The Darkness was a force of evil that pressed upon the last city's walls and attempted to end the Traveler once and for all. The Guardians sought to prevent that end, fighting every minute with guns and grenades and super powers bestowed upon them by the Light itself.
Királynö fought the Darkness with her bow, void arrows taking down even the fiercest of enemies with its venomous tether. She fought every waking minute to protect the last city, though she knew none of those who lived within its walls. She knew only the Guardians, and very few of them at that. But they were strong, capable warriors that she admired. The Guardians lived in the Tower, a large building that rose to meet the very clouds that surrounded the Traveler, which could be seen from almost any point in the central plaza.
This time, the fight was in the Cosmodrome, in old Russia. Ducking behind a few rocks, Kira reloaded her hand cannon as quickly as she could muster before leaving cover to shoot down a vandal. She could smell him from here, malodorous cape and all. His wire rifle was no match for the hand cannon she packed, fitted by Banshee-44 himself.
She decided, shooting down a shank, that something had to be done about the increasing number of Fallen infiltrators here. "Ghost," she summons, and he appears, scanning the area. "There's a Fallen skiff headed this way. If you take down the enemies that are onboard, that would likely stop the infiltrations for a while." Kira nods, and Ghost disappears.
The skiff is headed towards her as she reloads her weapon. Then she holsters her gun, readying her rocket launcher. This would be more than enough firepower. She took aim, firing the weapon right before the Fallen dropped from the ship. The blast was enough to knock the Fallen from the ship, bodies hitting the ground with enough force that they would have been dead on impact.
"Good job," Ghost murmurs in her ear, and she nods. "Just doing my job."