Some of you might remember my first story? Yeah, figured it was easier to discontinue that one and rewrite it here. Enjoy!
NOTE: TAKES PLACE POST-FORSAKEN AND SHADOWKEEP.
"I'm... worried about you, Guardian."
"Yeah? You and me both." the Guardian responded. Ghost shuffled his shell in annoyance.
"Ever since Cayde died-"
"'I've been acting more like him.' I know. How's Uldren doing?"
"Still camping out in that shipping container. Doing better since your visit, though."
"Good to hear."
The Ghost and the Guardian continued on in silence.
"So, remind me why we're headed into the Pyramidion? Alone?" Ghost asked.
"Asher being Asher."
Ghost rolled his eye. "Of course it was. What's it this time, destroy the Mind that took his manners?"
"Nah. Apparently Osiris traced a weird signature down here and Asher caught wind of it. So, naturally, he wants us to retrieve it. On another note... How does Tyr sound?"
"Short, sweet, rolls of the tongue... A bit grandiose, but I like it."
The comms crackled to life. "Will you two buffoons hurry it up? Time is of the essence, and you two wandering around wasting it solves nothing! Regardless, you're getting close."
(-)
"We found it, Asher." The Guardian said, holding up a strange, intricate device.
Asher promptly swiped it out of his hands without so much as a second glance. Wires were plugged into it left and right. Screens displayed zettabytes of information that many Warlocks such as the one that delivered the device would have found diffcult to understand.
Finally, after seemingly hours of silence, Asher finally spoke. "It appears that this is some sort of dimensional manipulator. Very effective, very strong, deactivated, of course. Assistant, you shall plug this into your ship and attempt to activate it!"
"I- What? How?" The guardian asked. Asher promptly clamped a strange covering over the device. "Okay then. Is this safe?"
"Safe? No, of course not! Tampering with Vex technology is rarely safe!" Silence. "What are you waiting for? Get to it!" Asher cried, shoving the device into the Guardian's hands."
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"Akira, I really hope you know what you're doing," The Ghost, now Tyr, whispered.
"So do I, Tyr. So do I," the now named Guardian muttered. The jumpship hummed to life. He attempted to decipher the data given by the device, but alas, he still couldn't make heads or tails of it. He shook his head to clear the fog. He hesitated.
"Well, no going back now, I suppose." He pulled the lever and prepared to jump. There was a bright flash of light, and the ship vanished without a trace.
A muffled voice, indecipherable. It came once more, clearer, but still illegible. A third time. Illegible still, but the speaker was clearly evident. Akira shook his head to clear the fog in his mind. "Tyr, where are we?"
"The solar system, I think. But not our solar system." Tyr responded, worry creeping into his voice. Akira patted his shell.
"Don't worry. Wherever we are, we're eventually going to find a way back home. I just hope I'm not gone too long," he replied, an edge creeping into his voice. He knew that if he went missing, many things would go awry. For the man who ventured into the Dark Below and slew Crota, the man who fought a god-king and won, the man who saved humanity from destruction at the hands of the Cabal, the man who dared to enter the Pyramid on the moon to suddenly go missing would undoubtedly cause widespread panic. "Well, then, it does no good for us to simply stay here and do nothing. The sooner we move, the sooner we return. Tyr, if you would. I'm going to meditate."
A young boy pointed into the sky. "Mommy, mommy, look! a shooting star!"
His mother smiled. "Well, make a wish, sweetie, before it's gone!"
(-)
Jesse Mccre sat, and stared at the stars. When you were this far out from the city, they were pretty easy to see. That was when he caught sight of the bright orange light, streaking across the sky like a comet. "The hell is that?" he muttered to himself.
(-)
"Hmm... too big to be a meteorite." Winston muttered to himself, staring at various feeds of the object. "Athena, can you enhance the image?"
(-)
Meditation was important. Zenyatta knew this. And so he sat and meditated. Meditated on life, on death, on many more things.
His concentration broke just as the light flew over his head. He dwelled on the issue for a moment, then decided to call Winston. It was best to take preemptive action, after all.
(-)
Many others would see the strange light in the sky that night. Some would realize what it was. Others would not. Many would look back on this day and say it was a sign of things to come.
Whoo, first chapter finished! As you might notice, we're starting out very differently from the previous version! Also several name changes, and I named the Ghost. Please RR!