Chapter 1: The Foe
Location: Unknown, Hellmouth, Luna
Approx. Time: 11:10, ca. 2700s
Fireteam: Shadow
Fireteam Status: Unknown
Ghost Status: Unknown
Objective Status: Unknown
The fortress was a visible symphony of mank and dust and grime, old husks of Hive strewn across the halls, old relics of past battles with past Guardians. From the deep, groans of unidentifiable monstrosities echoed through the dark as what was once an admittedly proud and tenacious race shambled aimlessly, nary a sign of a true and proper leader in sight. Long had the old kings of these monsters passed. Long had a full army been considered. Long had an invasion even been a threat.
Yet they were still a problem to the unexpectant and the unwary and the arrogant. Such was the case with Fireteam Shadow. Phori had been killed. Her Ghost had been killed, arrogant and wanting to help its charge and unwary of the beasts closing in around it. Light drained from its shell like soup when it was damaged before falling completely dark and unresponsive to Phori's desperate pleas. Even Guardians can feel fear.
But not Savage-13. He did not feel fear. He felt anger and frustration at his failure and the death of his friend. He became increasingly reckless as he and his brother moved through the black tunnels and the cracked halls, his red eyes glaring and his hand cannon reloaded repeatedly and his sword constantly sharpened. The Hive would pay for the death of his friend and the deaths of all previous Guardians. He swore this and swore this again when he and his brother came upon an archway that opened into a large circular room. In the center rested a single green flame and above it hovered a single wizard adorned in skull iconography with spikes and spears skewered throughout its body. Secron, Deathless in Voids.
"Abomination!" Savage shouted whilst aiming his hand cannon at the head of the great foe. "Face your demise!"
Diablo could not stop his brother from firing and charging forward like an animal, a vast roar of defiance and hatred spewing from the wired throat of Savage. Knowing his brother would fall to such folly, Diablo charged as well, although at a much slower pace, and fired round after round at their foe.
The wizard cared not for their actions, setting forth a great scream of equal defiance, one that slowed even the loathful Savage in his tracks. The green flame extended and extended and extended throughout the room until only the Guardians were uncovered, trapped in circles of stone, surrounded by fire. Their foe spoke a hideous tongue and laughed, unaffected by the copious amount of bullets pelting her body. Savage dropped his hand cannon and unsheathed his sword and jumped for the monstrous creature.
"Die!" he shouted with vigor and venom.
All went black in that instant. The fire went out. The foe vanished. Diablo called out to his brother as did Savage to him.
They would awake upon a field. Lush and green and a great orange sun in the sky, its tendrils of light spreading into the horizon beyond. Diablo tried to summon his Ghost as did Savage but to no avail. They, like the flames and the wizard, had vanished. They were not in the Hellmouth, of that they were certain, but where they were they could not say. It was an endless field in burning light and only the great monolith in the East, sparkling with ocean and lime provided some semblance of civilization. It was towards there that the two brothers marched.
They could not prepare themselves for what they would discover.