Hello, once again, I bring another chapter with me. This one is a longer one. Instead of focusing on Sensō, though, we're going to focus on two of my other characters (with made up back stories). I appreciate anyone who reads this. Thank you.(and I hope you get an exotic from your next three of coins)
In other news, anyone excited for Iron Banner and Trials? I know I am.
I do not own anything Bungie or Activision related. I only own my personal characters.
Chapter 3: Exiled
The man walked towards me, and held up his left hand.
"The name's Andrew. I'm a warlock." His hand was still there, as if he wanted me to shake it. I held out my own left hand and shook his.
"Hold on. My ship should arrive soon. Amanda fixed it before I went patrolling," Andrew said.
About a minute later, I saw a grey jet emerge from a dark cloud. It flew with no trouble, as if there was a really experienced pilot in there.I looked at Andrew.
"Your ship can hold three people?" I asked.
"Three? What, was someone else revived? Your ghost reported was only one of you in the distress call."
I frowned. "I'm talking about that pilot in the ship." Andrew looked at me again.
"I don't know what era you are from, but there 's this great new thing called 'auto-pilot'," he replied.
"Who trusts machinery to pilot a ship?" I asked. Sentinel floated to my side.
"You don't know the irony of that statement, do you?" Sentinel said. What is he... oh. That's right.
I heard a chuckle from Andrew. "I'm pretty sure you can also make a pun out of your statement, too," he told Sentinel.
I looked back towards the direction which the jet came from and it was really, really close. It was just two or three buildings away-oh, now it's here. I looked at Andrew and he summoned his own ghost.
"Hold on," he said. I held his shoulder and we started to dissolve.
I suddenly teleported into a closed space. I saw what looks like crates of ammo surrounding me. I heard some sort of intercom.
"Sorry. No room at the front. Looks like you'll have to stay in storage. Don't worry, it shouldn't be a rough ride." Yeah right. I held on to an ammo crate tightly.
I felt the ship move, and I was thrusted towards the "back." Some light ammo crates were sliding down, but I held them back.
"Welcome to flight 743, I hope you enjoy the lovely journey. Our destination should take about an hour or so at top speed, but if we slow down it will take about two hours. Unfortunately, flight 743 does not have any flight attendants, but you do have a ghost, so talk to him," I heard from Andrew. What a great pilot. I'm definitely trusting my life to some guy wearing animal skulls with taking me to safety. Then again, I also trusted a floating white mini-robot and fought walking trash with burning hammers.
I felt like shutting down for a bit, so I "turned off" my eyes and "slept."
?'s POV (The day before)
I still remember that day. The day I was exiled. The only thing I was allowed to keep was my sidearm, a prize from the war, and my ship, the Ceres Galliot. Unlike the common blue-green ones, mine is a rusty gold. It used to be a lot cleaner, but it aged.
I decided to go to Earth. I heard talks about a city in which all people were respected. Though there were supposedly higher-ranked leaders, they treated every citizen the same. No royalties either. Not like my old "home." I was done with that place. There, no one trusted me, so I didn't trust them. Everyone was treated like they were noble rich people even though in truth, they were weak, regular people like me. But unlike me, they aren't being treated like dirt.
This Earth city, however, sounded like a place I would want. A place where if one person was struggling, it would not go unnoticed and at least someone will help. No one would worry more about their nobility or how they "are much, much better than Earth-born Awoken." Because in that city, what I heard, was that each person was treated the same, even if they were a different race. In fact, I heard their "vanguard" leaders were consisted different races.
I entered Earth's orbit a few moments ago, skipping it's moon. I heard Luna was filled with hive, creatures I've seen in the Prison of Elders from a camera. Seeing the abominations those wizards created made me want to never go near them at all. Especially after hearing about how they slaughtered hundreds of guardians with ease.
Once again, I tried forgetting about my old home. I turned on my communication radio to see if anyone can tell me where this city was. For a few moments, I got nothing, but then I heard a faint noise. It sounded foreign at first, as this language was sounding nothing like English. I quickly responded.
"Hello, anyone there? I am an Awoken from the Reef. I do not act as an agent or ambassador. If anyone there speaks English, please respond."
I kept on hearing this foreign language. It sounded like it belong to a man. The frequency started getting worse, but I eventually heard something else.
"Hel...this is...I'm using Raspu...to contact you. I've tracked...'re coordina...in about three...inutes, land and I'll...et you there." I heard. The voice sounded like a man. Not the same voice from before, but different. The voice wasn't metallic, and it sounded like a commoner. A human.
I followed his directions and safely landed outside a cave. My ship was surrounded my tall rocks, so no one can see it from a distance. I heard that Fallen scavenged ships around here. Just like I used to scavenge those dead skiffs.
I exited my ship, looking at the blue sky. This planet felt...more lively than the Reef, where there was no bright sky. I still felt that feeling of isolation, since no other living being was around.
I put my sidearm in my holder, ready to grab if necessary. I pulled my hood over my head, a piece of cloth given to "traitors." I walked around, waiting for that human to arrive. The ground was covered in what looks like "snow." It wasn't cold, however. Dead grass covered the rest of the ground, yellow and old.
I saw my reflection on a large puddle. I saw my blue-ish pale skin, my dark hair, my glowing yellow eyes. But most of all, my mark. Tattooed on the top half of my face, it shall forever stay with me.
I heard a faint shuffling sound, and immediately pulled out my sidearm.
"Who's there!" I shouted, looking around myself. A few seconds later, I saw a man emerge from a bush. He had dark hair like mine, but it was more bowl-like. He had dark brown eyes and light-ish tan skin. His cloths consisted of blue pants and a red cloak.
"Don't shoot. I'm the one who contacted you. The crazy Russian you heard was a 'friend' of mine," he said. I put my gun back into its holder.
He looked interested when he saw my sidearm.
"Is that a dreg's weapon?" he asked. I nodded.
"I grabbed it from a dreg and shot him and his group during the Cybele Uprising," I replied.
"Fascinating. So you're a war veteran," he said.
I nodded once more, this time time walking towards him. He motioned me to follow him.
"Come. I know a good place to rest," We started walking on a dirt path. He asked me a question a few moments later.
"So, what's a Reef-born Awoken doing here? What's your name?" he asked.
"I was exiled. For reasons I do not want to discuss. My name, is Marcole (mar-COAL). What's your name?"
"My name's Daniel, the descendant of the geniuses who made Rasputin,"
"Who's this Rasputin?"
"He was once an artificial intelligence made to protect humanity. He controlled war satellites that were scattered everywhere. There used to be other AIs like him, but now he's the last one,"
"What are you doing here? I heard there was this city full of people,"
Daniel turned to me and stopped. "My parents and I used to live here to watch Rasputin. According to my mother, he helped protect my ancestor when everything fell. Rasputin used to be inactive, shut down. But after my parents died from the Devils, Rasputin turned on. He recognized my blood and took care of me, and I eventually 'befriended' him, though he won't admit it. I stayed here to make sure protect him while he reboots all his systems that he can access,"
I looked at him with a little envy. Though Daniel's parents are gone, he still had someone who took care of him. I had no one. No parents, no relatives, and no significant other.
Eventually, we reached a hill, and I saw broken, rusted ships everywhere. Not airships, but ships designed for water. On the top of the hill, I saw a small building that barely had any walls. It was rusty and torn.
I was led to the "inside" of it, and saw Daniel walking down some stairs.
"This way," he said. I walked without question.
After another set of stairs, we reached the "bottom" floor. In front of Daniel was some sort of diamond shaped door. Huge wires surrounded it, as if they were going inside. Daniel knocked on the door.
"Rasputin! We've got company!" Nothing happened. Daniel sighed and tried something else.
"Распутин! У нас есть компании! Открыть!"
It sounded like he spoke that same language I first heard in my ship. Daniel stepped back as the huge door opened. He looked at me and smiled.
"He understands English and responds to it, but sometimes he wants me to practice. Oh, I forgot. Welcome to Rasputin's bunker! He usually doesn't like guests but since you're with me you're an exception," he said. Music came from the inside as he walked in. I followed.
"Don't mind the music," he said."He likes listening to ballet. You'll get used to it."
We kept walking through the bunker, going through narrow halls until we reached another room. There was a tall pillar thing in the middle that had wires hooked up to it. Daniel pointed at it.
"That right there is Rasputin. Well, his core. He's almost ready to be by himself. He said that an array needs to be open if he wants control of things outside of Earth. He can't open the array himself. I might take one of those guns he offered me and go to the City. If I become a guardian, I might still be able to see him. What about you?" he asked.
"I'm thinking of that," Actually, once I get to the city, what will I do? Should I see if I can become one of those guardians Petra accidentally shot down? Or should I become a civilian? Either way, I'll be satisfied.
Daniel pointed at something else. "Those are crates filled with food and water. They came from a crashed ship that was from the city. Somehow, only these crates were intact,"
I nodded, but then thought of something else. "Am I staying the night?"
"Of course. Wouldn't leave you outside with the Fallen. The same murderers who killed my parents," He said that last part with scorn.
"Anyways," he continued,"you can rest here for the night. Luckily for you, I'm leaving for the city tomorrow. I just need to help Rasputin fix one more bug. I'm gonna bring some of that food in a bag for when I walk,"
"You don't need to walk. I can empty out my ship to fit you in. There won't be a lot of space though," I said.
"Thanks. I owe you," Daniel smiled as he walked towards a computer. I also smiled a little as he tossed me something. A piece of bread. It's not what the Queen eats, but it's better than nothing. I closed my eyes after eating and fell asleep. Perhaps getting banished from my home was a great decision.
I hope you liked this chapter, because I personally like this chapter the best so far. I hope the origins of my human character wasn't too rushed. It probably was. Anyways, let's see which one is which class. Oh, and in case you're wondering, I will join the Iron Banner. Don't know if I can find a team for Trials though. If you see me in Iron Banner, you'll either die by the Juggernaut-sword hilt combo or I'll get beat up from your 310 Touch of Malice. Taikonaut (The helmet I still don't have QQ) out!