Fireteam Spirit: Accepted Candidates…
Unknown user has given information under the alias of Reilly.216…
Identity ownership belongs to this alias…
Name: Nyx-(Redacted/Corrupted File… Number of Wipes is unknown…)
Age: Unknown…
Race: Exo…
Skin (Chassis): Steel Grey…
Hair Colour: N/A
Eyes (Optics) Colour: Ice Blue… (Optics have been known to show side-effects of Hive corruption by periodically flashing a sickly green whenever this unit experiences either some psychological trauma involving voices or witness' visions… There is no evidence to support his claims to the envisioned events…)
Class: Hunter
Sub: Nightstalker (Subclass has been marked as unique due to Hive influence… Original Void colour and energy has been tainted with a similar green energy used by the more mystical of the Hive…)
Faction:N/A
Weapons:
Primary: The Last Word (Hand Cannon of Exotic design… Weapon has been altered with a silencer for the purposes of Unit infiltration and assassination…)
Secondary: Still Piercer (Legendary Class Sniper Rifle modified with a silencer by the Unit for the purposes of infiltration and assassination…)
Switchable Secondary Weapon: Havoc Pigeon (Silenced Sidearm acquired from the Crucible representatives…)
Heavy: N/A (Unit opts to use throwing knives in replacement to any heavy arsenal…)
Armour:
Helmet: Unyielding Casque (Unique Legendary class helmet of Hive origin… Has yet to be studied by the Vanguard…)
Chest: Darkhollow Chiton (Unique Legendary class chest plate of unknown but assumed Hive origin… Has yet to be studied by the Vanguard…)
Arms: Sealed Ahamkara Grasps (Unique Exotic class gauntlets of unknown origin… Has been known to create hallucinations and has been assumed to be one of the many causes to this Units many
Legs: Sinaa Lamprey 1.1 (Unknown class grieves given by the Vanguard…)
Cloak: Cloak of the Shadowsmiths (Unique Rare Hunters cloak of unknown origin… Only mention of its origins are from Cayde-6 and a file on a secretive group called the Shadowsmiths…)
Shader: The Old Guard
Ship: Aurora Lance
Ghost Shade: Dread Explorer
Ghost name: Reave
Bio: A mysterious Exo that lives for his next shot at the enemy, Nyx can occasionally be seen traversing the ruinous landscape of Old Russia searching for and completing many a number of Assassination bounties set by the Vanguard. Being the patient predator of the wilds he is, Nyx is more than willing to stay stationary for days on end to get the perfect opportunity to take the perfect shot and remove those targets before they can further plague the world. His bloody work has made him infamous among the Hunters of the Tower but, even after many offers, has refused to join the confines of a Fireteam and remains in his own solitude.
Similarly to many Exo Guardians within the tower, he prefers to not talk of his past much to anyone. Such delicate information has even been held back from his most trusted of compatriots, of which there are not many. Preferring to either say little or nothing at all, this Exo has an infamously reserved attitude to anything that does not involve killing the Fallen. However, once a person has passed through this emotional wall he created he has been known to do almost anything to assist them.
His unwillingness to ever speak about his past comes from his horrific past experiences on the Moon. It was there that he got a little too close for comfort with a very twisted Hive Wizard, even by the Hives' standards. After being restrained in an unknown location in the worlds grave, he was disassembled and reassembled by the monster and the power of Darkness imbued in him. Again and again and again he was traumatised by the horrific actions of the Wizard. The experience left him almost broken and exposed so much to the Darkness that he almost completely succumbed to it. However, his loyalty to the Light and the Traveller remains unquestionable and stronger than any dark taint the Hive could do inflict upon him. In the end, he escaped that hell-pit, though he admits that he has no knowledge of how.
A few months after his escape and reassignment into active duty as a tower Guardian, he started hearing voices of unknown origin and begin to suffer from hallucinations of death and misery and destruction. Speaking to the Towers leading psychiatrists, he discovered that the source of the hallucinations was in fact visions of a possible future. A future where the Darkness won the fight against the Guardians and had destroyed the world as we known it. These dark visions have become a driving force behind his mission to rid the Solar System of the Darkness.
He has refrained from telling anyone about the voices in his head, as he has realised that the voices and visions have been coming from the will of the Darkness itself. It tells him things, things about himself and even the many dark secrets of others that have been kept under lock and key, as well as what this apparently omnipotent entity would do if it ever found the Traveller once again. Nyx tries his best to ignore the many voices but he has been unable to block out the thoughts that it suggests to him; he doesn't want to tell anyone about them, as he fears that they would cast him out or lock him away, in fear of what has been done to him and what he may do to them in case he finally loses control of his mind and succumbs to the Darkness...
Afterword from Nyx:
The Darkness was here…
After so many years, the omnipotent foe that the warriors of the light had been combating had finally arrived to finish the job and wipe out its one true foe; being the overwhelming force that it was, it had more than enough power to do so. For years the Darkness had held back and let its many forces fight in its place.
The fanatical worshipers that came from the time-manipulating Vex gave the Darkness access to some of the most powerful technology in existence. Their devoted and misguided worship was easy to manipulate and control, letting the Darkness harness their abilities for their own needs.
The Hive were their most favoured of Xenos. They were truly devoted and had been deemed worthy of their power… Or at least a small portion of it. They were monsters. Heartless. Cruel. Unforgiving. That was just how the Darkness wanted their servants. They were what truly embodied the Darkness. The purest they could be in a mortal form.
The other two forces were simply pawns in the Darkness' great conquest to destroy the light. With the broken forces of the Fallen fighting to survive and get vengeance on the soldiers of the light for murdering their brothers and sisters, they were used as a meat shield. Nothing more. The Cabal were the same. All the Darkness had to do was direct their warmongering wrath towards their enemy and let them do what they always do: Destroy.
None of that mattered now. The Darkness had won. All of these races, the ones that had been manipulated, had reached their end. They were no longer their own individual races, they were all one entity now. They were Taken. Taken from this world and forced to become lesser than mortals. Lesser beings that served one purpose and one purpose only: To eradicate all beings of the light.
Nyx walked cautiously through the remnants of the tower courtyard, his optics examining the broken tiles beneath him and the blood splayed upon them. A body was lying by his feet… Or at least the remains of one. He knew it was what was left of Amanda Holiday. He would recognise those eyes anywhere. So bright, unique in their own right. It was sad to see her like this, like some cut-up meat you would find in a pre-traveller cattle farm. Not that it mattered now, the Darkness had won.
He walked past the remains of the Cryptarch's shelter, finding multiple bodies strewn about the market; two of them being Banshee and the leading Master of the Cryptarch's himself. Neither of them had escaped. Pity, really. They never deserved that. Another body was Spectre-42. He may not have been perfect but he certainly didn't deserve that.
Passing them by he took notice of the first moving thing in his sights. It was a Guardian but he was not normal. He had been Taken. The light had been purged from him and was instead replaced with Darkness. Every atom, every cell and every nerve had been replaced. Nyx sighed as he recognised the crazed and corrupted form of Gabriel Locker standing over the mutilated bodies of both Avora and even Eddie. Nyx couldn't see Theresa anywhere, nor that Fallen who followed Gabriel around. Both probably dead, he supposed. Not much of a shock. The Darkness had won.
Continuing towards the observation area stationed above the Vanguard, Nyx found a series of bodies scattered about the area. He recognised the form of Ikora Rey to his left, Zavala to his right, behind his corpse was the broken body of Renton Diomedes and their murderer standing above them. Cayde-6 had killed them all. Never knew he had it in him... The Darkness had won... He was corrupted now… Not the same Hunter Nyx had known for so many years…
At the head of the observation deck was the last Taken Guardian who Nyx had found in the Tower and for him to be corrupted was no surprise. After all that he had been through Nyx was surprised that this hadn't happened earlier and that he still had any relative sanity before all this. The poor kid… He may have actually deserved this fate. He had always been a monster, a freak.
The freak of the tower...
The Bane of the Hive...
The survivor of the Seekers…
The Monster who lives an undeserving life...
Cyrus Kitori…
The Taken monster stood over many bodies. To his left was the leader of Fireteam Spirit, his head had been removed quite viciously and was not in sight. Messy. Behind him was the decimated body of Red-16… He wouldn't recover from that. Not by a long shot. The last body was one that the monster seemed to cling to… A familiar face. An Awoken who never deserved such a fate. Fiona was laying limp in his arms. Her eyes were dim. Blank. Void. Nothing. She was gone and Nyx knew exactly who murdered her. Cyrus cried as he clung to her but Nyx did not feel sorry for him. He was a monster. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Looking down at his hand, he noticed that his Hand Cannon was in his possession. He knew what it meant. What he was meant to do. He raised the weapon and aimed towards the monster's head, the Warlock glancing upwards and staring down the barrel with black tears streaming from his billowing green gaze.
Pulling the trigger seemed to slow down the time zone around him and Nyx was unsure as of why. He felt the darkness surround them, consume what little light was around them and remove it completely. A voice emanated from Cyrus' lips but it was not his own. It was a voice Nyx had heard many times before. A voice that had haunted his processors for years.
The voice of the Darkness…
"This may be but a dream to you, Nyx, but this is the future to us…" The voice declared, terrifying Nyx to his very core. "The Darkness will rule everything… And what you have seen will become yours and the others fates…"
Waking up in the Cosmodrome, Nyx felt like he needed to kill something to get the horrific thoughts out his processors. He needed something to break, to decimate, to kill. It would clear his head.
Still, Nyx knew one thing for sure…
He wouldn't go on shut-down for a few months…