A humid chilly mountain wind blew over the tower misting it with a early morning blanket of fog. The sun was breaking on the horizon creating long shadows and streaks of sunshine across the tower s concrete ground. Regardless of the early time the tower never truly slept though and Guardians and personnel were already bustling about, or rather still bustling.

At the bounty board a half asleep Warlock gave a large yawn and a stretch as she reviewed the bounties for the day. Her Ghost floating nearby gave her a once over [You just slept for 12hrs how are you still tired?] it asked in disbelief.

The girl rubbed her eyes of sleep and smiled, clearly still half asleep "I would've slept long had you not prodded me up. Besides sleep is one of life's greats pleasures," she responded looking at the bounties again having not really registered reading them the first time. "Its a magical state where you feel totally relaxed and can explore your subconscious or go on grand adventures in other worlds."

[Is life in the tower not an adventure enough?] it asked with a hint of amusement [If not I'm sure Ikora would have something]

"Oh its plenty adventure but I don't think I'm going to be hunting down magic toadstools for kittens at the tower," she joked "In all seriousness though what with all the Fallen bounties?" She pointed to the list of bounties for Fallen gear and mostly clearing them out. Sure there was always bounties for hits but this was awfully specific.

[Not sure, though I've heard House of Devils has been more active lately. Somethings been winding them up as of late.] it said looking over the bounties as she selected them [An Ill be sure to ask about any magic kitten missions.] it teased.

"Please don't. Haste-4 would kill me, or forever tease me for it. I will not be known as 'Nix the Magic Kitten' girl." she groaned "Though he'd likely word it much better then that. Do you think its the Hive stirring them? Haste-4 pointed out that seeder thing in the Cosmodrom a while back. Maybe the Fallen poked it too much and the Hive didn't like it?" she offered as she began making her way to the hanger to get her ship.

[It's possible but the Hive have been quiet lately. Do you want to invite Haste-4 and 'Killbot' as you so lovingly called him.] Ghost asked referring to her other Exo team mate.

When Nix and him had first come to the tower, after Nix had somehow managed to down a Baron after awakening from death, she had been a bit lost at first. A normal response for a new Guardian, however word got around of her accomplishment fast. This didn't initially help because, while she clearly had talent, she wasn't much for crowds and had been initially shy. The attention only made her feel anxious and scared. She barley knew what was happening at what to do and suddenly she had all these high expectations of her.

Shortly after she had been approached by a Titan Exo by the name of Haste-4, a veteran Titan by that time and highly respected. He had offered to teach her how to navigate the Cosmodrome and manage herself out in the field. Initially she had been nervous, Ghost had been the one to explain that she was nervous after all the praise and that she didn't want to disappoint but felt she couldn't deliver on it all.

It was Haste-4 that had reassured her that hiding wouldn't make those expectations disappear, but rather she should begin training and see where it took her. Reminding her that she had a job to fulfill. Oddly enough the straight talk did help and she agreed. Her first day was in short a train wreck. She was a poor shot, clumsy, and jumpy at best. Haste-4 hadn't been impressed but continued to show her how it was done and within a week she had the basic's down. After that was when she started to make progress.

She bloomed as a natural Sunsinger, but wasn't bad with Void either. While he rarely complimented her to her face, which he later explained to prevent her from becoming complacent, Ghost had heard talks from him to Ikora and Zavala that she had great potential and when she stopped worrying so much she was a natural despite any previous known training. Even saying her one of her greatest traits was her determination to try, even after getting horribly frustrated she still tried again. Though after some mild frustrated fits in private.

Along with her Guardian abilities she also grew out of her shell to the rather loud, rambunctious, sailor-mouthed, 'pocket-full-of-sunshine' self. She still avoided people she didn't know most of them time. Preferring privacy to work and being alone, but she didn't hide away in shyness so much anymore.

Speaking of working in groups, during her third week Haste-4 to his normal partner, a silent Exo Hunter with a face that Nix had described later as 'looking like a robot Hive'. He had startled her at first and had unceremoniously told him he 'Looked like a Killbot' with his black and red haunting appearance. While she had expected to be scolded for blurting such a thing out and being rude both men had been thoroughly amused and thus she never got the Hunters real name but was encouraged to just call him Killbot.

Back to the present Nix stopped in her tracks and looked at her Ghost "Why? We can handle some Fallen." she asked, surprised at the suggestion.

[While I have no doubt in your abilities now, I'd feel better about it. With the Fallen this jumpy you could easily be overwhelmed by numbers.] it explained, not wanting to say it had a bad feeling about all this.

She thought it over, clearly hesitant. "Well...Alright if that's how you feel. I don't think they'd be happy about it but for your sake sure." she said, biting her lower lip. A nervous habit she had since reawakening, maybe even before she died "I'll just tell them I wanted to hang out."

With that settle she headed to her ship, playing with the helmet under her arm. She knew she should put it on, the humidity in her hair was going to make it muggy in her helmet later but she wanted to savor the fresh air. The mountains smelled wonderful, like oncoming winter and pine. And nice clean smell if not chilly. Blowing some golden hair out of her face she mentally counted ships until reaching her 'Chunker'. Technically a blockaid runner it was a hideous color of orange. But in fairness she adored the shape and the sheer speed it could hit as it broke orbit.

While the other's ships were sleek and well shaped hers was build for sheer power and speed. And she loved that about it. Sure it wasn't pretty but it didn't have to be for her to love it. She had a soft spot for things that weren't a 'normal' kind of pretty, but it animals missing an ear or all scratched up, or a building that was being reclaimed by nature, their was something she respected about it all.

A amusing comparison to her really. She was rather easy on the eyes and she knew it. Fate had been good to her with a slim and lean hourglass figure, comfortable bust, and hair that looked like it was spun from sunlight. Her matching honey made her look like a fairy tale princess, which was very far from reality. A regular tomboy growing up. Oh yes she could remember everything about before she died, just not her actual death. Another amusing trait given how forgetful she tended to be.

She took a seat next to her ship on a crate, putting her helmet on she leaned back and waited. Ghost floating next to her [Don't fall asleep there] it warned. She snorted in response "I'm not mom," she teased.

15 minutes later she was woken by the feeling of falling on the ground. She had fallen asleep and fell.

"Ow..." she groaned, Ghost looking at her and shaking itself in defeat.

"Graceful as ever," a robotic voice commented. She looked over the crate she had been sitting on to see Haste-4 approaching. Steady confident steps carrying him over to her.

"Just seeing if the floor needs a hug," she joked getting up, rubbing her tailbone that she had been sitting on for so long.

"I'm sure its fine," he said sarcastically, crossing his arms "I thought you could handle bounties on your own by now."

"I can," she defended "I wanted to hang out. Not like we can go out like civilians to meet up, this is the next best thing." she explained. She didn't want to admit she was doing it for her Ghost. While Haste-4 and his Ghost got along theirs was very business with Haste-4 calling the shots. Her and her Ghost had a more personal relationship, she liked it that way. She was never good with 'business' relationships, she was an emotional person, it drove her. So it was natural she'd make her relations personal. True this resulted in her getting burned plenty but it made her happy. And she was nothing if not a heart seeker, she did what felt right to her gut.

Haste-4 looked at her a good while silently, she couldn't see his face thanks to his Saint-14 helmet but she knew he was analyzing her. She was used to it, he was a calculating person. Harsh but fair and a great leader. True he could really bum her out some days but he definitely brought the best out of her, and she could both see and respect that. She just wondered why he put up with her 'childish tendencies'.

Shaking his head he lowered his arms "Were both ready to go when you are. We'll follow you out to starting area." he said heading over to his sleek white dead orbit ship.

She didn't see the appeal of that ship, or any of the factions really. Sure the ship was unique and fit his love of black and white everything but it wasn't really that great aside form that in her opinion. He had explained the different Tower factions but she never felt a real pull to any of them.

New Monarchy was a bad idea from the beginning. History of Monarchs always ended badly, more so the idea of nobility brought dangerous ideas. Blood shouldn't give somebody value nor family rank. Plus their was a danger of people abusing that power as people so often did.

Dead Orbit, while well meaning she couldn't agree with either. Running away? That fixes nothing, eventually it all catches up to us, better face the end with flame then run like a coward. After all that was what Guardians were here for right?

If anything she had more respect for Future War Cult. While she had no intention of joining them she recognized an ugly truth. Humanity was forged in warfare and war would forever be constant. As long as people had passion for something they would fight over it. She respected that and their acknowledgment, but she would not encourage it either. It got enough of that.

Climbing into her ship she set coordinates for her usual secluded start point and went through the motions of liftoff. Smiling all the while she launched with two dead orbit ships in tail and kicked the speed up to savor the sheer force of her acceleration. Enjoying the freedom flying offered her, along with simply being a little show off.

God she loved this ship.

There we go we've introduced out main characters yaaaaaay