Death's Hand

by Grim5130

This is a story of a lone Guardian. He is the silent and deadly type where when he speaks it is for good reason but rarely does speak. This Guardian learns love, real teamwork and several other things through his adventures and experience. Disclaimer: I do not own Destiny or any characters of the game. The only thing I do own is my own characters.

2. Chapter 2

The lone Guardian woke up with a stir. With a sigh, the Guardian got up attempting to forget the nightmares. He went to the cockpit and activated the ship as the storm had degraded to gentle snow fall. Prepping to head to the tower he took a few deep breathes and took off. Reaver having stirred with the sound of the ship activating he floated over to the Guardian "Grim when are we going to ask Holliday to check the ship for element based damage?" Reaver asked as he scanned the exterior of the ship from the cockpit. "I'm detecting that when the engines froze over, the ice build up damaged parts of the engine and if I remember correctly our little mishap on Mars caused solar damage to one of the comm antennas." The Guardian known as Grim looked over at Reaver before sighing and focusing back to the flight to the Tower.

"You really should let Amanda have a look at the ship. At least let her fix the comm antennas without them we'll be left out in the dark. The engines can be repaired later but I really don't like not having comms." Reaver began scanning the ship in hopes of detecting any more damage but was interrupted by the sound of their landing. "Well then, you could have given me some sort of warning that we were here." Reaver said with what could only be described as an annoyed look.

Grim gave Reaver a look of uncaring and began the trip to Amanda. As Grim was exiting the ship he picked up his favourite rifle. The Red Spectre gleamed in the light with a signature red shine and the semi bright shine of the knife. Grim exited the ship and was met with stares from many Guardians new and old. A re-born hunter with the gleam of adventure in his eyes raced up to Grim and barely containing his excitement asked "Are you the same hunter that took down the Black Heart, Oryx, wiped outed the Prison of Elders and ended Skolas with that very same knife that is on your hip?!"

Under his helmet Grim gave a small smile and nodded once at the young hunter. Grim drew a knife from his sheath and placed it in the hands of the re-born. "You're giving me one of your knives?! I'm so honoured. I'll end many with this knife" with his excited claim the hunter ran off to tell his story to others.