavala's question, as Liam had been too busy with a Vex Wyvern to catch a good look at what happened. "Well, sir, it was a routine Glassway run. We were supposed to go in, shoot anything that moved, and walk out a few minutes later with an engram or three for the Cryptarchs. Unfortunately, our bad luck acted up, and Kyle got caught in the big Hydra's shockwave right after he revived us, so his Light was still recovering. He got thrown through the Glassway portal right before Vex reinforcements came through, but Liam checked the Braytech computer logs after we killed the big guy and it seems that Kyle was lucky enough not to be thrown into the Vex horde. Unfortunately, we have no idea where he went, and the computers are so old that the logs were corrupted before we could get the full coordinates. Ana and her sister are working on the problem, but they've had no luck so far."

"So. You're telling me that our strongest Guardian, the one that destroyed the Heart of the Black Garden, broke the Vault of Glass, killed Crota and his father Oryx, befriended Rasputin, stopped the spread of SIVA, allied with the Iron Lords, snapped Ghaul over his knee and brought back the Light, disarmed the ultimate mind of the Infinite Forest, singlehandedly avenged Cayde-6, defeated the Ahamkara Riven, worked against time itself to bring Saint-14 back to life, leashed the power of Stasis to his control, and so many other things that if I continued we would be here all night… that Guardian, is now completely lost somewhere that we can't reach him, because of bad luck?!"

The Awoken had steadily grown louder and louder throughout his speech, practically roaring the last few words at the two Guardians standing before him, before visibly calming himself down. "… I will be placing every Guardian that I can spare under your command. If they aren't currently on an assignment or involved in important research, they will be doing their absolute best to help you ensure that Kyle Void is returned safely. Do not fuck this up, Guardians."

The Awoken Warlock and Exo Hunter exchanged a worried glance. The cool and collected Commander Zavala, swearing? This was even more serious than they had thought. "Yes sir, we'll get him back Commander."

The leader of the Vanguard glared at one, then the other, before nodding in acceptance. "Dismissed."

-{O}-

{THE LAST CITY, EARTH}

-{O}-

Crow was completely awestruck by the Last City; the ramshackle construction and common use of concrete notwithstanding, the massive buildings and open-air markets were awe-inspiring. Even if he was forced to wear a helmet in order to protect himself from reactions to what the man he used to be did, he found himself believing that everything he had suffered until now was worth it.

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to remove his helmet in order to experience the smells and tastes of the city around him, thanks to what the man he shared a face with did before his birth; Uldren Sov, from what he could gather, was a bit of a sore point for the city's residents, especially Guardians. Even his first Guardian friend, Kyle Void, was no exception; Crow didn't believe the Guardian had ever truly hated him, but he had certainly been uncomfortable around him for the first several days. The older Guardian seemed to want to spare him from his past self's actions, but Crow had been able to learn that Uldren, apparently, had been an accomplice in (or perhaps responsible for) the death of the former Hunter Vanguard, Cayde-6.

Seeing as the Hunter had been good friends with Kyle, Crow was honestly surprised that the man had been able to tolerate his presence at all; just another thing that made the newbie Guardian look up to his friend/mentor.

Shaking off those thoughts, he turned to look at his Ghost. "Have you managed to link to his comms, Glint?"

The Ghost's shell separated and spun for a moment, before collapsing once more. "No, it's like his Ghost is out of range. Probably Vex interference, their portals can sometimes mess with communications. Don't worry, Guardian, he'll be here soon enough; if nothing else, he'll need to speak with the Vanguard about new missions."

Crow sighed, shaking off the pervasive feeling of worry that plagued him. "You're right, Glint… I guess we should find Osiris then, he said he wanted to talk to us once we arrived…"

Despite his agreement, however, the Awoken wasn't quite able to shake the feeling that something had gone horribly wrong; a feeling that was proven right a few hours later with Zavala's announcement. The legendary Titan Vanguard had gathered the Guardians together, similarly to when the Heart of the Black Garden had been destroyed and the then-unknown Guardian Kyle Void had given hope to the Guardian forces. Now, however, the news wasn't quite so uplifting.

"My fellow Guardians… no, my brothers in arms," Zavala began, his words being transmitted to every Guardian within the system through their Ghosts, "I come to you in a time of great need. The Guardian known as Kyle Void has, as of six hours ago, gone missing during a routine Strike operation on Europa. He was thrown into a makeshift Vex portal, and sent to an unknown location. Our best researchers are working on the issue, but even then we have no knowledge of the destination, or even if Kyle made it there in one piece. And so, I call upon each of you! During this operation, we need Hunters, Warlocks and Titans alike to work together in order to locate new Golden Age ruins, research new theoretical technologies, and protect our teams from the forces of the Darkness. I will not lie to all of you; this is, quite possibly, our largest priority at the moment. No matter your personal feelings towards this man or the Vanguard, I ask you to set aside your grievances. For Kyle Void, for the Guardians, for the Traveler… and for humanity."

The Awoken Vanguard paused for a moment, taking in the determined faces of his troops, before giving a proud smile of his own. "Titans and Warlocks, report to your Vanguards for assignment. Hunters, if you so desire, report to Ikora for locations to search, or you may explore on your own if you have an idea in mind," Zavala looked around at the gathered troops once more, squinting slightly at the still-helmeted Hunter in strangely intricate garb but not thinking much more of it before concluding his speech, "You have your marching orders, Guardians. Dismissed!"

As the Guardians around him began to disperse, Crow found himself bumping into someone. The mountain of a man barely moved, while the Hunter found himself falling to the ground, helmet rolling away to land at the other Guardian's feet. Before Crow could react, the man reached down and picked up the piece of armor, holding it out to the young Awoken. "You dropped this, my friend."

A bit puzzled by the man's strange accent, and fearful of his reaction, Crow attempted to keep his head down to hide his face while reaching for the helmet. Unfortunately, the man was much taller than him, forcing him to look up in order to grab the armor, quickly snatching it and slamming it back onto his head, hoping the man didn't recognize him.

"Wait… I know you…" the man trailed off, and Crow looked up fearfully, expecting to see the barrel of a gun staring back at him. Instead, he saw a very familiar helmet; the same one that his first Guardian friend wore, in fact. "You are… Crow, yes? Kyle speaks of you often, showed pictures! Is good to meet you, my friend!"

Crow looked back up at the massive man, feeling the tension bleed away as a small smile crossed his face; said smile was turned to a look of shock by Glint's words: "Crow, that's… that's the legendary Titan, Saint-14! It's an honor, sir!"

Saint-14 seemed surprised for a moment, before chuckling. "Ah, I still am not used to this… fame I seem to have these days. It feels… strange, as if everyone sees someone I am not when they speak to me. Although I hear from Kyle that you feel the same way, yes?"

Crow hesitantly nodded, and Saint-14 let out a boisterous laugh, wrapping an arm around the Hunter's shoulders. "Ah, my friend… then let us be ourselves, together!"

As the Titan began to regale his new friend with stories of his adventures, especially those starring Kyle, Crow felt a smile cross his face once more, and a feeling began to swell in his chest; a feeling he had only felt once before, after he was freed from the Spider's clutches, sitting around a campfire with Kyle Void as the man explained what it truly meant to be a Guardian.

Now, listening to Saint-14, Crow felt the same way he did before; curious, appreciative… safe.

-{O}-

{ASBEL VILLAGE, MENAGERIE}

-{O}-

Asbel was an interesting little town, in Kyle's opinion; by the standards of this 'Remnant' it was rundown, with paint peeling from walls and wood in various states of rot, but by the standards of the Solar System it might as well have been prime real estate. The immediate surroundings of the town were mostly desert, with a handful of trees and lakes with homestead-style cattle farms around them dotting the land, and as he watched a tumbleweed blow across the road Kyle could almost hear the pre-Collapse western music playing.

Like most places in this continent ("Menagerie", Ghost said it was called, which was an… ironic, or perhaps insulting, name), there was little shade to block the hot sun above his head, though his armor kept him cool despite the heat. After speaking with Ghost and considering the Grimm he would face, he had decided on a loadout. The Hawkmoon sat on his right thigh, customized with the "Feeling Lucky" ornament, looking for all the world like a uniquely shaped cowboy revolver. On his other thigh was the Deafening Whisper breach-loaded grenade launcher, with the stock folded to save space, and on his back was the Falling Guillotine, a massive slab of sharp Void-infused metal disguised as a sword that could carve through almost anything with ease. All in all, the Titan cut an impressive figure in his heavy armor, carrying enough weapons for a full team of Huntsmen.

Perhaps that firepower was why the Faunus around him were attempting to keep their stares a bit more subtle than those in Kuo Kuana; other than the mayor, none of them had dared to meet his eye (or his helmet's visor, anyway).

"We last saw the Grimm pack about a half hour's walk East from the town, a group of our farmers were caught on the way to work one morning, and a handful of them managed to escape and warn us this morning. We're in the middle of organizing a militia to defend the town at the moment, but if you can take care of them it would take a load off my shoulders. Be careful though; there's at least two dozen of them, and with all the negativity the people have been feeling with all that's happened lately, who even knows what you'll find out there…"

Kyle nodded, thanking the man for the information and heading out to the location that he had indicated. Which lead him to now, in the middle of the desert and surrounded on all sides by Grimm. In front of him was the Alpha, which had apparently decided to challenge him; its pack had formed an arena of sorts, preventing escape (or they would be, to anyone without a Lift ability… or a Glide, or Double/Triple Jump, or even… well, anyway), while the Alpha had stepped forward and begun to circle him. The Titan had simply drawn his hand cannon and watched the Grimm prowl around him, giving no other reaction.

That lack of reaction was somewhat worrying to the Alpha, though it hid its worry well; the Grimm were attracted to negativity, and as a result could sense negative emotions, such as fear or hatred, as well. To the Alpha, however, the man in front of it was… strange. In its experience, only those whose souls were exposed attempted to fight it, while all others either ran or cowered before its fangs and claws; though it didn't know it, it had learned the difference between Huntsmen and civilians, namely the presence of Aura in the former, which practically broadcasted the person's innermost emotions through the shell of their soul that surrounded them, making them a beacon to Grimm. Unlike either of those two groups, however, the human in front of it was… it didn't really have the intelligence to understand the difference. Something inside of it, something primal, leftover from an age long forgotten… that something recognized the feeling that the being in front of it radiated. A primordial force, one half of what was lost when the Brother Gods abandoned humanity. Something that the Grimm didn't understand, but recognized as its polar opposite, and something that it feared and hated in equal measures.

In the end though the Alpha was a Grimm; hate won out, and the twisted parody of a wolf leapt forward towards the being in front of it, fangs bared and claws extended to rip and tear through armor and flesh alike. That decision would prove to be its last, as a large revolver round pierced its eye, and the Beowolf was dead before it heard the bang.

At the death of their leader, the Grimm pack let out a collective roar, charging towards the human that had dared to stand against them. With a sigh, Kyle swapped his hand cannon with the Deafening Whisper, leaping into the air and launching a grenade into the midst of charging Grimm. The projectile slammed into the ground, bursting into a wave of purple fire that shot forward across the dirt, Void energy burning through everything in its path. When the fire faded, an entire third of the pack was gone, having dissipated under the sheer power they had been hit with.

Had they been anything other than Grimm, the creatures might have hesitated at the firepower their opponent had displayed. If their Alpha had still been alive, it likely would have retreated; but it was dead, and all that remained were the classic cannon fodder that any half-trained idiot with their Aura unlocked could handle. To a Guardian? They may as well have been Thralls or Dregs for all the danger they posed.

Touching down lightly as he ended his Lift ability, Kyle sighed again, holstering his grenade launcher and drawing the massive sword from his back. The edge lit up in the same purple Void energy that he favored using, and the blade almost seemed to shake in anticipation. The Grimm, mindless and uncaring of the danger, simply charged forward yet again. Kyle let them, allowing them to get within a few inches, most of them mid-leap… and then the sword in his hands blazed with energy, and he slashed, the momentum carrying him in a spin as the overcharged energy sliced through everything in its path.

By the end of the spin, all of the Grimm had been slain; all in all, the fight had gone by so fast that the Alpha's corpse still hadn't finished fading away. Grumbling a bit at the complete lack of challenge, Kyle placed his sword on his back, latching it there with the magnetic plates even as he surveyed the area to ensure he hadn't missed any enemies while Ghost took pictures of the Grimm he killed as proof that he completed the job.

After a few moments (and some help from Ghost), he concluded that he must have killed all of the Grimm in the immediate area, unless there were some that specialized in stealth capabilities. So, with a shrug, he turned to leave, spinning the Hawkmoon in one hand as he walked away from what, to anyone else, might have been a dangerous fight.

All the while ignorant to the strange tentacled Grimm that sat motionless, far above his head, that had seen everything.

-{O}-

Upon his arrival back at the village, Kyle handed his Scroll to the mayor, letting the man scroll through the pictures of dissolving Grimm that he had taken. Pausing his searching upon seeing the dissolving mask of the Alpha Beowolf, the mayor simply nodded, handing the Scroll back as he reached into the desk and brought out the bounty contract. Signing it as proof that the job had been completed in a satisfactory manner, the mayor handed the signed contract over to Kyle.

"Thank you, human. Asbel appreciates what you have done for us."

Nodding, Kyle took the contract and placed it in a pocket on his Mark, before turning to leave. As he reached the door, however, the mayor spoke up again.

"Human… as shameful as it is to do, I ask for your help in another matter. Should you accept it, I vow to reward you appropriately; will you hear my plea?"

Kyle paused in the doorway for a moment, before turning to glance at the mayor's face. The man was some sort of rabbit or hare faunus, with large ears that were currently drooped over his face. Judging by both his body language and his faunus parts, his begging was the truth; it seemed he was truly desperate for help.

{"Since we're new in this world, it would be a good idea to build up our reputation and relationships with the people of this world. It'll certainly help later on, if we ever need help ourselves."} Ghost piped up, and Kyle found himself agreeing with the magical machine's logic.

Turning back to the mayor, he sighed internally. "Very well then, ask away."

The metaphorical weight on the man's shoulders seemed to lighten, and the downcast expression on his face shifted to something that could, generously speaking, be referred to as a smile. "The Beowolves you defeated were not the only Grimm plaguing our village; rather, they are simply the latest in a long line of attacks. The White Fang would normally protect the frontier towns, but unfortunately, Asbel simply isn't that important in the grand scheme of things. Officially, we're designated as an agricultural resource for Kuo Kuana, but due to the attacks we barely manage to harvest enough to feed ourselves, let alone ship out wagons full of produce down a Grimm-infested road for several miles. Because of our recent decline, no one wishes to waste any resources on what they see as a doomed investment; hell, if I wasn't so desperate, I wouldn't even be telling you this. But, I suppose you deserve to know what you'd be getting into, should you agree to help us."

The man's demeanor was honest, which Kyle had to admit he appreciated; the only allies that had directly lied to him were the Spider and the Awoken, both of which he had a bit of a grudge with. He had always responded well to honesty, and Zavala's policy of open information in regards to missions was certainly welcome. In fact, the man across from him reminded him slightly of the Titan Vanguard, if a bit wary of humans.

Given what Ghost had told him about Menagerie, and the circumstances leading to the Faunus settling it, Kyle couldn't really blame him; besides, he had experienced plenty of distrust and hostility from those who saw the Guardians as unholy abominations, some of which were citizens of the Last City under his protection, so he was no stranger to discrimination.

Shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts (and, admittedly, the small amount of homesickness that had welled up inside him), Kyle turned to look into the mayor's eyes, taking his helmet off to do so. "Very well then. What do you need me to do, sir?"

"Call me Felt, or Mister Scarlatina if you insist on formality. As for what I need you to do? Well, I'll accept any help you can offer, but really we need weapons, armor, and training for the villagers. That would go a long way to raising morale, which in turn would lower negativity and cut down on the Grimm attacks. We also need to set up defenses, some rudimentary battlements on the wall at the very least, though I'd love to get a turret or three set up. We have the funds, barely, but no one is willing to risk delivering heavy machinery to a half-dead village on the frontier without knowing if we'll still be here when they arrive. After the defenses are set up, I can help assemble a team of our best fighters to help hunt down and burn out the Grimm nests around the town, and hopefully turn this situation around. Please, hunter, whatever you can do, I'll reward you as much as I can," Felt pleaded, his ears drooping in emotion as he stared imploringly into Kyle's eyes.

Kyle stared back, but his mind was elsewhere; rather than focusing on the mayor, he was speaking with his Ghost. "How much should we reveal?"

{"I would suggest not revealing my capabilities, or even existence; no need to let your enemies know of your main weakness. As for what you're thinking, however? You could always pass it off as a Semblance, perhaps one based on creating permanent items, although you wouldn't be able to use the Light without revealing the lie… unless you claimed it was Dust manipulation… hmm. Yes, that might just do, actually… and it's not like we have a shortage of Glimmer, after all that time you spent fighting Fallen mining crews…"}

"Look, they were interrupting my free time! How was I supposed to know my vacation spot on Earth was a Glimmer hotspot? Whatever, forget about it. We've got a mission, we have a plan, and we have everything we need to do this," Kyle sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them and staring at Felt once more. "You're in luck, actually; I'd rather you didn't spread this information, but my Semblance is 'Glimmering Creation'; I can use my Aura to convert materials into whatever I have blueprints for, with the exception of biological material and Dust. For example…"

Kyle held out his hand, pretending to focus for a split-second before the Last Word appeared in his palm. After another second, the weapons on his body disappeared, only to be replaced with a completely different loadout; to compliment the Last Word, Kyle had chosen Felwinter's Lie as his secondary weapon, and the heavy machinegun Seventh Seraph SAW was magnetically attached to the back of his breastplate. Even his armor had changed slightly, with the colors shifting to a bright silver-gold rather than its original oily black with golden trim.

"With this, I can help with your supply, equipment and defense problems, though of course this is mostly a temporary measure; it would still be best for you all to be fully self-sufficient, rather than relying on me to create everything for you."

The mayor's jaw was practically touching the floor with how surprised he was. To think, the person he put aside his prejudice to beg for help just so happened to have the perfect Semblance for his problem; in the short term at the very least. Such a versatile ability, quite useful… and quite dangerous. Felt supposed that explained the man's seemingly-mundane weapon choices; what he once thought was an inefficient choice compared to Huntsman weapons, likely only chosen due to lack of funds, instead turned out to be a sound tactical choice, so long as the man had Aura to use his Semblance. After all, why stick to a single weapon, even one with two or three forms, when you could simply create whatever weapon you wished? Changing from a pistol to a sniper rifle in the midst of battle was not only possible, it was even feasible with such an ability; a Huntsman weapon would never be able to make such an impossible shift, and so no one would ever expect the change until too late to respond.

Then and there, Felt made the decision to never antagonize the bounty hunter in front of him; who knew what his limit was, after all? Perhaps a limited number of items, or a limited time before they faded away; perhaps even a limit on total size or weight. Maybe they were all destroyed when his Aura was broken, or maybe they were permanent unless broken through an outside force. The rabbit Faunus didn't know anything about this 'Glimmering Creation', and therefore he would ensure he wouldn't have to fight against it.

Of course, having the man as an ally was worth more than an enemy anyway; the ability to protect his town, if only for a short time, without being forced to spend any Lien except for the man's reward? Not only that, but weapons of the same caliber as the ones that the man had used to wipe out a large Grimm pack in less than half a day?

Well, Felt was many things, but he was certainly no fool.

Kyle could see the moment that the mayor realized the worth of his 'Semblance'; it was the same moment that he earned a steadfast ally that would stick with him, so long as he did the same in return. "Thank you, hunter. You have no idea how much this means to myself and my village."

With a smile, Kyle reached out a hand, grasping the mayor's own outstretched appendage and shaking it firmly. "I assure you, Mister Scarlatina, I absolutely do. And please, none of this 'hunter' nonsense… call me Kyle."

And like that, a friendship was born, and Asbel began its transformation from frontier town to fortress. All thanks to a simple Guardian of Nothing.

A/N:

Alright, I said the title in the story, you can go home now.

In all seriousness, there's the chapter, and the end of the main 'setup' arc. You got a taste of how Kyle compares to Grimm (about the same as a Guardian compares to the minions of the Darkness, really), as well as a taste of what's happening on both Earth and Remnant outside of his antics. A few things before I end this: I make absolutely no promises for the next chapter I put out, but hopefully I can put it out sometime in the relatively near future. Also, I thought of a few more balancing tweaks, you may wish to read them.

1: Weapons (Revisited)

So, as a reviewer pointed out, Destiny weapons can pierce through heavily armored vehicles (and, to build off that, space-age tech compared to normal guns is usually better). However, to retort: RWBY weapons are made to pierce through heavy Grimm armor, and RWBY (the team) fought against a Paladin and won (which would probably be around the same as fighting a Fallen Brig, or non-boss Goliath Tank). Also, Destiny weapons can pierce heavy armor, yes, but not easily; anyone who has shot the aforementioned Goliath Tank or Fallen Brig anywhere outside of their weakpoints can tell you that. So, again, the weapons are of fairly equal performance, disregarding magic, Dust, and Exotics; however, I will concede that Destiny weapons are likely slightly better. Along the lines of needing one or two less shots to break an Aura shield compared to RWBY weapons or something similar, nothing too gamebreaking.

2: Bodily Performance

So, last time I talked about Physical Ability (with a focus on Strength, Agility, and the like). This time, I'm focusing on the more mundane: need for sleep, physical exhaustion, hunger, thirst, et cetera. Normal RWBY humans/faunus are basically the same as actual humans, same as civilians in Destiny. Aura-awakened individuals would be an order of magnitude above them I imagine, but would still need fairly regular rest and meals to keep going (they'd likely tire slower, but may need more food depending on exactly how much physical activity they do). Guardians, however? I honestly have no idea if they even have biological functions (obviously they can eat and even have sex, as evidenced by lore entries, and there's a Warlock lore entry suggesting they don't need sleep), so this is what I've decided for this story: Guardians can eat, drink, sleep, etc. They don't have to do anything other than sleep/meditate (since starvation and dehydration can be fixed pretty easily via a bullet to the brain and a resurrection), but mental exhaustion can take a toll on Guardians so they do need to rest periodically or they'll suffer in similar ways to actual humans when they stay awake too long (paranoia, hallucinations, all that jazz). So, Guardians can survive on nothing but sleep, even if it may be uncomfortable to them.

3: Light/Stasis vs Semblances/Magic

Probably should've covered this last time, but I forgot. So, when it comes to Light vs Semblances, I'll say this: it depends heavily on the actual abilities involved. Light (and Stasis), in general, would be either on par or more powerful than most Semblances of similar nature. Against a pyrokinesis Semblance, for instance, Solar Light would burn brighter and hotter, and would generally overpower the Semblance (perhaps not handily, but it could do so given enough time). Stasis would, of course, be just as annoying to RWBY characters as it is to Guardians in the Crucible, pretty much no-selling any abilities that aren't Super-tier at the least (so, powerful Semblances and Maiden powers). Of course, some Semblances can get around this (for instance, Ruby's would be difficult to deal with, without using area of effect grenades or Super abilities). Against actual magic, however, it gets a bit murkier. Ozpin's weakened magic would be overpowered to an extent, while the Maiden powers would likely be on almost equal level with the Light (either more or less powerful depending on the skill and power of the user). Against Salem's magic (and more importantly, immortality), however? Kyle would be better off using some incredibly broken Exotic weapons or armor rather than relying on the Light. Stasis would do better, but not by all that much. Now, a group of six Guardians working together on the other hand…

4: Glimmer

This is less of a comparison and more of a "this is how things work" explanation. So, Glimmer is this magical material ("Programmable Matter", ooh, shiny) that can basically do whatever in terms of Destiny. Want to buy something? Use Glimmer. Want to reclaim a weapon or armor from Collections? Use Glimmer (and Legendary Shards). An Exotic which supposed to be one of a kind? With Glimmer, you can have a full inventory and Vault of the thing. On top of that, we don't really know that much about it. So, in terms of this story, this is how Glimmer works: Glimmer, if programmed correctly, can take on properties of just about anything, magical nanobot style. For magical properties, add whatever the hell Legendary Shards are, maybe pour in a bit of Light or Stasis during creation, and voila! So, Glimmer can do whatever I want it to, as long as it's kept on a smaller scale (Sparrow, yes; large starship, not without better facilities than Ghost alone can provide). This also lets me play around with Sparrows, but also prevents Kyle from just going "Alright I'm bored, let's go to Vale" and hopping in a starship to go exploring. So, expect to see a lot of different loadouts (yes, I know I keep defaulting to hand cannons, I just love the stupid things for some reason), and maybe a chase scene on a hoverbike so I can check off all the action movie cliches.

Anyway, that's all for now. Like I said, hopefully it won't take as long to put out another chapter, but no promises. For now, keep on keeping on everyone. AWDTB, signing off.