" What does it Mean to be an " Xur"...
" Is it there lives?"
" There Rare collections?"
" Xur's aren't something from this life...Nor they exist to live among us"
" They are means to walk among us...Leave us...Wondering who they were..What they are...Why even allow us to see them"
" Xur...The Nine...Strange Coins...All these...Remain as questions of ours...The kind that may or may not be answered easily..."
CHAPTER 2
- WHO THEY ARE, WHAT THEY ARE-
Darkening blackness. The long walkway. Xur walked forward. His head up and his eyes wondering. Wondering if he'd ever see her again. He thought of her.
Only thinking of what those days were like. He knew selling much wasn't going to happen. At least. He had 150 Strange coins in his back pocket. He sighed about it.
Knowing his job was a hard one. Not as easy as people would believe it to be. At the end of the darkness. A light glowed towards him. He walked into the light.
Emerging into another world like realm. He stood on top. Ont op of gray concrete. His footsteps were heard. Other portals were opened.
Other Xur's walked passed him. Some women. Others Men. He looked left and right. Seeing them with large back packs. Some with none.
Others looking at there hands with the info on where there next objectives were. He knew the trails for this. One Xur looked towards him.
Waving like a menacing maniac. Running towards him. He laughed.
" JOHN! I did it! I got the last Objective done on my Trails!" he yelled
" Congrats , Luke. You can now be like me" said John Xur
" Say what? No bro. I can get the license for exotic Heavy weapons. Not Random" said Luke smiling
" Your lying to me" said John
" Bro. When do I lie to you" asked Luke
" You told me You needed me to let you borrow some exotic engrams. For what? To get ahead on your list" said John
" .No. I said let me have them not borrow" said Luke smiling
" Luke. Your a dick." said John with a straight face
"A dick with Heavy weapons!" said Luke with joy
John looked puzzled. Wondering with one yellow eye open. His attention towards Luke. Ignoring the many other Thousands of Xurs.
All moving into many different destinations in the Galaxy. In life. Heading into each one's own world there in charge of.
" WHAT?! BUT-BUT-"
"Yeah there still random. But there heavy Exotic Weapons!" he yelled and cheered on
" I hate you Luke" said John Xur
" You love my company I know it" said Luke wanting to hug John
" NO.I REALLY , REALLY HATE YOU. I DO. I DO." said John angered
" HAHAHA. How much did you sell today John?" asked Luke
" Nothing I bet again. Are you even trying anymore John?" asked another Xur from his left hand side
" Hello , Carol" said John with a sigh
Carol was a female Xur. She stood with her hands on her hips. Looking at them both.
" Carol did you-"
" I'm all out of my secondary inventory weapons. I'm surprised how many wanted to get the Herafter Exotic Sniper" she said
" WHAAAATTT?! FORGET THIS...I'M GOING HOME!" yelled John
" It's popular these days, John what about you?" asked Carol
Taking a few steps forward. He stopped. Once hearing those words. That weekly sentence. His ears rang with echoing hatred. John then continued walking.
" Seriously? Your seriously asking me? Your an ass , Carol" said John walking away from them
John walked on passing other Xurs. Some walked with friends. Others argued over the same shit. John was different he didn't like these things. Problems.
His gear he sold. The gear he gets from all his hard work. Knowing to the point. Strange coins. There hard to get ahold of. He knew this well. Very well.
These things never appeared out of the sky. They were located within hard to reach places. He remembered. Since he was just a boy.
His father was always chasing these coins. John's hands touched the straps on his back pack.
- 12 Minutes Later. Passing through the Dimensional Transporter, Armory-
John passed through the transporter. He was sent into another dimension. The location where he hated. One of the many destinations.
He had to make every single week. He hated this process. He wanted more out of it. Yet he knew the drill. His legs stopped.
He looked forward seeing the line of other Xurs ahead of him. Reaching into his back pack. John took out his strange coin bag. Only to see one.
The one he pulled out was marked with a marking. The kind he liked. He wanted to hold onto it. It had her scent. The strange coin had a marking. Her initials.
He smiled. Remembering her lovelyness. Kind. Gentle. A voice echoed through the hall. Yelling out loud.
"NEXT!? HEELLOOO?! JOHN !? I KNOW YOUR THERE YOU DUMBASS" yelled a voice
" Oh?! Sorry!" he yelled back
John arrived towards the open doorway. Seeing the tall , glowing Xur. The kind that was white and glowed with blue eyes.
The Armory , The weapons expert of the Xurs. John placed his coins onto the side table. That floated beside him.
His back pack was taken by a hovering Armory Ghost colored in Black and blue colors. John bowed to him. Waving. Acting all nice and kind to them.
As he always did. The Weapons expert was named " Vick". A kind of some sorts. Angry fellow. He can be kind but on occasions. John was worried about this.
" John? Again? Not too many sells here sir" said Vick
Vick's eyes looked with such attitude towards John. As John stood with worry. Vick's ghost came back hovering with a stare and smile.
Knowing John was about to get chewed out again. For the 5th time this month.
" I need new inventory. I-I tried selling what you gave me but-"
" John we have a quota. We must meet that in order for us to give you new items. Try new ways of selling" said Vick with an attitude
" But? I need new items. I know if I-"
" You can buy them if need be. If you have to then buy them and will give you the permits for them" he said
John's hands tightened. Gripped tighter. He stood taking in all this. All the crap. Taking it all in and trying to be as nice as he can. He can't get anything new.
He uses old and refreshed items. He needs permits to sell items with. He needs Strange coins to buy items within the world of the Nine. He hated this. The system.
" Damn it! What the fuck!? Seriously?! Either that or get the fucking crap trails will give?! That will take months!" yelled John
Vick lowered his arms. His ghost sighed and grabbed the backpack. Flying towards John. Vick looked at him. Then stopped his Ghost halfway.
" John. Your not good at selling. I will not lie to you. But when it comes to being told by you or any other Xurs." said Vick looking closer towards John
" I WILL END YOU , JOHN. NOT JUST YOU BUT ANYONE WHO MESSES WITH PROTOCOL. EVEN MY OWN PEOPLE" he said to John
" Do we understand each other" said Vick
John nodded. His yellow eyes shocked. At what Vick had said about him. Wondering much about Vick. He just remembered. He knew very little.
John's back pack was tossed at him. He grabbed it tightly. Vick walked away from him. His Ghost flew to John's eyes.
" Master Vick left you a new Weapon to sell, John. Please forgive this unfortunate moment you two just had" said The Nine ghost
" Got it-Tha-thanks , Thanks Vick and you" said John