Fireteam Spirit: Accepted Candidates…
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Name: Galva
Age: (Chronological: Estimated to be over 300 years of age) 25 (Biologically)
Race: Human/Exo Hybrid
Skin: Caramel brown
Hair: Auburn Brown (Short cut)
Eyes: Electric Blue (Evidence of Arc energy lingers within the subject's pupils.)
Other aspects:
Skin: Metal elements littered about the skin, leaving a copper sheen upon segments of the Guardians skin. (Parts of the skin have been visibly replaced. The parts have moulded into the skin and appears as a seamless connection.)
Class: Has the ability to access every Arc Class (Unique Hybrid who can access all Arc related abilities.)
Sub: Primarily a Bladedancer but has mastered both Striker and Stormcaller classes.
Faction (If any): Savathun/ Followers of Savathun
Weapons:
Primary: Fatebringer (Legendary Class Handcannon discovered by Elder Galva from the supposed remains of Kabr's missing Fireteam within the legendary Vault of Glass…)
Secondary: Light of the Abyss (Legendary Class Fusion Rifle discovered by Elder Galva within the depths of the Dark Chasm…)
Heavy: The Infinite Theorem (Legendary Class Machine Gun gifted to Guardian Elder by the disciples of the mysterious Osiris…)
Armour:
Helmet: The Devouring Maw (Legendary Class Helmet gifted to Elder Galva by the ancient Warmind Rasputin…)
Arms: Shinobu's Vow (Exotic Class Gauntlets created from an ancient blueprint and forged by the Cryptarchs for Elder Galva to harness her abilities…)
Chest: ATS/8 Tarantella (Exotic Class chest armour created from an ancient blueprint and forged by the Cryptarchs for Elder Galva to harness her abilities…)
Legs: Fr0st-EE5 (Exotic Class grieves created from an ancient blueprint and forged by the Cryptarchs for Elder Galva to harness her abilities…)
Mark: Arc Flayer Cloak and Omnigul Bond (1. Legendary Class Cloak created by Elder Galva after her encounter with the legendary Psion Elders… 2. Legendary Class Bond taken by Elder Galva from the clutches of Omnigul's horde…)
Shade: Glowhoo
Ship: Custom made ship forged in the design of a Hive Tombship. (Reduced size to match other Guardian Ships. No weaponry related to the original Tombship blueprint.)
Ghost Shade: (Custom design based on the Kingslayer Shell.) Morphing and shifting Cyan and Blue.
Ghost name: Spectre (Spec)
Bio: Once a human whom lived during the Golden Age of humanity, Galva was a soldier whom served [[ERROR#/INFORMATION DELETED]]. For reasons unknown, she was injured during a failed mission into earths Amazon Rainforest. For many hours, she laid against the cold earth, limbs torn from her person and irreversible damage to her chest; she was more than ready to accept her fate. However, still finding a use for her, the [[ERROR#/INFORMATION DELETED]] recovered her to serve their purposes and keep an incredibly valuable asset.
The process to rebuild was not an easy one as she was subjected to major alterations and augmentations involving prototype Exo technology and a concentrated supercharge of Arc energy. The process backfired, however, as the energy overload put her body into a comatose state; luckily avoiding damaging any nerves and remaining organs. As much as [[ERROR#/INFORMATION DELETED]] wished to revive her, they were astounded and relieved to discover that she had become similar to a self-sustaining generator; being able to contain and expel Arc energy almost at will. Nevertheless, for her own safety, [[ERROR#/INFORMATION DELETED]] put Galva into a cryogenic capsule that would hopefully preserve her body and keep her mind from ever deteriorating; a hope to recover her already impaired mental abilities. Her peaceful slumber with her own faction did not last as their facility was soon attacked and a majority of the base was totalled, leaving Galva and her pod stranded deep within the depths of the ruin.
Years after the fall of humanities "Golden Age", Galva was once again discovered within the depths of the ruin by a lonely Ghost seeking for a Guardian to serve. The Traveller's dying breath after the apparent "attack" from Rasputin allowed the Ghosts to exist and – thanks to them – Galva was able to draw breath once more. As the small Ghost found her self-sustained pod, it brought her out of her coma and told her of the world she now inhabited. As he finished his tale, the newly nicknamed Spectre – or "Spec" – insited that they join her fellow Guardians in a great migration towards the Traveller. Wary of this great "Traveller", Galva declined instruction and instead began to wander her own path within this new tarnished world.
As she travelled, Galva proved her skill as a Guardian as she traversed the lands of earth; leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. A Fallen house fell before her mighty wrath. Even a might Ascendant Knight of the Hive fell to her in its attempts to tear a small settlement apart. These actions drew the attention of Savathun, whom personally sought to manipulate the Guardian to join her forces. Galva, seeing past her tricks and attempts at manipulation, instead refused the offer and attempted to attack the Witch-Queen where she lingered. In an attempt at bargaining, Savathun instead told Galva of her incredibly dangerous Family and their plans for the Sol system. Seeing the need to bring this news to the other survivors, Galva joined the migration to the base of the Traveller and helped establish the City and the Guardian sanctuary now known as the Tower. She knew her mission: to guide and teach the Guardians of the truth of the Hive and their Gods, preparing them for the imminent threat that was soon to come.
As her legend grew, her influence among the Guardians also grew. She had made her name known to group of Osiris cultists, helped the Six Coyotes and even earned the respect of the feared Warmind known as Rasputin. Many of them saw her great power over the Arc element as the ultimate weapon against their foes and would continually ask for her assistance.
Galva herself is a very quiet individual that prefers to analyse a situation before engaging in any form of combat; when she does engage, she is a heavy hitter that is almost unmatched in power and strength but is still able to maintain a stealthy approach. Still, her rather quiet personality has been considered so comedic when hiding her past, similar to that of Cayde and Andal.
Among the Guardians of the Tower and the citizens of the City, Galva is revered as a living legend that has never failed in battle. Her skill is almost unmatched. Many unlucky creatures, traitors and monsters have fallen to her in battle and not once have they ever succeeded in stopping her from finishing an assignment. Yet, her career – like many others – is still blotted with failure and despair. Many Guardians have fallen thanks to her intervention, tragedies that she has never truly forgiven herself for.
The loss of Kabr and his Fireteam within the Vaults of Venus…
The ruin that returned in the form of Eris Morn from the Dark Chasm…
Her part to play in the SIVA crisis…
Her faith in Warden-19 to persevere through the legendary Vault that claimed Kabr's team…
Possibly in a desperate attempt to redeem herself, Galva has taken a keen interest in the exploits of Alexander's Fireteam. She has taken it upon herself to help guide Fireteam Spirit in the right direction as – despite their vast and chaotic differences – she is sure that they can eliminate any threat they come across if they remain united and true…
Afterword by Elder Galva:
The Travellers Light illuminated the dusk as the darkness began to fall upon the city, the spherical deity still appearing to watch over the citizens of the last city even in its spent state. The people slept soundly, feeling a sense of security from its presence. They could pretend that, even for a moment, life was worth living. That they could one day live in a time of peace once more. It was a comforting thought.
Not one that the Elder known as Galva shared with her fellow Guardians or Humans. She was not cynical by any means, far from it. She was instead a realist. She knew what the universe had to offer; more than aware that simply feigning ignorance to the reality of it would only lead to despair. That was something she saw far too much of lately, Despair. It was everywhere and inhabited almost everyone she came across.
It lurked and fed off of the people like a damned leech that thirsted for blood, draining all of the contents away until the all that was left was a husk; a shameful testament to the potential that humanity once possessed before the Traveller. Before the Darkness. Before all of this…
So, maybe the thought was more comforting than she gave it credit for. If the people needed to believe in something then it is more than acceptable for them to have it. Maybe the Guardians could learn from them, as faith seemed to be such a dwindling concept nowadays. No one truly "believed" in anything anymore…
She took a sharp inhale of air as a strong gust of wind passed her by and allowed the Arc generated holographic tails of her Psion cloak to flutter carelessly. She opened her luminous eyes and stared at the harsh drop below her, wondering how high the city walls were originally intended to be. It was never her end of the project so she never knew. Still, it was a fascinating distraction as she waited.
Her eyes flickered open, reacting to something only she could apparently sense. "I know you are watching me." She declared, turning to gaze over shoulder and gaze towards the one who had decided to join her upon the wall. She had expected him to hide. "It is a futile endeavour, you know."
Her eyes locked onto the silhouetted form, scanning it for any irregularities. There were plates clearly absent from the armour that had obviously been lost over the course of many battles. A putrid sent emanated from the being before, almost making her flinch at the coppery smell of rust. A tall frame that stood above the average height of any normal Titan. Red optics that glared from the confines of the dark abyss that was his chassis. Full of hatred and, yet, empty inside. Dead from the years of being lost. From the mistake that she – and the council – made.
A smaller red optic attached to a shambled metallic form floated towards her and brought that unwanted smell of copper closer. Something she did not appreciate. "Well, of course it is. Don't you think we are aware of this, Galva?" The small piece of Light responded mockingly, his optic narrowed as his broken voice continued to bleat. Even with a temperament a saint would admire she was finding it difficult to remain calm. "You are a killer, after all, and killers always know when their prey is within their reaches. Within their clutches." The Ghost hovered closer to her face, the stench becoming almost unbearable. "It's a killer's instincts…"
Galva sighed, heaving her chest slightly as she resisted the anger boiling within her. This particular Ghost truly was a nightmare to speak to. "I'm here because you invited me and I want to know why." She declared sternly. She turned to fully stare at her mistake.
The Ghost scoffed. "Oh~ You've decided to care, have you?" He hovered towards her and mimicked a spitting sound; a spark flying from his small frame and splashing against her cheek. She did not flinch at the small spark, her augmented skin ignoring the sensation almost entirely. "Guilty conscience catching up to you after all of these– oh, which was it now? Years? Decades? Centuries?"
Galva froze slightly at his words and felt her almost eidetic memory slip into a haze of nostalgia and despair. Faces passed her vision briefly and each seemed to be giving her the same horrible look in their eyes: blame. She could see the once forgiving eyes of Preadyth before she guided him towards that dreaded Vault. They reminded her of the red optics glaring towards her at this very moment. It almost made her feel sick to her highly augmented stomach.
Galva took a step away from the edge and took a step closer to the two. "I never wanted this to ever happen to you or Preadyth or the others; my intentions were pure." Her hands reached into her holographic hood and pulled it down, allowing her angelic features to become exposed to the chilling air of the night. She would not hide behind her hood from him. "I was thinking about the Tower; about everyo-"
"Ah, yes, as always, with that same excuse to exempt yourself from all responsibility!" The Ghost snapped cruelly as he twirled around her. He halted before her eyes and glared as her eternally calm eyes continued to stare him to a standstill. "I wonder if you would have told all of them poor, dead souls the same thing? Did that make their lonely and cold deaths worth it, Galva?"
Galva closed her eyes and felt a solid frown pull at her lips. "I did not kill any of the-"
"I wonder what they would tell you, you know, if they were still among the land of the living."
The Guardian narrowed her eyes at his vindictively mocking tone, finding her calm demeanour slipping through her grasp. "Don't talk about them like tha-"
The little Light shushed her abruptly, his singular crimson optic flickering as he continued to simulate his glare. "I would bet you anything – absolutely anything – that, in your darkest and loneliest hours, you beg them and us for forgiveness. You can see those faces as clear as you perceive reality and, as I betted, you beg to them; hoping to hear them forgive you." He whispered in his broken tone, his optic twitching as the crimson began to flicker. "I bet the silence is unbearable, right?"
"Swoop." She suddenly spoke, her commanding tone silencing the Ghost from continuing his accusatory rant. "I am not here to listen to you talk incessantly. I am here because Warden asked me here. I am here to talk to him, not you."
The Ghost glared once again, falling into a silence that was almost entirely foreign to the little spirit. He attempted to speak once more but was silenced by his owner, who gave a garbled sound that almost sounded like a grunt. The Ghost flew over to his owner and hovered over his shoulder. The Exo tilted head slightly. "He is not wrong." Warden remarked in his dark, broken voice; clearly damaged from the centuries of underuse. He had clearly been alone in time for too long.
Galva ignored his comment, more intrigued at hearing his voice for the first time in decades. It didn't sound the same as all those years ago. "Warden, stop avoiding my inquiries." She ordered softly, more sympathetic than frustrated with the mysterious Exo. "Tell me, why have you brought me here?"
Warden looked away from her and stared towards the wildlands of the city's outskirts. His optics were distant and void, as if lost to whatever he was focusing upon. She almost thought that he had forgotten her. Maybe his mind was slowly corroded and causing an Exo's type of senility; if so, he truly must have been suffering. After a moment of agonising silence, he spoke once again. "She was right to warn you, all those centuries ago, Galva…"
Galva blinked, confused at his statement. "Who-"
"Though separate from her own kin, she is still a being whom is not to be trusted." The Exo walked towards her and passed her by, the Travellers light finally lighting up his form. "Extensions and references of her existence are very hard to come by, even as a wanderer of time. But, in the right place, evidence is littered in much abundance." Her eyes widened slightly as she was given a closer examination of his corroded armour and faceplate. The bronzed rust that littered his armour. The smell would be considered unbearable – at this point – by normal humans. Thankfully, she was not normal. "After abundance is found, she soon becomes a bore. She was once interesting, intriguing. Reminds me of yourself, Elder."
"Warden," she attempted to enter the one-sided discussion, finding his bleak and yet vague dialogue grating upon her. His lack of any substantial conversation was frustrating her. "whom is it you speak of? I must know so you can-"
Warden continued, ignoring her as he stood upon the edge of wall – similar to what she had been doing before he had arrived. "Her family is most certainly a force to be reckoned with. Especially her brother, Oryx…" Galva's eyes widened at the name, a name that she had been sure to not tell a single soul. Toland was the only other who knew of this name before he went missing with Eris Morn and her Fireteam into the Chasm. She wondered how Warden knew of such things, he was privy to knowledge that even Felix and the rest of the council were unaware of. It didn't seem possible. "His son is already waiting to return to implement his vengeance upon us once more, wishing to do to us, once again, what his forces nearly succeeded in doing. But you knew of this, didn't you?"
The Elder turned towards him and reach for his shoulder in an attempt to get him to face her directly, so she could ask him directly of how he knew of Oryx and his sister. How he was so aware of a situation that no other was. "How do you know all of this, Warden?" It was like he knew everything that the ancient Hive Goddess had told her in her attempt at recruiting her. It was like he had seen the interaction. As if he was… there… "Warden… Were you… Were you there when I spoke to Savathun?" She interrogated desperately, her usually serene eyes laced with panic. If he knew as much as he appeared to, Galva knew that she could not allow him to spread any of it to the others. The people could not lose faith in her. They needed her. They had to depend upon her. If they knew she had once made a deal with a Hive Goddess… they would never trust her again. "Tell me!"
The Titan – once lost in time – turned his head to glance at her. She stepped back as she noticed the small smirk that played at his metallic jaw. It was not a kind smirk, nor a knowing or sympathetic one. It was cold, dark… sinister. It told her that he was aware of everything, that he knew all about her adventures, her dealings, her mistakes. It told her that, no matter what she tried to do to cover up her mistakes and remain this perfect leader of the people, he would always know. He would always be watching…
He turned back to the view before him and gazed towards the night sky, his dark grin remining like an etching upon stone. "Do not think that, because she has warned you, it makes her worthy of trust." She remained silent as the crackling energy that inhabited her eyes began to flicker. "Even if her intentions are pure of heart, they can still lead you and the Tower into the path to ruin; to humanities extinction." He warned. "You would not want to make the same mistake we did in trusting you, Elder Galva."
Before she could reply, his form has dematerialised in the same fashion as the Vex. Similarly to how she arrived, she was once again alone upon the Tower wall. She remained frozen in place, her hand still raised as if still lingering upon his shoulder guard. Her eyes still laced with shock at the information she had just received from the Guardian; along with its haunting implications. It was almost hard to believe that anyone else could discover her secrets but… that was not what truly bothered her.
When she came to speak to Warden, she was sure that she had gotten over her mistakes all those years ago; that she was able to forgive herself for what she had convinced them to do. The names of these people had been forgotten over the years, their faces disappearing from the records almost entirely. But she never forgot: Preadyth. Toland. Skorri. Eris… Warden. He was all that was left of the past. The rest were missing. Eris and Toland were gone; she knew not if they would ever return. It was unlikely. Preadyth, Kabr and Pahanin had yet to ever return. She remembered a communication about there was "not a relic" and the communications cut out. Warden… was evidence of her failure. How the Vanguard and Felix had failed.
Her arm lowered and came to her chest, her eyes falling into a deep despair as she dropped to her knees. She felt her eyes prickle with tears and a sob seeping to escape her lips. She looked up at the night sky and parted her lips to speak. "I… I know th-that I don't deserve your forgiveness…" She whimpered as she released a strangled sob, a sight she would never allow others to see. No, in this moment of solitude – consumed in an unbearable guilt – she would allow herself to become vulnerable. To allow her humanity to come back for one short moment and allowed her to reflect and release all of her pain amassed over the centuries.. "I know I don't… I know that is-isn't something that Cayde, Zavala, Ikora and Felix will ever deserve but.. please… know…" She placed her gloved hands against her face and continued to sob, her final sentence strangled by her tears. She could finally, in a moment of weakness, apologise to them.
"Jus… just know that I'm… sorry…"