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Thousands of images pass through his mind. Like a dream, but he was very much awake. These images were familiar, but not. Pieces of his memory were still intact, but not all of it made sense. There were also new memories if you could call them that. Things that he did not recognize, but he knew their names.
"These are your enemies. This is what threatens you and your home. This is what threatens all of humanity."
The words come from over his shoulder, but nothing is visible as he shifts his head to the side. The only thing he could see was the fire that did not burn, and the sand that spread over his open hands. He knew the names of these things and knew that he had seen them before, but doesn't remember how he got here, let alone who he is.
Hazel eyes disappear behind their lids, a shaking breath being given as he pushes back to sit on the back of his heels. Hands lift up, pulling close to his face as those hazel eyes reappear. The flickering fire casting light upon his face as he watches in awe, but it slowly begins to burn out, dimming the room around him.
"This fire is produced by you, it comes from within. To you, it will not harm. To others, it will consume."
The same voice, a different location and still no visible target to have made it. Was he going insane? He struggles internally with his memories. The ones more familiar to him are broken, as if someone had taken them, cut them into many small pieces, mixed them up and threw out a few before tossing them back in.
He had come here with someone, to find something that was very important. He studied the Egyptians for years, but could only remember small pieces of the actual history. He remembers pain, fear, and anger. Betrayal comes to mind, but he can't decipher why. He remembers dying, the struggle to breathe as he prayed to Gods that were not his own.
"Khepri..." Leaves the mans lips, the sound startling him before he realized that it was his own voice. "The Egyptian God of Rebirth, the Scarab God. I've... been reborn?"
"Correct. You've been chosen to wield the light. I have been searching for you for a very long time, Guardian."
"Guardian?"
"It is your title, as I do not know what you wish to be called."
"I-... I don't remember."
"Then I shall assist you with suggestions." Alas, the Ghost reveals itself. Hovering just feet away from the newly born Guardian, and studying him carefully with his single blue optic. "You seem quite knowledgeable of the Egyptians. Perhaps something that relates to them?"
"You... are a Ghost?" The images that were unfamiliar, with names to go with them. This object that appeared was one of them. Memories that were implanted? This device is to be his guide. Labeled as non-hostile.
"You are changing the subject, but yes. To put it correctly, I am your Ghost. Each Guardian has their own."
"There are more?"
"Yes, Guardian."
"Then do you have a name?"
"Technically, I do not." The Ghost's shell constricts around the central orb in confusion, his blue optic shifting back and forth between his Guardians questioning eyes.
"You put these memories in here?" The man lifts his hand to point at his head, watching carefully as the AI bobs once in the air as if to nod. "Then you are like a friend, but you have no name. May I name you, Ghost?"
"You may, so long as it is nothing insufferable. I may be an artificially intelligent machine, but that does not mean I am any less deserving of a-"
"Khepri." The interruption shuts the Ghost up quickly. "If these memories you've given me prove true, you are like the Egyptian God Khepri. The God of rebirth."
"That... is quite fitting Guardian. I will add it into my records at the tower. Now for yourself, what will you call yourself."
"Did I not have a name before?"
"New life, new name, a new beginning." Is Khepri's response.
"Very well." Replies the man, slowly pushing himself against the wall in an attempt to steady himself as he stands. "Mehki. I think it would be most suitable."
"Does that name have a specific meaning?"
"It does, but I would rather keep it to myself." Is Mehki's reply, a half grin curling at the corner of his lips.
"Now I almost don't want to know." The Ghost offers apprehensively, its shell shifting briefly before its single optic shifted to movement at the door.
Mehki catches this movement as well, hazel gaze shooting to the door half expecting to see one of these hideous creatures that the Ghost had implanted into his head. Instead, two well-rounded helmets peer at him from the door. The new Guardian sucks in air, eyes darting around for a potential escape.
"They are friendly, Mehki." Khepri is quick to announce. "The male is the Warlock Vanguard, the female is his apprentice. You will find those memories easily."
It was true, the word Vanguard brings forward three individuals. A Titan, a Hunter, and a Warlock. Saladin Forge, Andal Brask, and... Osiris. His hazel gaze whips back toward the door as one of the figures steps into the room, hands slowly lifting to place on the sides of their helmet and pulling it away with a swift movement. The male, this was Osiris. He was middle-aged, maybe late twenties or early thirties, and he bore an excited smile upon his lips.
"You should know very basic information about your current situation. I'm sure you already know who I am. You have no idea how thankful we are to have you here today, Guardian. What is your name?" Osiris hums with excitement, stopping a few paces away to get a good look at his newest Warlock.
"You are Osiris. You guide the Warlocks and stand in as their leader with your counsel. With the Hunter, and the Titan." Mehki replies with a nod. "This Ghost, Khepri, has shown me many things. That included. I'm Mehki."
"That is good. A normal procedure. Typically, you would be on your own until you reached the Tower, but you are in luck that we were around. Unfortunately, many new Guardians never make it home, the Darkness is as relentless as it ever has been. Going so far as to kill the newly reborn. We're here to make sure you make it home."
"Home?" Mehki asks curiously. The planted memories of the Tower resemble nothing of what he guessed home should be.
"Of course! Every Guardian starts out at the Tower. The home of the Guardians some call it. While you can live there, it isn't mandatory. Many Guardians choose to live within the Last City, or some even find a ship and call that home. It's all up to your personal preference, but everyone starts out on the tower. We can outfit you with weapons, armor, ships and more. Not to mention, food. You'll be feeling that hunger very soon."
"That makes a little more sense. I will see what will better accommodate my tastes once we get there. I don't remember much of who I was, other than I seemed to prefer being alone with my studies. As for food, I'm not too sure I'm worried about that at the moment." To be honest, Mehki didn't really feel like eating at the moment, but he was sure that he would soon enough. Especially if something delicious was placed directly in front of him. Though for now, he was mostly focusing on the fact that he should maybe be thankful that these two were here so that the Darkness didn't come to claim him again so soon.
"Very well, let us get going then." Osiris offers out his hand to the new Warlock now to assist in pulling him fully to his feet. "Come, I'll introduce you to my apprentice. Then we'll get back to the Transmat zone and get you to the Tower."
"Ikora, this is Mehki. Mehki, this is Ikora." Osiris is quick with the introduction as they two make for the door. The Warlock Vanguard keeps a keen eye on Mehki to simply ensure that he does not topple over or anything. "Sagira, can you please pull one of the sparrows from storage in? He will need some form of transportation if he is to keep up with us."
"It's a pleasure, Mehki." Is Ikora's only response, who hardly gives him more than a passing glance as she steps to the side to get ready to head out. Who could blame her though, sand has a habit of finding every place you didn't want it to go.
Mehki, who is unaccustomed to the fact that these two Guardians also had their own Ghost, glances around at the mention of a new name. Sagira was unfamiliar, as was Ikora. However, it seemed that Ikora was the only other being that was with them. That is until an unfamiliar sound reaches his ears and an object materializes off to the side. Hazel gaze widens for a moment, knees dropping a few centimeters as if he was prepared to bolt and run for the hills until the object is fully materialized. A few paces away sits a hovering craft, its shape something he was not familiar with.
"This is a sparrow. Motorized hovercraft that handles much like a motorcycle and jetski combined. I'll just let you have this one. Sagira, pass the link to his Ghost but allow them to store it on my ship until we get them situated with their own." Osiris turns his gaze to his shoulder where his own Ghost appears.
So, that is who Sagira is? The Ghost of Osiris? Interesting name, that's for sure. Mehki cant help but wonder what Ikora named hers, but he wasn't exactly keen on asking.
"I've received the link. Thank you." Khepri mentions, cutting through Mehki's train of thought. "Mehki, you'll find the controls fairly simple. Just keep up with them and they'll get us to the tower." The AI pauses briefly, before spinning around. "Right, nearly forgot your helmet. It's just a standard issue, nothing special, but try not to ding it up too badly by wrecking. I don't know if I'll find any more materials to forge another."
"Wait, helmet? How will I hear anyone?" Mehki huffs quickly, but he isn't given an answer before his view gets a few shades darker. The weight of the helmet isn't a lot, but it's enough that he knows its there without having to feel for it with his hands. However, its almost as if he isn't wearing one at all. There was no reduction in his view at all, aside from it blocking out some of the obnoxious sunlight. If anything, it enhanced his view. A visible radar was imprinted in the top left of what he was assuming was the visor screen, several items were listed in the bottom left corner, but they were greyed out as if they were not yet accessible. Khepri would likely explain those at a later time.
"Your helmet has a built-in radio to use for communication. I tune you into the radio frequency, and you're linked to whoever you wish to speak with. So long as that radio line isn't encrypted of course." Khepri chimes directly into the earpiece.
The sudden intrusion of words startles the new Guardian, but the only sign of that is a small flinch. Hazel gaze shifts over to Osiris, watching as the Vanguard pulls his own helmet over his head. Once it's situated, the older man lifts a single hand up to offer a thumb of approval before shifting through the sand to his own Sparrow that had just appeared.
"I'd like to ask some questions before we link in with Osiris and Ikora if that's okay?" Mehki asks sheepishly, shifting his weight over to the sparrow that Osiris had given him.
"That should be fine. I'll notify Osiris." There's a small pause, and just as Osiris sends a glance to Mehki the Ghost returns. "Done. Just keep up with them and you'll be fine."
"Okay."

Each of the Guardians load up onto their sparrows, but the two experienced riders wait for Mehki to get a handle on the hovercraft before daring to venture out. It wasn't that difficult to grasp and was pretty straightforward. Throttle to move, break to stop, handles to steer. It's at this time that Mehki notes that he can also hear the sounds around him, though the louder sounds are automatically dulled to prevent any sound leak into something important.
"This technology is far more advanced than anything I've seen before. I might not remember much, but I definitely don't remember hovering vehicles and this type of militarized armor. I've noticed it also has some form of temperature control? I can imagine it works wonders for cold, as well as this intense heat." Something about speaking to his Ghost made conversation a bit easier, but he couldn't grasp why.
"The Traveler brought many great things to your civilization when it first arrived. It is a shame that you couldn't see the Golden Age. I didn't see it either, to be honest, but my readings of your history mention that it was an amazing time to have lived." The Ghost pauses, moving to shift itself into the makeshift pack he had given Mehki before the group set off. "Things will get easier with time. All the images and names are there, you just need to be reminded. Plus, you have me. I'm like a floating talking encyclopedia."
That gains a small laugh from Mehki, who watches as Ikora and Osiris gesture for them to get moving. Time to see if he can actually keep himself centered on this thing. The three ease into the throttle and Mehki can feel their eyes on him to make sure that he didn't eat shit or run the sparrow nose first into the nearest sand dune, but they were pleasantly surprised to see that he was managing quite well. Soon enough, they were all flying across the desert with the throttle open wide.
"So, Khepri." Mehki starts, eyes scanning the dunes around them for a brief moment. "Why me? Of all the dead in this world, why me?"
"You have the spirit of a warrior. I have seen your last moments alive a thousand times over in what is like a dream to you. It's how we know who we're looking for. Where to look, and all of that lies in the background of what we see. Even in the darkest moment of your life, you chose to fight. You were willing to fight, and you still are. The light chose you, I chose you, and the Traveler approved."
"You'll tell me the story someday right? While I'm entirely curious to know, I have other questions I want to ask before I jump onto the com line with those two."
"Sure, just ask when you feel you're ready. It wouldn't be a pleasant story to tell right now anyway."
"Alright, that's a bit ominous. Next question. How do you bring in items, like Sagira bringing in the sparrow? It just appeared out of nowhere? How is that even possible?"
"Ah, that is called a transmat. I can do the same with you, but only at certain times to prevent potential dismemberment."
"Dismem-what?!"
"I'm kidding, relax." The Ghost lets out a surprisingly human sounding laugh before continuing. "It really is called a transmat. I can take any material and send it to a nearby location. However, the further the distance and greater the item the more likely there are to be some complications. I cannot, for example, transmat you to the Tower from here. It's quite the distance to be sending little particles of you to and expect there to be no interruptions. Just like I cant take this entire dune of sand to our left and transmat it to our right. Too large, and too many particles. Make a bit more sense?"
"Yeah, now I get it. Makes things a little easier on both ends. Kinda cool too." Mehki admits with a small chuckle. "I'm sure I'll have more questions eventually, but I'm pretty sure I should join the others now. Just in case they have anything important to tell me."
"Alright, linking you in now. Give it a moment." The Ghost responds, linking the channels with ease seconds later.
"So nice of you to join us. We're almost at the extraction point. We would have just gone from where you were revived, but your Ghost needs access to our ships to pull you as well." Osiris's voice floods the channel not even seconds later, his tone almost eager for conversation.
It made Mehki wonder if Ikora was just not much one for conversation, or if she had something against him personally. He wanted to ask but didn't feel like getting his head bitten off.
"It's alright. I just had some questions for my Ghost, and didn't want to bother you with them since it's likely you've heard it all before." Mehki offers, pulling his sparrow up on the left side of Osiris while Ikora kept on the right.
"It wouldn't have bothered me much, but Ikora can be a drag sometime." Osiris jokes, earning himself a crude gesture from the woman but a laugh from Mehki. "Regardless, this should be close enough. I'll have Sagira give the coordinates to your Ghost and we'll see you on board."
Well, that answered his previous question, it seemed Ikora was like him in a sense. Kept to herself unless needed, spoke when spoken to. Not necessarily a bad thing, but it did make her come off as a bitch. Maybe she was?
Each one of the Guardians let off the throttle to their sparrow, slowing the craft down with the break until they were all stationed beside one another. Mehki watches as each of them simply disappear, leaving their sparrows to drift to the sand before they too disappeared. It was quite frankly terrifying, but now that he knew what was happening, it didn't freak him out as much.
"Ready?" Khepri asks, already running the scan over his Guardian to accurately deposit him in Osiris's ship.
"No, but go for it." Is Mehki's response.
"Alright, refrain from moving if you can."
"Yep, got it, not moving." Mehki mumbles through partially closed lips, waiting for at least something to happen.
There was this sudden weightlessness that came over him, and upon realizing that he couldn't feel his limbs or body in general a sense of panic washed over him. This lasted a solid five seconds until the weightlessness gave way to the sense of falling. Teeth grit in his jaw to prevent from embarrassing himself with a yelp as his feet collide with solid ground seconds later. Not really expecting there to be floor there, he wasn't quite prepared for the landing. This causes his knees to give out, resulting in him falling forward and bracing himself with his hands on the floor. If that wasn't embarrassing enough, he could see the boots of another standing directly in front of him, which meant that someone had seen it all.
"The first transmat is always the worse. You never know what to expect, even if the process is explained in detail. You did well though. My first transmat resulted in me falling face first in the concrete at the tower." Osiris chuckles, stooping slightly to extend a hand to Mehki and assist him in standing.
"Glad to know I'm not the only one who fails at this." Is Mehki's response, visor tilting up slightly to catch sight of the offered hand. Without hesitation, Mehki places his own hand into Osiris's, his gloved digits wrapping around the underside of Osiris's palm so that he had a sturdy grip.
"There have been many. I'm sure each Guardian experiences it at least once." The man gives a strong pull, easing the newer Warlock to his feet before withdrawing his hand. "We'll arrive at the Tower within an hour or so. Feel free to have a seat on the cot over there. I prefer to pilot my own ship, and Ikora is piloting her own ship alongside us."
"Sure, I'll probably recount my thoughts, consider my future, and recall my memories while we wait. I'll keep quiet, but if you need me you know where I'll be." The Fireborn offers a small grin, not realizing that the motion was hidden behind his helmet. Without further words, he shifts his weight forward, headed for the cot that Osiris had pointed out. There's a long glance that is cast toward the Warlock vanguard, a deep sort of respect already forming for the man. Not to mention, an invisible bond that Osiris likely didn't even know existed due to his name and Mehki's fragmented memory of his past with the Egyptians.