SCRY OVERSIGHT report, final record as of XX-XX-XXXX:
Asset WORLD HEART: status change from "pending" to "safe". Unknown cause.
Asset ALLSEEING EYE: status change from "pending" to "safe". Unknown cause.
Asset SIXTH RANGER: state change from "inactive" to "active". Status change from "null" to "safe". Unknown cause.
Asset UNYIELDING SENTINEL: status change from "pending" to "indefensible". Cause: CARTHAGE BLADE: OUTSIDE CONTEXT
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They awoke slowly. The night had passed into a gorgeous morning, earmarked by the song of the Traveler. A combination of the news of Cayde's return and the Traveler's election of a breeder had sent the Tower into a frenzy - the sounds of footsteps around the dome lulling Ra into a deeper, deeper slumber.
Zavala took to the morning first, blinking and peering at the form of her fellow Titan. Was that all a dream?
Ikora jostled herself awake next, eyes snapping open and gasping at their current states. Was this truly the Traveler's doing?
It took Cayde some time to rouse herself; getting jabbed in the sides by her fireteam. Did Ra admit to hearing the Traveler?
Eisheth was positioned squarely on Ra's head, her shell vibrating gently as he slept; breaths quiet and eyes darting, searching in his sleep.
"Ra," the ghost whispered.
His cock shot upwards before he did; the weight of the three bodies was enough to keep him pinned. The Vanguard looked at him; and he, in disbelief, laughed. There they were, and there he was, real as the day he was born again. His arms were tired, but he brought the trio in closer to his body, hugging them close.
"Don't get too comfortable," Ikora mumbled, "I'm putting you under quarantine until we can control this… These emissions of yours, Ra."
"Lie to him all ya want," Cayde snickered, rubbing her breasts up and down his mighty frame, "Ra, buddy, I'm keeping you all to myself. Sure, all that cum might go to waste and whatnot, but-"
"-The Traveler spoke to him, commanded him to do this all," Zavala interjected, huffing as she rose from Ra's side, batting her eyes at him. "As far as I'm concerned, he needs to be elected as the new Speaker, with all the responsibilities that entails."
"Or," Ra hummed, "Eisheth and I could use our newly found powers and spread Light everywhere. Y'know, not be trapped here, stuck in a shack, waiting for the Witness to knock on our door."
The old Vanguard shared a look between themselves, bringing their hands to marvel at their new bodies. Ikora's fingers dug into Ra's thighs possessively.
"No," she said, "I'm sorry Ra, but for the safety of the Tower and the system… I'm placing you under arrest. As… As fun as this-"
"-You're thinking this a plot of that Hive goddess," Cayde sat up, herself. "Ikora, that's so weird that you might be right. I mean, from what Eisheth told Sundance, it wouldn't be out of left field for her to do something so fuckin', y'know, wacko like this, but-"
"-That was not Savathun I spoke to," Ra assured them, letting that doubt creep into his dream. "It was the Traveler. She spoke with so many voices, I'm telling you - as if every ghost was…"
"...In chorus," Eisheth piped up. "Targe, Sundance, Ophi - you're all reporting in fine?"
"Fine as fine can be," Targe grunted, materialising from a puddle of cum on the ground. "Can't say the same for my voice."
"An all-too-feminising wave of lust striking even our shells," Ophiuchus piped up, with a distinctly higher tone. "I would stress nothing but caution, too. Why remake us - rebuild Sundance and Cayde - only to make you copulate?"
"To breed the Light," Ra answered, eyeing his own package again. "Her words. Impregnation or just pouring everything I had into you guys, that's… That's what I'm lost on. I figured…"
"...What is it, Ra?" asked Zavala.
"The Traveler wants me to go to the Pyramid on Luna. To Savathun's corpse. To Riis-Reborn."
"Then our suspicions are confirmed," Ophiuchus sighed. "This is not her work. Simply an infection of the Light."
"No doubt a holdover from the Traveler's time spent in Savathun's Throne World…" Ikora hummed, tracing a hand over Ra's - one laid over her stomach. "...Whatever this is, it's wanting to lead you to focal Darkness sites in our system. I'm sorry, Ra."
"But you know a little ball-and-chain's not gonna stop him, right?" Cayde asked, taking Ra's cock and grinding it between her thighs again. "Or me, for that matter."
"Can you not feel this as Light, Ikora?" Zavala asked again. "I've done my share of doubting the Traveler in these times… But even I can hear the echo of it, resonating in…"
Her eyes wandered, to the meaty fuckstick currently sawing in between the lower lips of the Exo huntress. Zavala shook her head, and blushed, clutching her chest.
"...Him. After all this time, after all of our efforts, our losses, could you doubt this boon so freely? Is Cayde's return another trick?"
That professional visage, marred by a speckling of Ra's seed, broke. Ikora couldn't look at any of them, taking Ra's hand off her stomach. She stood, barely, and commanded Ophiuchus to follow her. That bowlegged walk - seeing how much he had truly changed her - roused Ra like nothing else, underpinned with a deep concern.
"It's because of our losses that I can't simply accept this, Zavala. You of all people should know that we must remain vigilant in the face of something like this. So until…"
"...Find proof that I'm not a fake," Cayde stopped herself, sighing. "Find proof that all this mess is the Traveler's doin', not the Hive's. I got it."
"C-Cayde, that's not what I meant-"
"-No offence taken," she bit back, "look, I get things have been tough. If it helps, if we can… I don't know - if we can use Ra here to give us an edge over the Darkness, then I say we use it. If all we have to do to arm him is convince you, then, well, I've got a job to do."
She slid off Ra, leaving his cock to dribble a fat stream of pre onto his chest. He moaned, sitting up himself and groaning with exertion. Cayde shook her head at the thoughts of what she'd do to him, and turned, walking past Ikora on her way out of the ward. She slung a length of cloth over herself, a limp to her gait and a bulge to her belly.
"I have to let my clan know, at least," Ra pleaded.
Zavala shook her head, a firm, neutral line set at her lips. "Ikora and I will disseminate the news as best we can. For now, we need you to stay put, Ra."
Ikora let out a breath of air; a sigh of relief that Zavala had taken her side. She appeared sympathetic at the very least, but Ra rose, stretching his tired limbs. Eisheth hummed 'round him, taking stock of the changes to his body.
"The Pyramids are still waiting in our system," he said to Ikora. "Trap or not, we need to act. I'm sorry."
There was no way to stop him, she knew this. A sad smile crept its way to her lips.
"I know. But I can delay you. Just please… Stay level-headed."
"One of us will, ma'am," Eisheth answered.
The minutes passed slowly as the Vanguard left him; Ikora's new top-heavy bod stumbling out the ward. Zavala kept herself straight, but Ra saw the idle hands creeping to her stomach - hovering over her womb? - and found himself hardening again. It wasn't enough that the Light now boiled within like a magma pit, no - it had to be coupled with a rutting urge, too!
He and Eisheth stood, at the peak of a stretch, gathering their thoughts. In that psychospace, they voiced their concerns, mumbling low and thinking deeply on old knowledge, old lore. Days spent in the dark, hunting Hive minds, or treks on scattered ground, intercepting Eliksni transmissions. They cycled through even Cabal rites, Vex data-streams, Taken blight-scores, and Scorn whispers, trying to find answers.
"This is the Traveler," Eisheth said to him. "I know it. I know it in my heart and in my head!"
"Which, to be fair," Ra snickered, "aren't too far from each other."
She swatted him, colliding with his noggin.
"Hey, I meant that as a compliment!"
Eisheth giggled, and shook her shell, pouring over every log they'd encountered, all the sum knowledge that had been etched into the mountains of glimmer they'd accrued over the years. Why now? Why us? Why did she want us to breed? Were the changes permanent? How would Zavala and Cayde learn to deal with their new bodies? Let alone anyone else…
They were pulled out of their thoughts by a noise at the shack's door. Of course, someone was elected to guard them, and given the space, given the sheer volume of the voice, it was-
"-I know you're quite upset Juno, but I can assure you Ra is being kept under quarantine for his safety and yours! You could simply attend your next scheduled Crucible match with the others in your clan - why not Freyja-"
"-Just let me in, Shaxx!" She roared back. "If I get sick then I'll just keep my Ghost out here; and some other dink can take our place, or you could slot the teams in a stupid Glory match. Look-"
"-Lord Shaxx," came Parvati's lulling tone, "we simply wish to see him. Is the sight of him contagious? Does it travel like SIVA - and has it infected his Ghost? Does the Vanguard have anyone inside the ward caring for him - and if it is contagious at all, why send out Zavala and Cayde? If-"
"-Parvati, were this an entry etched into an engram, I would tear into it to discover the plot and plotters myself! As it stands, I'm left with little knowledge of his… Ailment. If you have complaints, take them up with Ikora. If you wish to fight, then fight me in the Crucible now - Ra is off-limits!"
A pause. Eisheth rubbed gently against Ra's neck, and he held a hand to her.
"They're not too happy," she hummed. "I can't send a message out to Sapph, and-"
"-And Vesta still hates your guts," Ra intoned. "Still has that perma-block on you."
Echoing footsteps pitter-pattered away from the shack, and Ra could hear, on the edge of hearing, Shaxx sigh.
"And keep your bloody mouths shut about SIVA - if I have to deal with Forge tearing up the Tower, there will be hell to pay, you two!"
Hours passed. Simply hearing the whip-crack fury of Juno's voice was enough to make Ra question years of their teamwork. The contrast of Parvati's cooling tones conjured a cavalcade of memories of their missions together. Juno's flips, dashes, jumps, awkward-angle twists in the air that Ra imagined before him, kinetic delights that sought to tease him. The power, sheer and radiating lust he felt from Parvati, empowering him to crash his sparking self into the Sanctified Mind-
He opened his eyes, not even realising he'd slipped into meditation, and stared down at himself. His cock felt so fucking hot, his balls filled to burst with cum, churning constantly in a state of need. His veins too began to flood with powerful Light - spreading through his body - a worrying sight. Ra shook his head hard, and stood, letting drip that flowing precum, growling deep in his throat.
"I am sorry to see you like this, friend."
Ra covered himself, noting the old-world brogue contained in his own walking barrier of Void-Light. Saint-14, Hero of Six Fronts, approached him, looking haggard. The weight on his shoulders was too much to witness, and even behind his legendary mask, Ra's sympathy for the man's suffering outweighed his own self-pity. The two Titans shared an understanding look - just knowing what thoughts they conjured in another.
Osiris. Savathun. Sagira.
A body-hopping violation of Osiris, one that Ra felt he understood too clearly, one that Saint hefted the guilt of.
The sole hope for their system. A symbol. The Guardian.
"You saw what happened to Cayde and Zavala," Ra warned, "I don't know if that ward will help you, Saint."
"Geppetto assures me it would suffice," Saint sighed, "and desperate times call for desperate measures. Osiris remains comatose, and what little Light we can feed him wastes away before we can wake him. I do now know what wretched magic that Witch truly cast upon him, but… The ages of the Infinite Forest are catching up with him, and he is fading."
"I am sorry," Ra enunciated, slowly. "Saint…"
"...Guardian," he huffed, "Ra, I care not for the Vanguard's caution in this matter. I could not smell the taint of the Hive upon Osiris, I understand this, but I know, know in my heart that the Traveler has spoken to you. Blessed you."
He carried with him two things. A bag, jingling gently, and the mask of the Speaker. Saint's father in all ways but blood. Ra felt ashamed at his current state, at the notion of having Saint approach him like this, in this sheer desperation.
"Saint, please-"
"-Ra, I have seen Zavala and Cayde. I know that you brought Cayde back as you brought me back - I know as Ikora knows that this was tied to you, no matter how you report the retrieval. What I have seen with my own eyes is the Light. You have breathed life into the Vanguard. You brought them back from their darkest moments, and have given them strength!"
Saint struck his chest, a thunderous clap resonating from his fist to this armour, resounding all throughout the Tower. And in that hand, the bag jingled again. Ra knew what it contained - or who, rather.
"Give strength to Sagira. Return her, as you returned her once before. Vex technology be damned, Hive magic be damned, Darkness be damned, Ra - I know you can return her back to life - and thus-"
"-And if it changes her?" Ra asked, "if it changed Osiris, made him into a woman, Saint-"
"-And you ask me what I know again!" Saint chuckled. "You know love. It is what keeps you, keeps all Guardians strong! Juno, Parvati, Freyja, Asherah and Ishtar - would you not love them if they had changed? Would they not be your clan, your fireteam?"
Ra paused, and thought. He stood, eventually, and took Sagira from Saint.
"...I make no promises."
He did what came natural to him - Eisheth focusing the spillage of Light in his body. He laid the intact remnants of Sagira's lifeless shell in his hands, and cupped her, gently. Ra shared a look with his Ghost, and brought her to his forehead again, kissing her. Those same lips met the dead sprite in his hands.
It was an affirmation. Of Ra's faith, of Saint's trust, of Eisheth's love, and of the Traveler's will in her Chosen.
Hive hate spewed forth from the traces of Sagira's shell - imprints. Dredges of dark memories etched into the psychosphere of the dead. When presented with Light, Ra and Eisheth felt it spew back with anti-Light and Darkness. Vile counters to the purity of the Traveler's power. It challenged resurrection. Challenged the tithe that had been taken as a result of Sagira's sacrifice.
So Ra took the challenge. Threw away the tithe. Denied it, causing an echoing chain of denial to crack at the all-encompassing swarm of the Hive. The Hate tried to make him Hate, and he threw it back with memory. He could not forget like the Traveler, no, so he used the power of Light for the most pure purpose he could think of, Love.
Sagira piggy-backed off Eisheth's shell in their romp on Mercury. He had built memories with her; making Ei jealous, taking down the Vex and preventing one more dark future from occurring. He remembered every footstep they followed, every jab they threw at Osiris, and every little flirt Sagira made with him. Whatever magics remained on her shell were obliterated by memory, allowing her to breathe.
And if Ra had sought no other payment - no recompense for his sacrifices in the name of humanity, the Light, and their allies - it would have all been worth it to see Sagira stir.
"...Ra?"
The silence that blared in his ears was broken only by a louder thunder of Saint's voice.
"You have done it!" he roared. "It is a miracle! You have brought back Sagira, you have brought her back!"
Saint hollered, broke his ward, and hugged Ra's naked body, caring not for the all-bending influence of his Light.
"S-Saint!-"
"-Sagira! Eh, come, come - we have much to discuss, Osiris needs your help - Geppetto shall update you!"
Saint thrust the Speaker's mask into Ra's hands, and hugged him again, tight enough to crack his spine in half. Beneath a gurgled moan and a brilliant flash of Light to heal him back up, Ra could hear him cry with joy. This was his affirmation - that no trick could have granted him such power, for such a purpose.
This was the Traveler's doing.
"The Speaker said this allowed him to focus solely on the Traveler; to hear her voice among the cacophony of the world. If you need to speak to her, for her, then this is yours, Ra. It is my thanks, and-"
"-Go to Osiris," Eisheth assured Saint, "and… Tell Sagira to stay away from my man, okay?"
"...I shall," Saint chuckled. "Love is in the air, Ra, and it is all thanks to you!"
He fled, sprinting out the door and letting Zavala's ward wobble at its seams, threatening to fall. Ra looked down at himself, and stressed the hearing of Saint's voice, shaking his head.
"He's-"
"-Changing," Eisheth nodded. "So much for quarantine… Think it'll spread from Sagira?"
Ra simply blinked, feeling a little drained, but not for long. The thought of Saint-14 being transformed into a strong Exo woman like Freyja, squishing his head between her thighs, invigorated him. His cock swelled once more, looking a little less lustrous, and he felt the need to laugh at himself.
"Breed the Light," he repeated. "Bring our friends back. Ei, I can't… Fucking believe this."
She snorted, giggling at him. "Yeah… Yeah, neither can I. B-Before we break out, though, the mask-"
"-Right," Ra nodded, stepping to the portal of the hut, staring upwards at the night sky. The moon was full yet eclipsed by the Traveler's girth, allowing the light-pollution of the City to flare, uninhibited.
She was happy with this sight. Ra knew this. As if it was whispered to him.
"...I'm with you, Lord."
He donned the mask, one last confirmation before he would dive in and change his life again. It didn't quite fit at first, but adjusted so lightly that he couldn't tell; sensations marred by the chorus of life rising from the mask's edge. As it screamed, it grew louder, into a billowing siren that threatened to deafen him - silenced by the sight of her.
"...Traveler."
Lustre. Light. Liquid lapping languid locks of luminous lore, leaving a lingering long lost love for the lot of them all. Hurt. Haunted by a hatred hanging harshly over the hearth, hurling hellfire at her. Beauty - a bounding, bonded, breathless breadth of bounty and-
"-You have many words to describe me."
"So very many questions too," Ra chuckled, letting out a breath. "Is… Are you… I…"
"You are my last piece. From you, the Light can grow. From you, the Light can grow in others."
"...Why," he heard a voice ask - Eisheth's - so quiet and cute, "but why all the sex? W-Why all the… Gender-shuffling?"
The Traveler smiled. The being within the ball within the city just smiled at them - at Ei and Ra. And it was then the mask came off - whether by his own hands or otherwise, Ra couldn't tell. His ears rang with a pondering silence, thrusting an eagerness into his heart. They had a new mission!
Their rest be damned, their worlds still needed them, and the solar system's enemies still needed a taste of their own salvation. Ra darted for the hangars, keeping under cover of that approaching morn, past the echoing, swift-travelling news of Sagira's revival. Eisheth and he huddled under a cargo slab, away from prying eyes, to recuperate.
"Man, news travels fast here," Eisheth grunted, shaking her frame again. "And can you believe the Traveler herself just talked to us? L-Like, Ra, I'm not-, I can't… And she didn't answer almost anything!"
"I suppose there's questions we'll never know the answers to," he shrugged, "say, don't suppose you can get my armour-"
"-Ahem… Trying, and failing," Eisheth lied. She was beginning like this covert exhibitionism!
"Memento mori, Ei," Ra sighed, smiling back at her, eyes lit up in excitement. He gave her a kiss, and she flashed a little red light on her shell back, rotating fast. "C'mon, don't let my head get too big."
"Alright, ya neon-nerd," she echoed, "looks like we got ourselves a coupla heroes trying to play a losin' game! Hey, all those cheats don't matter in the end, not if the game's been rigged from the start!"
He tried to keep a chuckle down, but covered himself in Void-Light as a shroud, slamming against a wall to keep out of the eyes of a patrol.
"Ah… There's just been a huge load of arrivals," Eisheth uttered, crestfallen. "We're not getting out easy. A lotta chatter on open comms about us and the Vanguard…"
"...Fuck," he mumbled. "Let's dash there. Holliday's likely been given the order to impound the ship until further notice, but I'm betting you can hack against that. We may get a crowd surrounding us, but-"
"-We could always erect a big 'ole barricade to keep 'em out," she giggled, putting on Holliday's accent, "a plan's a plan. But are you sure you don't wanna go hog wild and fuck every Guardian in sight, Lord?"
"No," he sighed, "just… Look, mission first, then-"
"-Then we go hog wild, gotcha."
The hangar was buzzing. Hundreds of transmatting Guardians flocking to cash in their bounties, flaunting their gear and style over others, engaging in little ribbing and huge celebrations, with one topic trouncing all others. Ra and Ei skated behind pillars, blocks - streamers left over from the previous events, and sighed with relief as they entered their ship.
The Wanderwing; a gift from Suraya, heavily modified by Amanda for that extra bump in headspace and cargo. They commandeered the ship quickly, and before Ra could note the glory of the sunrise before his eyes, he noticed Eisheth's Frame, freshly transmatted in.
"No armour, huh?"
"Yup," she tittered, "weird glitch with our vault, sealing the doors now, we should have access!"
"Thank the Light," Ra uttered, hoisting the Speaker's mask upon the dashboard, kicking the engines of the ship to life and sighing with relief as the hull rattled.
Eisheth slid neatly into her Frame - gasping - and Ra's eyes snapped back to her, the hackles on the back of his neck rising as that Hive smell tingled his nostrils. There, stowed away on their ship, quiet as a mouse, was Eris Morn.
In her hand she held her dragon's bone, and the expression on her face was hard to tell, like always. Still, clad in that thick, dull leather and carrying her various packs, Ra felt his heart skip as he saw her. Why was she in the Tower? She couldn't have heard the news, could she?
"I'm sorry that you're seeing me like this," he cleared his throat, blushing hard and eyeing Ei liberally, "but Eris, it's… Good to see you."
"Your appearance is of no matter to me," the Bane said, "still… I am glad you are in good health, Ra. I trust the recent developments have given you and Eisheth no shortage of…"
"...Calamities, I think," Eisheth coughed, standing pigeon-toed, "calamities is what I'm going to call them. B-But I'm good, too! Thanks for asking, erm…"
"...We're off to Luna," Ra continued for her, "we're travelling back to the Pyramid."
Eris went to probe, but instead, looked. Ra felt the prying sight of those three Hive eyes piercing into his body, material or not. He stood once he realised shame was getting him nowhere, and saw before him someone else in need of help, again. It was the right thing to do, offering what he could.
"Is everything okay?"
"I find myself… Drifting," she said, using her free hand to stabilise against the ship's wall, "your soul burns far brighter than before, even among a sea of new and old Lights… It is difficult to centre myself in your presence."
Ra hummed, deep and low in his chest, feeling his cock rise in the sight of her. "If it's making you uncomfortable, we can try to suppress-"
"-N-No," Eris whispered, "it is why I sought you."
On her body, lit by that pale green light seeping from her eyes, Ra could see the trinkets from her teammates. Toland's notes, bound loose but held tight. Eriana's letters, from Wei Ning, clasped safely in a sealed container - recently accessed. Vell's mark, Sai's necklace, Omar's knives, bound together and kept close to Eris' side.
And - perhaps what scared Ra the most - a pouch.
One he and Eisheth used to collect the destroyed Ghosts of the First Crota Fireteam.
"Eris," Ra sighed, "Eris, I-"
"-I am sorry to abuse your good will," she huffed, "I can only imagine the weight upon your shoulders… And I would not burden you-"
"-You have never burdened me," he said, vulnerable and hurt, like she was. "Please. We… Ei and I were en route to…"
"...Dig up the past," Eisheth admitted, sliding back out of her Frame. "Resurrect the dead, once more. The Traveler, she's… Given Ra, given us a gift."
Realisation hit Eris. The power before her and the burning flame in her eyes was clear - it was a furnace, a crucible. Hot enough to forge and reforge Light itself. She was silent for a time, thinking about it. It changed her; it gave her a headache at the realisation of the Traveler's actions.
"My guess," Eisheth continued, "from what I've gathered, is that the Traveler is using Ra to… Bolster the troops on our side. Maybe as recompense for the Lucent Hive - we don't even know if she meant for the Light to even go to them as a whole, but-"
"-She has made herself clear," Eris nodded, "and has elected her Guardian. And if one is to believe every rumour they hear, then, her Breeder, as well."
She smiled at him, and he couldn't help but be bolstered by it, in turn. He'd overheard her final messages when she parted from the Leviathan - talks of allowing herself peace, freedom, a gift to herself after all she'd been through. Ra obliged, holding his hand out, approaching her slowly.
"My Light has made Ikora weak in the knees," he warned Eris, "and I'm willing to bet she described to the Hidden in detail what really happened last night…"
"...She spoke of love, actually," Eris whispered, laying the pouch in Ra's hand. His smile fell and his eyes went wide, heart pounding out of his chest. "A reason, perhaps, why the Traveler chose you so."
"Eris…" Ra uttered, opening the pouch and finding Brya. "...Ikora said that?"
"She spoke of how in that instant; in being bathed in Light, she felt as if she wholly understood the bond between Eisheth and you. Immersed herself in it. She describes it and the new Light flowing through her as a tether, Ra…"
Her hands were tight around his, pouring Brya's fragments into his palm, and assembling them loosely. Eisheth looked concerned, flattered, flustered, and flew in these emotions all the same, twisting her shell oddly as she peered at the broken Ghost before her.
"...That's why she was so scared, Ra," she mumbled, "we… All the feelings we had, all that attachment, all the years we've spent fighting together, it must've been like reliving the past few years, all at once…"
"...As if every emotion you'd felt for her was laid bare," Eris clarified, "Zavala, and Cayde, too. They are dealing with it in their own ways, coping quickly with the changes to their bodies… And they cope, in this way, for you."
Her face was inching close to his as she spoke, and it was all too soon that Ra took her lips in a kiss, savouring the moment. Eisheth gasped at the shimmering spike of Light to her shell and witnessed but a drop of saliva fall from their embrace, falling onto Brya. Eris was no stranger to the Light; but its absence had made her heart grow fonder, made her yearn for the kiss even as it was happening.
There was utility to it; perhaps her first thought upon meeting Ra, but that melted away in a sea of love. They were careful in their embrace, fingers locked gently 'round Brya's forming chassis, drinking the other's aura in. Eris found herself indulging in it, in that joy, not seeking immortality, but friendship.
She asked herself if it was right to bring an old companion back. If they had found peace. If Ghosts could find it, even among the Sea of Screams. Eris asked, aloud or not, is what I'm doing right?
And in looking into Ra's eyes, in kissing his soft, full lips, in meeting and bathing in his presence, she felt another question ask itself. Was it right to deny Brya a second chance, when the Ghost had given her so very many? She peered down as their spit dribbled, leaking liquid Light from Ra's lips, onto Brya's now-patched form.
Eris could feel Light returning to her. Stronger than when Crow had given her the Golden Gun again. Stronger than she ever was during her time as a Hunter. Tears began to well; real human drops of salt behind those wicked Hive eyes, as she broke from him.
"...My Queen will seek this," she warned, "seek the power behind you, Ra. She will… She will be misguided, perhaps seeking a means to restore U-Uldren Sov to life…"
"...I mean," Ra smiled at her again, stealing a whisper of a kiss from Eris' lips, "you could just not tell her, y'know. Keep this between us…"
A laugh. Not a foul cackle against the Nightmares that plagued the Leviathan, not an insane titter at the fabric of her mind being toyed with, but, a laugh. It made Ra's heart sing in joy, made him smile more.
"...I owe her much," Eris admitted. "I…"
Her words died as one of Ra's hands went to stroke her cheek. He brushed away that flowing stream of black hatred flowing from her eye, and simply held her. She was soft, felt so tender under his grasp. Ra pressed their bodies together then, tighter, until there was nothing but a breath between them, hot against the other's face.
"...You love her," Ra surmised, "and that's a beautiful thing. I can only hope that she knows this, and-"
"-H-H-Her thoughts are occupied by another," the Bane stuttered, flustered and reeling, focusing on her Ghost, "I… I simply hold admiration for Mara, Ra… The same I hold for you."
"Only admiration, hm?"
A blush on her cheeks. An honest to god blush from Eris Morn. She kissed him again; perhaps to silence the embarrassment at her own embarrassment, perhaps to say "I love you" without saying it. She thought on admitting it, what Ra actually, truly meant to her, but left it silent - showing it, instead.
Her kisses began to trail from his jaw as Brya began to animate, a flux to her shell and a twitch to her wings. Ra raised her as he held Eris still, motioning downwards. He looked briefly to Eisheth, and together they nodded, sighing once more.
"Sundance described pain when Cayde came back," Ra warned, "Sagira… The Hive had taken her as a tithe, in place of Osiris. We…"
"...We had to work to remove said tithe," Eisheth finished for him, flying close to Brya's shell. "But we've killed Crota. We've killed Oryx. We just have to…"
"...Use our hearts," Eris nodded, "not our minds, to break that tithe…"
Ra stroked her cheek again, and Eris gasped at the motion, eliciting a growling, growing heat from him. "Think of good memories. I don't want to hurt her."
A kiss. One to Ei, one to Eris, and a final one, to Brya's body. It was older; the Hate, but weaker for it, too. As if what was left was simply the ravages of time and mortality, and not the paracausal moral apathy of the Hive. It took more from him, but, Brya began to stir, flutter, at first, then fly, hovering and scanning Eris.
And she was Risen once more.
Brya was silent. In shock, perhaps alert at the smell of Hive. But she felt swarmed soon at the influx of mirth from Eris. Every good feeling they shared. Every hunt they went on. All the Ahamkara they slew, every second spent with Wei Ning, Eriana, and their Fireteam. Brya scanned, scanned everything around them so deeply and fully that Ra found it hard to breathe in her presence.
But she stopped, hovered in front of Eris, and cried.
They embraced one another as the Light came back to her. She felt it almost blasphemous, to have lived as a mortal for so long, to return to such a decadent well of power, but Eris tempered herself, instead weeping with joy as Brya came back to her. This was what the Light was for - and this is what the usage of Darkness had empowered her with - to resurrect and remember and to use her power for joy.
She hugged Ra, with Brya between them. She spoke but no words came out, and so Eris cried too, hanging onto his mighty frame and breathing him in as he held her back. Ra cradled her, cradled Brya so tenderly that he felt they might both break in his arms, and stroked Eris' back through her thick leathers.
"I… I can't… R-Ra… I…"
"...I love you, Eris."
She cried harder. Hugged him tighter, and breathed. Eris spent the minutes winding down as the crowds outside dissipated, leaving a gentle swathe of urban noise in the hangar. When the sun came out, fully, and shined in the Wanderwing, everything seemed right in their worlds.
And so she kissed him again.
"I am yours, Ra," she squeaked, voice cracking from crying. "I-"
He stopped her wandering hands, and sobered, distancing himself a tad. "-You owe me nothing."
"I have never been so sure of an oath in my life," Eris huffed, kissing him once, twice more. "I am yours, Ra. S-So… Please…"
Ra looked at the pair of Ghosts, the voyeurs, and smiled. He took grasp of Eris' hood, and slipped it off gently, raising the veil above her eyes. There he could see unbound into the Hive's gaze - a foul transplant - and into her. Beyond that trick of survival there laid a free joy in Eris' face, one that was bubbling at her lips.
He nibbled at them as her hair fell. Messy, tangled, jet-black locks framing her beautifully, the smell of her now free, teasing his nostrils. A fringe covered her eyes again, and Ra's heart thumped with anticipation, desire battling discipline. He unclasped and uncovered the memorabilia of her fireteam, and sat them alongside the Speaker's mask, leaving her to undress herself.
But ah, there his hands were, stopping her. Gentle, giant hands eclipsing hers.
"If you are mine," he purred, "then Eris, let me undress you."
She bit her lip. "A-As you wish."
Ra felt the Light surge within him. He unclasped her cuirass, and tossed it away, hoping she'd never have to wear it again. She stood a little straighter, but felt an awful heat dusting her cheeks as she failed to meet his gaze, mewling under his appraisal. Gone was the comfort of its weight, replaced instead with the comfort of Ra's Light.
Off slid her pauldrons, fashioned from Hive chitin. They cracked and crumbled as they touched the ground, pooling at Eris' feet. Left in her robes, Ra fiddled with her belt, and unbuckled it, letting slip a huff of air against her cheek. She recoiled, squirmed, and jittered under his touch, desperately trying to control herself.
His lips met hers, and she stopped, now combating the urge to strip herself.
"P-Please," she begged.
"Feel me," Ra commanded, "let me lather you in Light, be bathed in love, and… Be shielded by it."
He was an inferno now. Divine fire barely contained in the mould of a man. Eris felt her knees give out in his presence, but caught herself, sitting down atop the ship's only bunk. She eyed his pulsing prick, and dared to touch it, as he touched her. Ra growled. Appreciative, sure, but reigning in control of his body, daring not to just pound Eris senseless.
"Slow," he said. "Slower."
Eris nodded, not trusting her voice. As the heat from his hands darted past her bare shoulders, shuffling the robe off her, she felt a knot begin to twist in her core. Tighter, and tighter it pulled upon both ends, as he shuffled the dark thing off her arms. She felt colder, but only for a second, washed again in heat.
An undersuit. Ra saw it, and felt the tension snap between them, chuckling at her. She looked down at herself - down at the mounting mass of armour tossed across the ship, and shook her head at him. In that joy they met again, tasting the other, feeling their smiles crease across their cheeks.
Ra continued, unable to wipe the grin from his face, by stroking her shoulders. Tethered by fading straps, Eris gasped as he snapped them with ease, instantly covering her chest. Ra's rod jolted with the sight, and he simply breathed her in, shuddering. Buried beneath the earthy decay of the Hive, there was Eris. A tingling, laboured sweat building on her arms and chest, trickling down her legs.
As she panted, wiping it from her brow, Ra inhaled. Lording his presence, his Light, he took note of her scent, remembering it from there on out. It was the air of the old tower. A hint of burnt plastic, campfire meals. Unholy amounts of exertion that he was all too happy to reintroduce her to. A Hunter's life, hidden beneath her past.
Slowly, she lowered her arms, and there Ra laughed again, just hugging her. Eris gasped at the feeling, but clung to him quickly, seeking to steady herself again. A chest binding - common among Hunters - which he slowly unravelled. Ra heard the Ghosts near shriek in surprise as the fabric fell, and shared their gobsmacked gapes.
"Lie down."
Eris did, unable to even stare at him anymore. She could feel his lecherous gaze upon her nubile body. Layered with lean muscle, Ra's hands roamed across her body freely, doing away with her boots quickly. Eris Morn was all but bare before him. Every curve and fold and scar, every drop of sweat and little whimper of glee, was his.
He laid atop her, and brought one strong hand to stroke her pussy, through her undergarments. Her breasts splayed outwards, Ra laid his head between them and simply listened to her heartbeat, his free hand propping him up, stroking her hair. Eris mewled under him, squirming again in unadulterated bliss as he controlled her, loved her.
His head travelled, brushing against a tit and sucking on it, nibbling at her nipple. He was gentle, slow still, savouring what little sanity he had remaining. No longer could Ra control the urge to breed, and no longer could Eisheth halt the influx of Light flowing through her. It was there Eris saw the true might of Ra; and felt covered.
It overtook him, and poured from his cock in drooling drips. Fat globs of undiluted Light, burning hot and luminous in the cramped hold of the Wanderwing. Ra roared low and deep in his throat, and let pop the breast from his mouth, marvelling at Eris' beautiful form. Her pussy gushed as he slid downwards, tearing easily at her panties and tossing away the remnants.
There his tongue slipped, fucked her. Ra dug his hands into the soft of her thighs, and claimed her, tasting Eris Morn. He was intoxicated at the bitch-scent, her sheer submission, and their rapt audience, watching all the while. Eisheth went to slot herself back into her Frame, but he shot her a look, shaking his head.
"Ah-ah-ah~," he teased, cracking a grin at her, "if there's no armour for me, then there's certainly no Frame for you."
"B-But R-R-Ra-"
"-You will watch, Little Light. You will wait your turn. And you will clean us both, only when I say so."
"Y-Yes, Lord."
His eyes darted back to Eris, and she whimpered beneath him, moaning aloud as he dug back into her snatch. She felt that knot inside her twist, wrangle itself again and again. With every lick, thrust, lap of his tongue. With every kneading little wriggle his fingers rapped upon her legs. She felt it pull again, until the tension burnt through the threads and snapped.
Eris Morn came, arching her back and riding her love's face for all it was worth, hands digging into his scalp. Even with her eyes closed she could still sense his burning presence, penetrating her and prying into her form, her soul. It was a gentle warmth, a loving Light, her Guardian.
She felt her cunt twist and gnarl upon his tongue, as her thighs squished his head, soaking him in her essence. And when she'd reached her peak, when that knot fell flat in her stomach, Eris cried out in bliss, rubbing Ra's head gently. A loving look leered from the peak of her mons, and she beamed at him, giggling.
Ra pulled from her, and let drip saliva from his tongue, landing on her bush. He shifted himself upwards, and crooked her legs wide open, laying a hand on her chest. From it. pulsed Light - an empowerment - making her gasp again. Eris moaned, mewled deep in that orgasmic haze as Ra fucked her.
He was a Lord above her, her master and Breeder. He was her love, her Guardian, the man who saved her.
She was his. Lover, friend, commander, Bane, Ra's hand upon Eris' chest was a sign to them both.
"F-Fill me," she begged, "b-b-bathe me, in your Light~..."
Ra sang in rapture, smirking then. "...Hah… And so much more, Eris!"
He lifted her, gently, squat-fucking in a mating press. His cock parted her with ease, nethers gripping and grinding every vein of that prick. In and out the Ghosts watched - Lightcock sawing out of the Bane's box - mesmerised. They hovered, closer in, sitting upon their Guardians and witnessing.
"It's coming," Ra warned, "do you wish to be bred, Eris? Do you? Ah~, to walk like the Vanguard, all pumped and pregnant!?"
She cried. "Yes~! Oh, Ra~, a thousand times, y-y-yes!"
"Then beg! Beg with your body, with your Light, your words!"
Vwoosh went the warbling rock of Void energy, coursing through Eris' cunt. It lined her love canal, and she stared deeply at Brya, channelling that old magic as if it had never left her. Milking the Lightbreeder, she kissed her Ghost, and imagined the knot again, snap-twisting and twist-snapping all over again.
"Breed me~! Fill me, b-b-b-bathe me in your Light~!"
Ra obliged.
A bubbling, jet-squirting pump of cum sounded from within Eris' pussy. It flowed and overflowed so quickly that she felt herself burning in the sensation, that knot incinerating in a climactic cry. Ra roared inside her, body rigid as he married crotch to crotch, hip to hip. The Void drew him in and claimed his cum, Brya and Eris greedily devouring the seed.
Her belly bulged in a rapid, glowing swell - and Brya took note of it all, assimilated it all - shining bright as she witnessed Eris change. White. Gold. Red. As Ra pulled from her, slipped sloppily out the sopping snatch, he remained standing, smiling at her. Cum fired from that radiant rod, bursting forth in a pure shower of lust, near-burying the re-christened Risen.
"I…" She breathed, only just, catching that escaping breath. She hugged Brya close with one arm as she licked the landing laps of liquid Light from her lips. "I… See."
"Eris," Brya whispered, "y-y-your eyes… They're…"
White. No longer weeping. Ra's sperm marred her beautiful face, got stranded in her messy locks, and covered her tears. Her other free hand went to scoop the oodles oozing from his dick, tasting and tasting until she could swallow no more. Ra knelt, knees either side of her torso, and slid his still-hard meat between her breasts, tilting his head at her.
"Are you alright?"
Eris nodded. And blinked at him.
"What do you see?" Ra asked, stroking her cheek again, slipping a thumb in her mouth.
"Mmph," she moaned, pressing her tits together, savouring the throbbing thrum of his cock against her chest. "My love."
He leant down, then, to kiss her. They shared a half-lidded gaze as Ra appraised the changes to her body - curious. There remained her third eye; an open vision into the future. But beyond it now laid hope, not a cursed land and foul past. Gone were the endless black tears, replaced by wispy kisses of Light, escaping from pure, white eyes.
They peeled away from one another, laying their foreheads together, and just beamed in the other's energy.
"I'm going to fuck your ass, Eris," Ra said. "And then, before Eisheth licks us both clean… I'm going to fuck your throat. Do you think you can handle that?"
Oh no, Eris thought, there's that knot again. Her hands went to caress her belly, shocked at how it stretched outwards, at how much he truly filled her. And she stared back at Ra, at the sawing length between her overtook her - but the Light would provide the strength she needed.
"I can, Ra," she answered.
He nodded. Ra slipped that juice-stained fuckstick from the hunter's bust and lifted her legs back up in the air, propping her up with the bunk's pillow. He held a hand out to Eisheth, and in transmatted a bottle of lube, half-used. The Ghosts held their non-breaths as Ra slicked his cock with it, tossing it aside and taking grip of Eris' thighs again.
The Guardian's stopped and marvelled at the other for the moment. Ra, at the joyous, cum-drenched form of Eris Morn, and Eris, at the sun-kissed, sweat-glistened body of her love above. Ra teased himself inside her ass as he kept eye contact, shuddering with each push and pull her puckered hole gave. She opened, relaxed, loosened, and welcomed him so readily that he struggled not to cum instantly - beg she did!
One last push, and he was inside the ass of the Bane of the Swarm. So much of his Light was inside her - giving her a radiance that lit up the Wanderwing - and it simply felt right to him. Paf, paf, paf he went, gentle at first. Ass to groin his slippery cock clapped those chubby cheeks of hers, a shining monument to all hunter's asses.
It felt right to service it. To be sheathed inside one love of many and to imagine a future of limitless, carnal possibilities. In their gaze they must have shared something, must have resonated in that same debauched thought, for Eris' blsh darkened.
"M-M-My, ahn~, fireteam!" she cried. "I-I-I… I would… F-F-Fuck…"
"I will bring them back," Ra swore. "Leave Toland to the Ascendant Realm, and in his place bring back Wei Ning."
He gave Eris a firm slap on her butt, purring with delight at her squeal and the echoing impact of flesh.
"Y-Yes… Yes," Eris moaned, grinning again. "Wei Ning… I-I would…"
Ra leant down again, and pressed their chests together, breathing her in once more. Her breath died in her throat as his cock plummeted to a new depth in her asshole, threatening to break her. But he slowed himself, eyeing her sweetly. Eris kept stammering, smiling, almost unable to look him in the eye at the sheer debasement of her thought!
"...S-Submit them all to Ra?" Eisheth suggested. "The whole First Crota Fireteam!?"
Brya's gaze snapped to Eris, and Eris, to Eisheth. In that realisation, the Titan made one final push into the battered butthole of the Bane, and roared in release, eliciting a confession.
"Y-Yes!" Eris mewled. "B-Bring them back, bring them all back and f-fuck them, Ra! Eriana, Wei - have them buff your b-balls, fuck Sai's ass until she shatters, m-m-make Vell into a woman, and… And… Omar~!"
She erupted. Squirted a stream of liquid lust at Ra's groin, arching her back again as her insides flooded with white-hot Light. Ra humped as he pumped, sweat falling in beads against Eris' beautiful bod, salivating at the mere suggestion of fucking a fireteam. Seconds passed as they came down from that second high, and fell, Eris hugging her love tight to her body.
"He… Remains with you," she asked. "Doesn't he?"
"Omar never leaves my side," Ra answered. "Our Light together… We've taken down many Hive. I-I don't know if he'd be happy being turned into a woman, but-"
"-The… Choice, of course, would be theirs to make," she assured him, flustered at herself. "P-Perhaps I… I'm getting too ahead of myself. We do n-not yet know the limits of this new power…"
"You brought me back," Brya joked. "You could bring K-Karsys… B-But, Omar, he's still-"
"-Alive, in a way," Eisheth answered, sitting by Eris, staring up at Ra. "And if we could bring back Karsys, then maybe…"
"...We could bring Omar back as he was," Ra chuckled.
"...Then…"
The Titan shook his head, himself rowdy at the perversions of the Hunter beneath him. He withdrew his cock - Eris' ass begging not to let him go - with a thick, wet pop. He marvelled still at the moist, winking gape left in its place, cum firing out her hole and onto the bedroll, and leant upwards again.
"Your throat, Eris."
She beamed at him. "Is yours to use, my love."
Lolling her tongue out, opening her hot mouth, she wrapped her lips around the fat cock, and let him control her. Eris let her body hang loose as Ra invaded her throat, pushing inch after inch into her maw and letting her taste herself all over again. Covered in filth, both Guardians groaned aloud in the Wanderwing, a venerable haze of raw eros thick in the air.
Her throat was unlike her ass, her pussy - contracting, expanding, and built for him, designed to milk Light from him. That hot wet mess of her body was his to use, in every sense. Seeing her sweat-matted hair, her semen-drenched thighs, her bloated belly and her sheer happiness in this swirling miasma of love, well…
Ra was quick to cum again. It was a cyclical fulfilment of duty, using his newfound strength to share joy and Light and love, and to be strengthened by it, in turn. Her lips gripped greedily against his girth, gobbing up the errant loads that bellowed back out of her belly, gagging as he pulled from her.
She sat up, Eris did, and coughed, sputtering up more of a mess onto herself and gasping for air, back drenched in sweat. Together, they took a moment to sober up, and she let Ra catch her before she could fall in exhaustion, eyes on her old armour. He flipped them both, so that his back was on the soaked bedroll, and the Bane, atop him.
Drenched in sweat, cum, spit, and shame, the Guardians sighed, panting as the Light worked its magic in their bodies. Oodles oozed from the abused holes of Eris Morn, but she cared not, delirious with bliss and swimming in joy as Brya laid next to her, upon Ra's chest. Eisheth took a moment to sit with them, eagerly awaiting her Lord's next order, whistling at the building cum-puddle.
"...We may need to drain the ship before we take off," she warned.
"N-N-Nonsense," Eris laughed, "I will help you clean-"
"-That armour's not going anywhere on you again," Brya shivered. "Surely your new hunk here's got a spare set for a lady?"
"Bits and pieces I've gotten from Xur," Ra nodded. "Though, with your new Light, you could walk naked by my side and be impervious, Eris. I could show the system you belong to me."
"I would proudly declare it," she swore. "That my life, Light, heart and body belong only to you, Ra… E-Even before the Queen's court…"
His prick, still standing tall between Eris' asscheeks, squirted a rope of jizz onto her back at the idea of that. She squealed, laughed again, and sighed deeper in his embrace, blinking slowly to sleep.
"...A journey perhaps," she yawned, "we'll take it soon. I-I will remain by your side, Ra, upon Luna. A-After that…"
"...You could bring Mara Sov to him," Eisheth hollered. "Petra, too!"
"Assuming she hasn't already spoken to Cayde again," Ra chuckled. "Either way… Well, rest up. This morning, we rest, but by the night's end, we'll have the moon back."
Eris looked up to him, a sprinkle of fear in her eyes. "Do… Do you swear it, Ra?"
He grinned. Looked to her, to Eisheth, and to Brya, and felt so very sure of it. His drive to guard them, to shield his loves and protect them, was his single goal in life. If he could bring others back, guard them, too, then Ra knew they would succeed against the Darkness. How well, how hornily and completely they'd dominate it, he didn't know then.
"I swear," he said, hugging her tighter, "we will form Luna into a shield. Purge the Hive or corrupt them with our love - unite the Fallen and bring them into House Light - and banish the Vex. It will be ours, and it will guard Earth in totality."
She beamed at him. And so, it fed his strength.
(...)
A few hours had passed. The noon sun hung brightly over the Tower's walls, and Ra was torn roughly from his sleep by a rapping at his ship door.
"Chosen one, chosen one, I know you're in there," a familiar ragged tone said. "I just wanna talk about a few… Developments, is all!"
Ra eyed Eris carefully, and laid a sheet over her ears, rising from the bed. He stood, and trudged through the shin-high pond of Light-cum on the ship's floor.
"New lights may be blind to your glow, but you're lighting up like a firefly, brother! C'mon, just open up and we can talk about putting this power to good use!" The Drifter called out, damn-near punching the hull of the ship. "I swear it won't be another game of Gambit!"
"Drifter," Ra boomed, "do not open the ship's door. You will, and I am not exaggerating, be hit in the face with a tidal wave of cum."
Silence.
"The fuck are you talking about, brother?"
"Don't open the door, Drifter," Ra warned, looking down at a projection that Eisheth was showing him. "Ei says you're trying to break in. And if this is just some surreptitious method to get transformed like Zavala and Cayde-"
"-Me? Your old pal Drifter, gettin' girly? Now, I ain't no stranger to the fairer sex, brother - in fact - I've pondered them many a time back in the Dark Age. Let me tell ya, a hundred years or more of having your body shot, broken, bled out, cut up and disintegrated makes you really question everything about how we're made up."
"-Or you could just ask," Ra sighed, "and I'll share my Light with you."
"Guardians long abandon gender when all we do is die, die, die, for the big ball in the sky. Sure, I may call your brother, but I get around and I get to know how people like to be called. A sister is a sister no matter what she looks like, and a brother is a brother, all the same," he continued ranting.
"Drifter-"
"-I suppose what I'm trying to say is," Drifter sighed, "is that Zavala remains Zavala at the end of the day - even if she does have a bit of your cum on her face. Cayde, well, she's just incapable of being kicked off the horse. She's resilient like that."
"He's bypassed the locks, Ra," Eisheth warned, "he's coming in."
The loading ramp hissed with release, and before it fell, Ra could hear the Drifter sigh again.
"Despite all my warnings, despite everything I've put you through, you're there to lend me a hand," he hummed. "I say that being a good guy gets a bullseye on your back, and there you go, just reinforcing your back. I say that to get ahead of the competition, you gotta be willing to be selfish, but there you go, trouncing Gambit with damn teamwork like it's no one's business-"
"-Drifter-"
"-I know Moondust is there, too, hotshot," he said, giving the loading ramp door a good kick. "And this flimsy 'ole floodgate's holding back enough power to change the game."
"You know you'll be changed, Drifter," Ra warned again. "That I'll do to you what I did to the Vanguard."
"Brother," the Drifter chuckled, "I'm bankin' on it."
Then the ramp lowered.