Chapter 2: The Last City

AN: What in Sam Hill? I did not expect this much support for the story. Thank you all so much! In other news, I've been gone for a bit. I was pretty busy with stuff, some good, some bad. For one, I play a lot of Crossout, and the fifth major US tournament came up. It was free for all style, everyone for themself, and I won first place. Good stuff. Lately my clan has also been doing really well. We are almost to the highest tier resources in the game so we can make bank off selling them. Also, my iPad broke and I just got it fixed. In other news, I'm gonna try and make this chapter a good bit longer. I do not own Doom or Destiny.

To Arwnis98: Yes I know, just trust me. ;) (Normally I would send a private message, but you seem to have that function blocked)

Doomguy POV

The salvaged Arcadia Class Jumpship wasn't in the best condition, but it wasn't in the worst condition either, for a ship so ugly. Who the hell paints their ship yellow and blue? The cockpit may not have been large enough to get up and move around in by any means, however, I could lean forward and back enough to have a good visual of the surrounding airspace. Then there was the control board, littered with buttons and switches, many of which had been torn out, presumably by the fallen. That didn't bode well.

The ship was agonizingly slow for a spaceship, and I couldn't help but fall asleep since the ghost was doing all the piloting as is. As soon as I began to slumber, my head was filled with demonic imagery, along with memories of demon slaughter, hellfire, and the smell of brimstone. Needless to say, the nap did not last long.

At least the view of Earth's surface was a lot nicer than the last time I had seen it. Now that the demonic invasion had ended, it was merely under siege by fallen. Progress.

Finally the traveler came into view. As the ghost began to drone on about it's magnificence, I studied the war torn object of discussion more closely. While the giant white ball may look harmless, something about it felt off. This machine's presence felt eerily familiar, and dangerous.

I shrugged off these feelings and proceeded to dock the ship, after which my ghost sent it back into orbit. "Welcome to the tower, the last city. Once one of the greatest human cities, now we're counting every day it still stands." This 'tower' was quite the bustling marketplace; sellers had booths set up all around, but the area was quite clean, as there seemed to be robots specifically designed for that purpose. All of the stands at which people bartered seemed to cater to the warriors which filled the area. More guardians. The main courtyard also branched off into three directions. Left and right led to god knows where, and tin can told me that I needed to go straight forwards and down the stairs up ahead. This brought me to an overly lengthy hallway and down to a large open room. As I walked down the hallway, a man in a suit of curious orange and white armor with a single horn on the right side stood in a stoic pose and greeted me with a slight nod as I walked past him. I returned the gesture.

The room at the end of the hall appeared to be a sort of command hub. Communications devices surrounded the main area, which was occupied by a large table and three rather intense looking… people. The first of aforementioned individuals could pass for a human, if humans could be purple. He also seemed to be the most competent in my eyes, so I approached him first, passing by the second individual, who most certainly could not pass for human. A robot? I don't trust robots. Wait, why is it I don't trust them again? I shrugged off this train of thought and walked by the third individual, and the only human of the three, who seemed to be watching me with a curious expression, almost as if she knew who I was. Despite part of me wanting to talk to her, I could tell the purple one was waiting impatiently to speak to me with a stoic expression on his face.

"Welcome guardian." I nodded in affirmation. "I am Zavala. You look… different from what I expected." Behind my visor my eyebrows made the classic look of confusion. The hell is he talking about? Meanwhile, my ghost looked back and forth between us, also seemingly not understanding. "Zavala, if I may ask, what do you mean by that?" The Awoken guardian opened his mouth to respond, but Ikora interrupted. "Its nothing. Do not worry about that for now." The ghost seemed to accept this, albeit with some degree of suspicion. "Oh, ok…" A few moments of awkward silence ensued before Cayde, naturally, broke it. "Zavala? Ya there big guy? Hellooo. Earth to Zavala." "Yes, I am here, Cayde. Now is not the time for your antics. Guardian, the gunsmith will be waiting for you in the courtyard when you're ready to retrieve a weapon." As I turned to leave I faintly heard him speak under his breath and smirked underneath my helm at what he said. "Not that you'll need one."

Third Person POV

"Ikora. Why did you interrupt me?" "I'm not sure it's him. We don't want the wrong person to hear about-" Cayde-6 walked in the room at that moment. "Oh uhhh, hey guys. Am I interrupting something?" "No. We were-" Zavala started up but was cut off again by Ikora. "We were discussing the situation with the hive. On the moon." Cayde seemed to believe this. "Oh. Well I just wanted to tell you guys I'll be gone for a few days. Got something I wanna check out."

After he left, Zavala spoke up again. "Why didn't you want Cayde to know" She merely responded by staring at him before turning and leaving as well.

Doomguy POV

This ghost was proving to be a valuable asset. It apparently can even update my hud. The ghost had in fact, placed a clearly visible objective marker showing where this Banshee-44 was located.

After reaching the designated area, the robotic gun salesman offered me a choice between different guns, the only one that stood out to me was the hand cannon. "You seem to be interested in that there hand cannon." Everything about this guy just emanated boredom,like he had done this 5000 times in the last few minutes. "The damage is nice and all, but it's reloading time is… unimpressive." That can be fixed. I took it in my right hand and held my left out for another. "Can I help you?" Through my visor I stared him in the eyes—or whatever you want to call them. Sighing, Banshee forked over another hand cannon of the same model. "Good luck, guardian."

Upon reaching orbit, I wondered why I had taken two guns. My memory may have been shot, but a part of me knew I could handle both easily. I guess I'll find out soon.

Soon indeed. Five minutes later we were back in old Russia. What are we doing here again? Whatever, I guess. I jumped out of the ship. Let's get started…

AN: I did plan on making this longer, but I guess that didn't happen now did it. Till next time y'all.