Hi, so this is gonna be my first attempts of writing a fic of both RWBY and Destiny. RWBY I'm familiar with but Destiny? That's a slight issue since I've only played Destiny 1 and all it's DLCS, but not Destiny 2 due to the absurd amount of content locked away and DLC prices. As such I've based what I know of Destinypedia and YouTube videos, if you believe I made a mistake be sure to inform me down below in comments.
Thank you for your time, and I hope you enjoy this new story.
"Guardian? Wake up, Guardian."
An EXO with a white coat of paint and glowing blue eyes wakes up with a grumble. He knows that he's robotic and all but his human nature from before his upload still persists, including the need to sleep every now and then. Not that he actually needs it, but he considers it to be one of the few luxuries he can afford.
He shifts in the cockpit of his jump ship, the Radiant Accipiter, sliding his legs off the computers (or, more accurately, where the computers would be if this was a normal jumpship and not a paracasual one piloted by thought), and accidentally pushing off a few empty cups of instant ramen and rations wrappers, littering the floor of the ship to his Ghost's chagrin.
"Really, Guardian?" the Ghost deadpans, "Would it bring about a final death if you choose to employ basic hygiene?"
The Guardian shrugged, "Hey, I'll clean it up later. Besides, not like there's a trashcan around here."
He gestures both his arms to outside the cockpit, where only the empty vastness of space greeted them along with hundreds of stars. Nothing but vacuum for light-years.
"Just…keep it clean." the Ghost mutters in defeat, "I don't want to have to resurrect you from being crushed by a pile of ramen cups."
The Guardian sighs as he warms up the jump ship's engines and pilots the ship, traveling to the tenth sector in the search grid. The tenth out of fourty.
"Now, let's see what we have today..." The Guardian sarcastically says as he activates the long-ranged scanners that Amanda Holliday strapped onto his ship, the data feeding into a datapad in his hands, "Well, what do you know? All clear. Exactly like it has been for the past week."
"We can't give up." the Ghost says, "Out of all the messages Rasputin could have sent while in that Engram form, he chose this set of coordinates. They have to mean something."
"I'm starting to think those coordinates are a bust." the Guardian grumbles annoyed, "Out here for nearly a week and nothing so much as an asteroid passes by. Maybe Rasputin's finally gone kaput, in which case покойся с миром."
After the events of the Pyramids disabling Rasputin, despite his entire system worth of WarSats and doomsday weapons (that he and hundreds of other Guardians spent months helping set up, great job 'Guardian of all I survey'!), the once almighty Warmind has been reduced to a pitiful Engram. Ana Bray has been working hard with Cryptarchs to figure out the next step with Rasputin when one of their attempts ended up 'waking' momentarily, sending out a message.
A file listing scant details of a protocol labeled: LOST LIGHT.
Sounds ominous right?
Despite their efforts, the file was too corrupted to be deciphered, and the only thing salvageable was a set of coordinates pointing in a general direction beyond the Solar System. They didn't know where it led exactly, but at this point, desperate times called for desperate measures; in order for humanity to survive a Second Collapse, they needed every edge.
Now, normally the EXO Titan would be spending his time raiding and striking out against the forces of Darkness, rebuilding his collection of weapons and armor lost in the Red War, but he agreed that with the dire situation, every lead should be worth exploring. An entire fleet of Pyramids was heading towards Sol, a handful of planets were missing, and Savathûn was who knows where, doing Traveler only knows what.
But if he had known it was going to be like this, staring at absolute nothingness for a week, he would have been at the back of the line of volunteers.
Or at least brought along more forms of entertainment. There were only so many times he could cycle through his entire list of Pre-Golden Age music, films and Grimoire entries before he started losing his mind.
…By the Traveler, it was only one week. One week of doing nothing but scanning the empty vacuum for Traveler only knows what. And he was one-fourth done…
He was starting to lose his mind.
Just as the Guardian finished sighing, the datapad pinged, surprising him as he straightened himself to check it out.
"What is it? Did we find something?" the Ghost asks excitedly as he hovers next to the Guardian's shoulder to peer at the datapad.
"It's…" the Guardian pauses for dramatic effect as the datapad shows what it had picked up. Instantly any excitement he had shriveled up and died, "A rock."
The Guardian points at a tiny pebble on his screen, barely any bigger than a few millimeters, floating far in the distance that he wouldn't have picked up if it weren't for the scanners.
"My, what a miraculous find." the Guardian says sarcastically, at his breaking point, "It is the legendary, mythical Pebble of Light! Weapon of the Traveler itself, used once to keep the great Black Fleet at bay in order to protect the species under its care. Lost through time and space during the great battle of-"
"The correct term would be a meteoroid." the Ghost sighs as his Guardian continues his rant, "I know you're frustrated, but…"
"It's been a week." the Guardian points at the datapad on his lap in frustration, "And this little pebble is the biggest thing that's appeared since we got here. The BIGGEST! I think I'm allowed to-"
Another ping cuts the Guardian short as he takes another look. Another rock just popped up on his scanners. And then another. And another.
"Ghost, focus the scanners in that direction." the Guardian orders as he picks up the datapad for a closer look at the readings, "These…we're picking up signs of energy associated with Darkness. And look at the chemical makeup! This isn't just any rock; it's almost a complete match of rocks from OUR moon!"
The Ghost looks surprised for a moment, "Well…looks like we're in the right place."
"Where the hell did these come from?" the Guardian asks after a moment of thought, "We're nowhere near our moon, and there's nothing for lightyears away, so where did it come from?"
"There's a debris field I'm picking up." the Ghost informs as his tone becomes curious, "And…some sort of anomaly. I would have missed it if we didn't have those rocks as a reference. It's like a shroud overlapping an area, with that strange debris field leaking out of the seams."
"Show me." he orders and the Ghost nods. A pulse of Light was emitted from the ship, and in front of him what appears to be dark clouds part from the Light washing over it, revealing some sort of rift in space.
"What do you suppose is on the other side?" the Guardian asks, rubbing his chin in thought.
"That's for the Vanguard to find out. Transmitting a message with the updated coordinates. Once we receive a response in a few hours, we're good to go."
A few hours… Honestly, the thought of spending a second more doing nothing was causing his EXO mind to go haywire. There was a literal mysterious space anomaly in front of him that he's been searching for a week for, and now he has to wait more?
Ghost appears to realize what he was thinking of and narrows his optics,
"No."
"I'm just saying…"
"No."
"We have hours to kill…"
"No." the Ghost says with finality, "We are not touching that unknown space anomaly without a ten-kilometer pole. Now stop driving us to it."
The Guardian blinks in surprise, "What?"
"Stop heading towards it." the Ghost repeats, "Full stop, foot on the brakes, that sorta-"
"But I'm not doing anything." the Guardian looks at the Ghost, confused.
Both became silent as they checked to find that no one was touching (or rather thinking) the controls, yet the thrusters were still activated and pushing the ship closer to the anomaly.
"Must've forgotten to switch off the thrusters." the Guardian mutters to himself as he quickly sends a thought command to Radiant Accipiter to stop its approach.
"..."
"..."
"Ghost, we're not stopping." the Guardian says after a moment.
"I can see that."
"We're not stopping!" the Guardian exclaims as he spams more and more thought commands to his jumpship to do anything. Forcefully shut off the engines, switching directions, and whatnot. Nothing was working, it felt like another passenger was wrangling the controls fighting against him, but he was the only one onboard besides Ghost!
"I know!" the Ghost tries rerouting power to anywhere but the thrusters, "It's like…whatever energy's beyond this shroud is attracting the Radiant Accipiter towards it. Like a moth to the flame."
The Guardian starts punching and kicking the ship where a console would have been if it wasn't a literal paracasual, Light powered, thought-controlled jumpship. But nothing he did could change course.
"Hold on to your shell, Ghost, " the Guardian says as the Ghost disappears into his body in a shower of blue light. His Noble Constant helmet collapsing over his mechanical head, "Let's hope this tincan can survive a space-time anomaly."
BLAM* *BLAM* *BLAM*
Ruby pants as she fires high-caliber round after round from Crescent Rose, popping the heads of young Beowolves as they threw themselves at her. Fresh from wherever they spawned, they have not yet grown enough to develop any bone carapace to protect themselves.
Those were easy to take down; even a poorly trained militia could easily take them down. But there were just too many of them, and that wasn't even accounting for the numbers of their adult brethren, those with armor covering their bodies.
It was supposed to be an ordinary field trip, well, as ordinary as a combat school field trip would be. They were supposed to shadow a professional Huntsman, get some outdoor survival training, and watch him deal with small packs of Grimm; there were supposed to be barely more than a dozen.
Apparently, they missed a few.
A large pack of Grimm came out of nowhere while they were camping, and then she got separated from her class. She wanted to draw some attention away to make it easier for the Huntsman and their teacher to pick them, but she drew too much attention. One pack become, two, and then three, and soon she probably had a hundred Grimm chasing after her.
It has been almost an hour, she thinks, being chased by the Grimm as she dashed with her Semblance, only occasionally getting a few minutes of respite before they track her down again.
She knows that you weren't supposed to feel fear when fighting Grimm, that would only attract more and more, but as her ammo and Aura get slowly whittled away, it gets harder to ignore that gnawing feeling at the back of her mind. The feeling that she wasn't going to make it back home.
She snaps out of her thoughts as she hears a roar from beside her, barely moving away in time with her Semblance before decapitating the lunging Beowolf with one swing from Crescent Rose. But before she could make another move, another roar was heard, and this time she was barely able to bring up Crescent Rose to block a strike from an Ursa, sending her flying backwards.
A quick look tells her what she had feared, she was surrounded. On all sides, Grimm converging on her location, Beowolves and Ursa charging, each eager to get their fill of blood.
She couldn't call for help; her Scroll was left back in camp. She couldn't get back to camp because she was lost. The Huntsman and their teacher were dealing with other Grimm; likely all the Huntsmen on Patch as well, the scale of this was never seen before on Patch. She shouldn't expect a rescue.
But she still hopes, she doesn't want to die here. She wants to go home, to see her family one more time. She wants to see Dad, Yang, Uncle Qrow, and Zwei.
She wonders if that was how her mother felt when she…
She shakes her head to get rid of those thoughts,
"Don't think about it, Ruby." she thinks to herself, not wanting to entertain the thought of not making it back, the negativity would only make things worse. She tries to remember the advice from the professors at Signal Academy,
"Focus on your surroundings, focus is vital, an unfocused warrior dies early." she thinks to herself as she loads Crescent Rose with a fresh and her last magazine, "Focus on the Grimm, their numbers and strength, the weight of your weapon in your hands, your Dust, your Aura, and that whirring sound in the background…."
She blinks at the last part, she was pretty sure that wasn't part of the advice, but she really was hearing a strange sound in the background. Her first thought was Rapier Wasps. Sure, Patch wasn't supposed to have Rapier Wasps, but then again, Patch wasn't supposed to have this many Grimm either, but as she turns to the sky, as did other Grimm whose attention was caught by the source of the sound as well.
An orange streak of light rushes toward her from the sky in such speeds that she only has few seconds to respond, leaping aside with her Semblance to avoid getting crushed. The Grimm nearby however, were not so lucky.
Still the impact from the crash was large enough that Ruby was knocked off her feet and sent flying backwards.
'Great', she thinks as she shakes her head to clear the ringing and blurry vision, 'First a Grimm horde, now a meteor.'
Her Aura shielded her from most of the shockwave, but it was at half strength now. But on the bright side the meteor knocked back and crushed a few Grimm as well. Just as she was getting up to continue her fight she heard something.
Coming directly from the meteor.
She spins to see a smoking wreck where it landed, and a figure steps out to her surprise. A figure clad in full body armor that looks like a thicker and heavier version of the ones soldiers in Atlas wear but with many differences. The colors, for one, were very mismatched.
The helmet was a dome with a black polarized visor with a mandible guard of red and white, his torso was covered in slots full of shotgun shells and large pouches around his waist, on his arms were armor plating that looks to be black triangles slotted together with a soft glowing orange outline, and his boots were a smoother and curved plating with a mix of green and white.
And his aura, not the physical kind that protects against damage, she could feel an almost mythic aura surrounding him despite his mismatched armor, almost exotic.
She wouldn't realize it yet, but many years later there will be tales of the official first contact between the Huntsmen and Huntresses of Remnant and the Guardians of the Last City, with official contact being made between leaders of the Vanguard and members of councils across the Four Kingdoms.
But she and a handful of others will remember how the real and unofficial first contact actually went down, with a Guardian stumbling out of his cockpit, nearly falling flat on his face, bellowing to what appears to be empty air;
"Well, sue me for wanting to try out a cool-looking ship I spent days getting!"
"You had to pick the paracausal jumpship, did you?" the Ghost mutters as the Guardian stepped out of the ship heavily dazed, nearly tripping out of the cockpit, "What was wrong with a good old Arcadia-class?"
But not dazed enough to not shoot back a retort,
"Well, sue me for wanting to try out a cool-looking ship I spent days getting!" he yells back as he stumbles out of the cockpit, almost falling flat on his face, the gyroscope inside his body struggling to realign itself and regain his equilibrium, "Now, where the hell are…"
He trails off as he exits the smokestack that his crashed ship was creating (he didn't think it ran on any fuel, so that was interesting), and stared straight to face with a human girl a few dozen feet in front of him, silver eyes meeting blue optics.
She had short black hair with red at the ends, dressed in black clothing and a skirt with red accents, with a bright red cloak that would be a common sight to see on the more fashionista Hunters back in the Tower, and was that a giant scythe in her hands?!
Weird weapon aside, that didn't make sense, did it? They weren't anywhere near Earth, they were supposed to be outside the system, so how-
Suddenly her silver eyes widened as the Guardian sensed something behind him. Before the girl could cry out a warning, he was already spinning around, reacting to instincts honed by years of conflict against minions of the Darkness.
A trio of shadowy creatures almost like the Taken was lunging at him, almost because the Taken always had this white glow on them, but these things were pure black with red eyes and solid bone-like plating on them reminiscent of the Hive.
He can't reach for a gun, the creatures would be tearing at him faster than him reaching for a weapon, but he's not concerned. He reels back his fist, channeling Arc Light into it as he prepares a blow.
He was a Striker, and at close quarters, a fist is better than any gun.
The electrified fist impacts the first creature hard, the force shatters the bone helmet on its head to pieces, Arc coursing into its body and burning it from the inside, disintegrating it in a shower of blue light and electricity. But that wasn't all; the built-up energy discharged, creating a shockwave that slammed into the two other creatures, burning them up with excess Arc energy.
Nothing but sparks remained of the three dark wolves.
He reels back his fist, satisfied at the sight, and checks the radar on his helmet's HUD. He was surrounded on all sides with an unknown number of hostiles.
"Careful Guardian." his Ghost says in his mind, "We haven't seen anything like these before."
"Good." he grins under his helmet as a red and white rifle materializes on his back in a shower of blue light, but instead of a standard barrel associated with most Auto Rifles, it possesses multiple similar to that of a minigun, the Sweet Business. The Guardian pulls it out and racks it, "I've been pent up ever since we left on that ship."
He spares a glance back to the girl who looks at him with awestruck eyes, probably never seeing anything like that just now. If he was back on Earth he would have assumed her to be a civvie seeing a Guardian in action for the first time.
"Kid, stay behind me." he orders as he materializes a Pulse grenade in his hands full of Arc energy, "I'll get us out of this mess."
He doesn't wait for a reply, throwing his grenade at the biggest cluster of enemies he could see, and another at the second biggest cluster. The resulting explosions disintegrated most of the smaller wolves, but some of the bigger ones were able to resist and keep charging despite sustaining heavy damage.
The grenades kept pulsing Arc energy, devastating those not intelligent enough to avoid it, which was practically all of them. But that wasn't the end of his show; he introduced them all to the vicious bite of Sweet Business, spraying a near-constant stream of ammunition.
Skulls shatter and heads pop into black mist as armor-piercing rounds overpenetrate, hitting the targets behind his targets. He spins around as he fires, ensuring that nobody isn't introduced to his favorite Auto Rifle but with the numbers against him, he may have to switch to close quarter combat soon.
He would have to reload, but the perks of wearing his Actium War Rig means he doesn't have to. Rounds are automatically loaded into Sweet Business, leaving him free to dispense lead to his own discretion.
The red and black girl was short enough and crouched so that he didn't worry about hitting her. He is thankful his helmet covers his face; the sight of a humanoid robot with a manic, near sociopathic grin, was probably the last thing she needed to see. It's not like he could help it, these monsters remind him of Hive Thralls with their lack of survival instinct, and it's always so satisfying when their heads line up almost perfectly for a long streak of precision kills. Their heads even popped almost the same satisfying way.
By the time he's killed a few dozen of them, he hears a bird screeching from above and spares a glance up as he continues firing; a flock of large shadowy avian with white bone plates similar to these wolf monsters dived towards him.
He would risk leaving himself open, but with no choice, he was about to turn his Sweet Business towards them when a blur of red moved past his vision, and the flock fell to pieces along with a cluster of rose petals.
He blinks in surprise as he looks at the girl again, landing on her feet with an oversized scythe in her hands with a blade almost as large as her and a handle taller than she was. How was she able to lift something that big?
"I can still fight." she said, sounding exhausted, but her silver eyes shined with determination as she gave a tired smile, "Mind if I watch your back?"
Under his helmet, his surprised look shifted to a grin as he turned his attention back to the horde of monsters, Grimm, as he now knows, he never stopped firing at. Now he doesn't have to worry about protecting a helpless civilian, and his flank was watched.
"Watch my back, and I'll watch yours." the Guardian affirms never once releasing his hold on the trigger.
They got back to back as the Grimm advanced, there were too many for the Guardian to focus all his attention towards but any that got close enough to flank him were immediately met by the young girl's oversized scythe, cutting them apart.
He's never seen a weapon like that before; sure, Guardians used melee weapons all the time, ranging from the smallest hunting knife to the largest broadswords, Arc infused blades and staffs, longswords and hammers fueled by Solar, bows and shields of Void energy, but never a scythe.
Too impractical he heard experts claim, the blade's curved and sharpened on the inside pointed at the user and not the enemy, the balance is horrible, and the handles are awkward. But despite all that, it didn't prevent this girl from being a whirlwind of death comparable with a Bladedancer Hunter, only with the lack of Arc energy flying around.
And she was exhausted, he realized, she was breathing hard as she sliced apart the Grimm. This girl, no, this warrior was likely fighting for quite a while before his arrival, and it was showing.
One large Grimm, shaped like a bear, resisted a blow from her scythe, and she swung for another hit but the bear-Grimm was faster and struck at her with a claw. She braced for the impact when the Guardian pushed her aside and met Grimm's blow with his own, disintegrating it with Arc.
But he leaves himself open for a wolf Grimm to strike from behind. He saw it on his radar and knew his shield would hold, allowing for a counter-attack but he didn't have to. As he pushes the girl aside to deal with the bear Grimm she saw the wolf one behind him and the scythe of hers actually folded itself, and the Guardian realized the handle of the said scythe was reminiscent of a sniper rifle.
She pulls a trigger and blows the head of the wolf Grimm apart.
Her scythe had a sniper rifle built into it.
He wants one.
The Guardian gives her a thankful nod as he continues shooting at the wave of Grimm, and the girl does the same, springing back to her feet and becoming a blur of red roses and death as any Grimm that got close met their swift and brutal end.
Together, they fought wave after wave of Grimm, bears, and wolves trying to flank and break them, the strange birds bombard them with feathers or dive-bombed, but all efforts were repelled until finally, the Guardian slays the last creature with a boot to its skull.
All around them the corpses of these Grimm creatures began disintegrating, black fur and flesh becoming smoke and ashes leaving behind only what bone plating was left intact from his onslaught of bullets and the girl's scythe-sniper hybrid.
He lets out a breath, mostly from his human instincts, as he doesn't really need air. It wasn't the toughest fight or the biggest horde, but it was good exercise, especially after being stuck in a jumpship for a week.
On the other hand, the girl slumped against her scythe, using it to support herself, looking moments away from passing out.
"Easy there." he says as he holsters his rifle, "You did good, that was some nice slicing and dicing..."
He trails off as the girl realizes he was asking for her name,
"My name's Ruby…Ruby Rose." she introduces herself with a pant, "Who are you? You're a Huntsman, right?"
Huntsman? Was that some fancy official way of calling a Hunter? If so, that was a first. Nobody has ever mistaken him for a Hunter before, with his heavy plated armor. Before he could respond he saw an excited gleam in the girl's eyes as suddenly she appeared to have forgotten her exhaustion,
"That was so cool! You crashed on that thing and then the moment you came out you started killing Grimm! And then we were standing back to back, killing Grimm, me with Crescent Rose and you with that minigun-rifle of yours! I've never seen a weapon like that before! What ammo does it use? I saw it punch through Grimm and the Grimm behind it, so armor piercing? On a minigun-rifle? That's so cool but expensive, how much ammo do you have? What's the magazine size? I never saw you once reload! And does it have a melee weapon mode? Is it a bat?"
The Guardian blinks in surprise, he's never met anyone who talked that fast before, he wasn't even sure he heard some of the words correctly with how fast she was talking. He was about to say something when the girl continues her rambling,
"And then you punch them and they blew up with electricity! How did you do that? Was that your Semblance? Or did you have Lightning Dust in your gloves? I-"
"Alright, alright, time out, please." he interrupts, gesturing with his arms in the shape of a T, "I think I only got like 40% of that? What in the Traveler's name are you talking about? Dust? Semblances?"
This seems to snap her out of her excitement as she looks at him as if he was joking before realizing that he was serious, "But…you're a Huntsman! How do you not know about Dust and Semblances!"
"First, I'm not a Huntsman whatever that is." he says as his helmet uncollapses revealing his robotic features as Ruby gasps in shock, "Second, I'm not really from around here."
"..." her jaw drops as with a flick of his wrist the Guardian summons his Ghost to the palm of his hand.
"Hi there." the Ghost greets as he hovers in front of Ruby, "Well, I suppose this is confusing for you, overwhelming even. You must have a lot of questions, and to be honest, so do we. But we should get introductions out of the way first. I'm a Ghost, and behind me is my Guardian. Like he said, we're not from around here, but don't worry, we come in peace."
Ruby doesn't move for a moment, and the Guardian was about to say something when she beats him to the punch,
"So…you're a robot alien…like from space?"
"...Well, alien from space is pretty redundant. And it's a bit more complicated than that, but I guess that's one way of putting it." the Guardian says after a moment of thought. It wasn't a completely wrong statement, then he sees Ruby shaking and for a moment he fears that he would be too much for her but then…
"THAT'S SO COOL!" she exclaims before bursting into rose petals again and dashing towards the crashed Radiant Accipiter, "So this is your ship? It's a spaceship?! It looks like one, I've never seen anything like this before!"
Before he could stop her she dashes into the cockpit, "How does it fly? I don't see any controls, do you pilot it with your mind? Is it because you're a robot?"
"Well, we do pilot it with thought." the Ghost nods, "But he's not a robot, he's an EXO. He's a human with his mind uploaded into a robotic body."
"Wait, didn't you just say you were from space?" she asks confused,
"It's a long story, Ruby Rose." the Guardian says this time, "We can discuss this in a safer place. Is there a safe zone of sorts around here?"
"Well yeah, there's a whole town where…" Ruby trails off as if she was remembering something, "Brothers! The Grimm's still out there!"
"Wha-?" the Guardian was cut off as Ruby rushes in front of him in a burst of rose petals,
"I was so busy fighting, and then freaking out, because oh my gods you're a robot alien, I forgot!" she exclaims in panic, "There's a whole horde of Grimm out there, bigger than any I've ever seen in Patch."
She recounts the events leading up to her meeting with the Guardian as both he and his Ghost listened to every word she said, doing their best to keep up with her rapid firing of words.
"She's right Guardian." the Ghost says as he pulses blue light, "I've finally tapped into the local communication grid, I'm not sure what's the standard but I'm pretty sure the number of distress calls are exceeding them. Reports of these 'Huntsmen' are engaging the Grimm and keeping civilian casualties at bay at the moment, but according to them, these numbers are unprecedented. Tapping into their communications…There are requests for reinforcements broadcasting out of this island to someplace called Vale."
Ruby would've been surprised to hear that this little drone accessed Huntsmen's communications that easily. From what she hears from her father and uncle, those were encrypted so ordinary civilians can't access them.
"Is it really that bad?" Ruby asks concerned but then becoming determined again, "Then we need to get out there and help them!"
She grabs the Guardian's arm and tries dragging him along, and the Guardian couldn't help but respect her. He doesn't know how old she was exactly, but she was still young, and here she was, fresh off a fight and ready to charge into the next to help others. She would make a fine Guardian.
"Hold on to your horses Rose." he exerts his own strength to stop her, "Getting there on foot would take too long, and from what it looks, you're still exhausted. Ghost?"
The Ghost nods as he flies over to the Radiant Accipiter and begins scanning it with a blue beam.
"Are we flying on your spaceship?" Ruby asked with a tint of excitement in her tone, sure the situation was severe, but part of her was still excited at the prospect but remembers the large stack of smoke it was emitting, "Doesn't look like it can fly, though."
He smirks, "Oh we're not flying. I have something else in mind."
As he says that Ghost returns to him, "Sparrow extracted. Storage took a bit of a beating, but everything's still intact including your spare weapons, armor and Sparrows. As for which, I picked your favorite."
In a flash of blue light, a black Sparrow with red accents appears at the Guardian's side to Ruby's awe,
"Say hello to the, Always on Time." he slides into the seat, "Hop on, you'll find out why that's its name in a few seconds."
So that's it for my first chapter. Excited to hear what you guys think of this story so far, (again, my first time writing a Destiny or RWBY fanfic), be sure to leave your thoughts and criticism down below in the comments. Updates for this story will be sporadic and not have a fixed schedule.
