Procrastination can be a big pain.

Chapter 3: Remembering

Guardian's Journal Entry 1

*Transcribed From Audio Recording*

After recent events Aura recommended me to write this in case the Red Legion finds me before Humanity does. Right now, it's been two years since we killed Oryx and four days since the Cabal attacked the City and I've fallen back to one of my old hideouts in the mountains just out of the City. Well, one of Cayde's that he got from Andal. But let's run down run down what the past few years have been like for this lightless scout.

First year back, I quickly became one of Andal's favorite scouts. And then everything went downhill from there. Not even two years into my time and the Fallen had hit us hard at Twilight Gap. That was the first time I saw Ana Bray in action, and the pools of light that she left behind gave way to the brightest uses of light any of us there had seen. While the battle was a victory for us, we did lose too many guardians to the Fallen, Crux Lomar did a good thing with creating the Gjallarhorn. Besides those we lost there, the Consensus also exiled Osiris for being obsessive about the Vex. Too bad about it though, he seemed confident in what he said, and he didn't annoy me like most warlocks. But that was the beginning of more craziness. After Twilight, Saint-14 lead another crusade against the Fallen, which I was part of since he was a good friend, before he disappeared. Then there was the whole faction coup stared by the Concordat, and the FWC replaced them. Then, the beginning of the end started.

The Hive invaded Earth at the Burning Lake, and we weren't prepared for how strong they were. The Consensus wanted to launch a full counter attack on the moon, somewhere we hadn't gone for a long time. And Shaxx being the one most concerned about our strength in battles, barged in demanding that we send scouts to find out what we'd be fighting. But the stubborn asshats decided that we could take the moon without reports, hell I was willing to go out there alone and recon at least a landing zone…. Then it happened. Thousands of guardians were sent to take our moon, no one made it back. Crota killed them all using that damned sword of his. I got lucky when it happened, I was in Japan tracking down leads. But people I knew where sent, well volunteered to go. They were my fireteam and were used to me being on assignment for the Vanguard…. They were another hunter, an Exo who arrived the same day I did, which meant him and I were instantly rivals and friends. And a warlock I met in the Crucible. She hated my cockiness when my golden gun wiped the rest of her team, nova bombs hurt when they hit directly. She felt pretty bad about my sore everything that I didn't have to buy my ramen for a month….. Neither of them deserved to be part of the Charlie Foxtrot. And they were the last fireteam I had. And the start of losing more friends.

Before more depressing stories, one good thing did happen. We hunted down every Ahamkara we could find since we deemed them too dangerous with how they grant wishes.

But the Fallen never stop being pains in the ass. This time it was Taniks the Scarred, the reason Andal was my mentor, and why Cayde became my second. He reappeared after being thought to be dead, big surprise, so Andal and Cayde went to go bag him again. Three guns went into that fight, and one came out then with one coming out later. I don't think me or Cayde ever really got over losing Andal to that four-armed freak. But following tradition, Cayde took the post of our vanguard, and Andal's cloak to show respect to him. Then there's the tragedy of Dredgen Yor, and his murdering of many guardians. But we had to move on, especially with what news was about to come in.

So, my perspective reader, you probably know about "The Guardian", we all do. Came up in Russia, killed the Black Garden's heart. Stopped the Vex from screwing up time, that was a fun mission to be on. Avenged our lost guardians on the moon. Got us more access into the Reef by taking out Skolas, and Taniks. But then pissed off daddy Oryx came into the system killing most if the Awoken and messing up Saturn's rings. And because of course they did, the Guardian killed him, twice technically through Hive magic. So, in the few years they were around, they killed a Vex god, two Hive gods, and some of the worst Fallen to come around. But then Saladin's worst nightmare came around. SIVA surprised all of us when it infected the Cosmodrome. So, in response Cayde had Shiro and I running all the scouts we could afford through the Plaguelands. Luckily the replication chamber was stopped, and the Splicers were killed off.

After that last crisis everything started to go well. Maybe we got a little complacent in all our victories. Then well, you know what happened. And that puts us back at my cold hole in the mountain. *Aura speaks from across the hideout* Looks like I got to go now. Wish me luck. Captain Kaleb "Locus" Washington signing off.

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Locus then walked over to where Aura was hovering. "What's up little light? I didn't get to make a clever name for my log."

"We have movement. Something small is coming towards us. Like it knows this hideout is here."

"Well then hide and I'll handle it when it comes into view." Aura nods and fades away while Locus hunkers behind a storage bin, hand cannon drawn. A few minutes go by and slowly he hears labored breathing from what was coming to his cave, and pops up weapon up, freezing. "Ok, did not expect this."

Standing at the mouth of the cave leaning on the wall was a warlock cradling her ghost against her robes. And she stood there for a minute before smiling weekly and speaking.

"Guess I can finally lay down and get some nice sleep knowing a hunter is watching." She chuckled a bit before collapsing to the ground asleep. And Locus quickly pulled her in near to his fire.