Before she could comprehend what had happened the blade had already sliced through her body, rupturing her organs and circulatory system beyond natural repair.
As she let out a scream of pain and light faded from her eyes she heard a voice. A heavily accented womans voice.
"Come on Angie! For me?"
A voice she recognised as her own replied
"I swear you just want me to embarass myself."
"Its just us."
"Embarass you?"
"Pleaaaaaaaase?"
"You know I can't resist that!"
Moments later she was sucking in oxygen. Hard.
"First death... at the hands of a Fallen Captain? Not bad." Angela immediately recognised the voice as the Ghost. She simply groaned in reply and grabbed her rifle before slowly and carefully taking down the Fallen in the darkened Lunar room. What was that she had heard?
Reformed Overwatch HQ, 90 seconds since callsign: Mercy's arrival
"Oh and-" Winston was cut off by the exhausted blondes voice.
"Winston I was here when the base was designed. I guided countless recruits through the halls. I don't need a tour!"
The scientist blushed and nodded "Sorry doctor. I just have been so sidetracked."
"Understandable. I can take over the guided tours if you want to work on the administrative- well... not that anyone wants to but you understand. You are biting off more than you can chew Winston, and we both know Lena is no help in guiding people."
Winston smiled and adjusted his glasses. He nodded before turning around.
"I miss the old days more than ever at this moment."
"Thats because you were never trained as Strike Commander."
"Fair point Ziegler."
We stayed in a content silence briefly until Winston walked down the hallway towards his office.
Angela took that as a sign to wait for the next arrival. She smiled to herself as she waited. While the doctor missed the agents of Overwatch, she didn't miss the organisation. There was always a sour taste left in her mouth when it came to much of Overwatch, especially Torbjorn, his actions with her healing serum and his attitude towards omnics.
That and the fact they always seemed to want to resolve conflict with conflict. Only she wanted to try find diplomatic solutions it seemed-
Still... She was glad to be back. Even if she wanted Overwatch to change hugely.
The Last City Outskirts: 4 Days after the attack
Her feet hurt. Her arms hurt. Her heart ached. She had nothing but memories and silence to keep her busy as she and the Ghost walked.
Just then the call of a bird made the pair jump. Angela raised the empty pistol and pointed it around. She frowned and lowered it as she saw a couple of dead Guardians.
Poor bastards never stood a chance... Red Legion came out of nowhere and devastated... Everything. Still... Angela grabbed the SMG and ammo.
They will not have died in vai-
She was pulled out of her thoughts by approaching Red Legion War Beasts, the Cabals hounds of war that pose a small threat alone but can easily overwhelm.
Angela pulled out her knife, she always carried one and back when she had her Light a second knife would replenish slowly for reuse after a throw.
Quickly she worked at slashing away at the Beasts, cutting the hoarde down in moments but receiving some injuries.
She chuckled and laid down for a moment while Ghost healed her.
Angela also needed a moment to reflect. She had a dream after... During? At some point between Ghaul taking the Light and her waking she had a dream showing other worlds, the powers of the Light and a bird made from Light seeming to fly towards what looked like a fragment of the Traveller.
What could it mean...? My dreams always have a meaning, I saw the Last City shadowed last time I dreamed after all. Not to mention the memories... Angela sat slowly, taking off her helmet and sighing at the severe damage her armour had received. Here she was wearing scraps and scavenging from her own allies corpses... How the mighty fall...
How do we come back without the Light...?
Reformed Overwatch HQ: 3 weeks since callsign: Mercy's arrival
"Fareeha... No. Flying. For. A. Week. Doctors orders!"
"No!"
"YES!"
"No!"
This argument continued until Angela dialled up Winston and made him lock up the Raptora Armour.
"Fareeha Amari! No strenuous activity for a week! No Raptora armour for three!"
The injured Egyptian sighed and walked away, her injured arm hanging limp by her side.
The Last City Outskirts: 4 Days after the attack
All it took... Was that device.
And our world was wiped away.
Angela walked on in silence, following a random bird towards nowhere.
Twilight Pines: 1 Week since the attack
"Its that falcon again. Is it following us? Or are we following it?"
I dunno buddy... But I'm cold...
Snow fell as the defeated duo trudged through the mountains. The ice and snow further demoralising the Guardian who had renderd herself mute during her despair, not speaking a word.
These mountains... They are beautif- the Traveller...
The Guardian dropped to her knees seeing her home and source of power in ruins.
Wind blew but renewed rage and adrenaline built inside of her as she started to trudge through the snow as though she had found a new purpose.
And then a Cabal ship flew past. And defeat grew once more.
Without realising the loose snow under her foot as she began to descend, Angela tripped and rolled in the snow, wincing and groaning as pain filled her aching body. It was a few feet from the edge of a cliff that she stopped.
"Angela! Be more careful..." Ghost appeared in front of her, looking terrified and worse for wear than Angela herself. The Guardian nodded in reply and stood shakily, her head bowed and rage ebbing.
As she walked further down the path a sense of dread filled her until she heard the roar of a Cabal Legionary and a pack of War Beasts.
If I go down... I'm taking as many of you rhino assholes with me as possible. Hope filled the Guardian as though she had renewed Light. She drew her pistol and expertly shot at the hounds, her damaged gun weakened and less effective than usual but still doing the job.
She dove out of the approaching Legionary and quickly stabbed it in the back before spraying into its head.
"Bullseye!" a hoarse voice came from her lips.
Angela gasped and her head bowed again, but her Ghost seemed a little more hopeful, even if he said nothing.
Shortly, after resupplying ammo from the corpses, they walked on again.
After a brief time the path got trickier to traverse, some jumps in the way but Angela began to instinctively jump between the obstacles.
Just one quick double ju- SHIT! Darkness enveloped Angela as she fell.
Her head hurt. She was spinning. She was helped up. Her ears were ringing. Her Ghost was... Speaking to a woman?
Angela followed confused, a shotgun tossed at her, which she barely caught, before being taken to a ship.
A Short Time Later
"Coming up to the European Dead Zone. Gonna be our home for a while."
"Do you see it...? Thats where we are supposed to go..."
"That thing? They call it the Shard of the Traveller. I call it a place you don't want to go."
The Guardian exited the craft expertly, landing on the grass and stretched.
"Home...? Bah! This is a farm! This is no place for a Guardian!"
"Yet here we are." Angela reminded her everpresent ally.
"Yet here we are..."
Angela approached a woman under a tent. The Cryptarch it seemed...
"Oh, I'm glad to see you safe. I'm Tyra, Tyra Karn..."
Angela zoned out and half focused until she heard Tyra's parting words.
"Guardian... The Shard... We have to go there. Speak to Hawthorne!"
Angela raised an eyebrow as she walked towards the rusted hanger
"Hawthorne is the lady with the bird..."
ALRIGHT!!! STATUS REPORT! I am a month behind schedule, scrapping 90% of the Destiny 1 writings and planning all for the Dawning to appear in the story- post-Red War.
I am so sorry for the delay. I can only blame myself and how I am. I chose to play through the Curse of Osiris and do a lot with the Dawning as well as Overwatch's Winter Wonderland event instead of writing. But here is the chapter, a little late but I am happy with it.
As to why I am dumping writing most Destiny 1 content? I didnt enjoy playing it as much as the sequel, I didnt and wasnt going to get the DLCs, I missed its entire lifespan and from what I know the servers will be dead in a few months.
STILL... I wont write it ALL out.
