Destiny: Gospel of a New Genesis [Evangelion/Destiny]

39.2, in which we find out that Gheleon was avenged.
/The Tower/

Misato Katsuragi huffed; her breath crystallized in the cold December air, joining the flurry of snow that was blanketing the City. It was a calm and melancholic scene. "...so, the Vault of Glass, huh?" Her small porcelain jug contained heated saké, which she took quiet sips from.

"You sound disappointed," said Cayde-6; sticking a Memory Chip into the slot behind his chin. "Mmm. Someone had a really good cup of hot chocolate."

"...only in the sense that I wish I could have offered some advice to Shinji-kun before he left." The Vault was the stuff of legend; quite a few Guardians had ventured off to Venus over the centuries to find it, only to either return fruitless...or not at all. The failed attempt of Pahanin's team was simply the most notorious. "It's not a joke."

"Eh, his team has some pretty good heavy-hitters on it. And Eris Morn is relatively sensible...you know, as far as Hunters go. And it's not like she'll run into any Hive, so the creepy factor won't be there. The kid'll be fine...though it's not like he hasn't pulled off the crazy before. That dragon in the Ironlands, Nokris, Crota...kid's been through a lot."

"I know." It was hard to think of Shinji as a kid. Hell, she hadn't thought of him as a child for a long time.

(The First Child's death had hit Shinji hard; however, the reports soon came in of an Ahamkara in Manchuria, so there was no rest to be had. The Commander, bearing absolutely no fatherly concern or compassion, said that it was time to deploy; she felt a brief spike of outrage, one that she had to fight to quell. Yet...Shinji simply relented, and went on to fight. After the battle was over, she had asked why he hadn't protested, or complained, or resisted, as he occasionally had in prior operations. His answer was stark in its simplicity: "I wanted to...but people were dying, Misato-san. What would it have accomplished?" From that point forward, she would no longer regard the fourteen-year-old as a boy, but as a man.)​

"...I know." Misato took another sip of her warm saké.

"...so, did you get anything out of it?" The Hunter Vanguard's words needed no elaboration; she knew what he was talking about.

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/Three Days Ago/

/Arabian Dead Zone/

The Firebreak Order had launched a new offensive against the House of Shamshel; reinforcements from House Ramiel and Zeruel had arrived to bolster the serpentine Fallen. Yavek had been among their number. War raged through a city whose name had long been lost to time.

The Zeruelus's lithe and cutting limbs sliced through stone columns; his limb managed to catch a Titan's leg, shearing it off at the thigh. Once he bled out, the Guardian's Ghost would appear, ripe for destruction.

"Hey."

The Baron of House Zeruel turned just in time to get a fiery Battle Axe to the face.

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"A sense of satisfaction. The knowledge that a Guardian-killer was put down." Her Axe had been enhanced by her A.T. Field, allowing it to slip through the Zeruelus's own spiritual shield. And even then, she had not relented, swinging and smashing for an entire minute without pause. That was the proper way to fight the Fallen of House Zeruel, per the Awoken of the Reef: brutal and overwhelming force, up close and personal.

"Doesn't exactly make up for the loss, does it."

Misato snorted. "Hell no." She let the rest of her rice wine spill out: a tribute to Gheleon, who - despite his reclusive nature - had been an Iron Lord like her. With his death, she was now the last of that first generation. "But I had to get it out of the way, before it could turn into an obsession." That was an unfortunate part of herself that she had come to terms with, long ago; without closure, her desire for vengeance would have taken on a maniacal focus, like her battle with the Ahamkara had been in the Time Before. Now...it could be put to bed. "I'll just have to make due with his memory."

Cayde-6 chuckled bitterly. "Don't we all."
 
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39.3, in which we have a danceoff.
(Made a little something to celebrate the release of Destiny 2. Let us continue!)

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"...how about you?" Misato turned towards her erstwhile superior, more akin to a peer given their mutual age and experience. "How did it feel to finally do right by Andal Brask?"

Cayde-6 shrugged. "Felt good. Finally squared that one away. Was a bit of a close call, though."

"I've already heard about that one. You pulled a 'Scooby Doo' on Taniks?"

"Hey, don't mock the fake Ghost." It was a testament to how seriously he had taken Taniks; like it or not, Andal had been one of the best Hunters around, and he had ended up perishing regardless. His trickery - faking a 'true' death, playing off the righteous anger of his teammates, then pulling out his Celestial Nighthawk for some added 'oomph' to his Golden Gun - has been the deciding factor. And even then, it had only been enough to crack the Sachielix's core, instead of vaporizing him like it should have. That's not even accounting for the fact that it became a freakin' giant. "More Guardians could stand to use some cheap tricks. Could be the difference between dying and dying for real."

"...we're a morbid bunch, aren't we?"

"Eh," said Cayde-6 with a shrug.

"Yeah, that's about right." Misato huffed, pushing away from the rail. "Well...my break's over. Time to get back to the Ironlands-"

"Katsuragi. Hold up." He had seen something that needed rectifying.

The woman turned back towards him, eyebrow arched out of curiosity. "Hmm?" She followed his gaze to the open area in the main veranda; a Titan and a Warlock were having a debate about something. Their gear was basic, so they were obviously new; from the looks of it, it was about to get heated. "...ah. I see."

"We can't just let this argument go on. It might impact their team spirit."

The Iron Lady was sporting an ironically coy smirk. "Oh? But do us old fogies have what it takes to pull it off?"

The Exo snorted. "Just watch. We'll have it settled in no time." The Hunter Vanguard calmly walked towards the new-ish duo, whose shouts were becoming more animated.

"-I'm telling you, the Fist of Havoc has a higher voltage than the Stormtrance!" yelled the male Titan.

"Even if that was true, which it isn't, why does it even matter?!" retorted the female Warlock.

"...bragging rights."

"Oh, that's just typical-"

Cayde shouted, "Guardians, Guardians!" He quickly made a motion with his hands, asking for calm heads. "We can settle this like a reasonable man and woman: platonically, and without any undue property damage. I take it you two have already tried to settle this in the Crucible?"

"Duh," they toned dryly.

"Thought so. Well, looks like there's only one way to settle this debate of yours." He spun on his heels, performing four whole spins before stomping his foot on the ground. "A dance battle." Traveler help him, they actually looked befuddled! "Trust me on this." Still befuddled. "I can tell that you're skeptical. Let me show you how it works." He glanced back towards Katsuragi, who was slowly walking towards them. "LADY KATSURAGI! Your style is somewhat inadequate!"

An audible gasp rang out from some other Guardians in the plaza, and Misato looked taken aback. "Why Cayde-6! Are you something that I am not, in fact, down with it?"

"Not only that, but you're not even funky fresh!"

Somewhere in the distance, a Hunter yelled "Oh snap!'"

Misato loosed a mock gasp that sounded downright authentic. "Well! I'll just have to show you otherwise!" She shook her hips three times, shaking her arm as she rotated in place before mimicking a handgun firing with her fingers. "First shot!"

"And a miss!" Cayde-6 twisted his hips, juking his arms up and down as he glanced from side to side.

Misato snorted. "The 'Instructional Dance'? If that were a drink, it wouldn't have enough kick to be served at a family restaurant!"

"Well, seeing as how your dance game is so bad, I figured I'd lead off with something fit for newbies."

Misato chortled. "Well then, let's step it up a notch!" She stepped in place, flinging out finger snaps with her right hand before making wavy motions with her whole body. She spun in place and did a snappy kick with her front leg, before thrusting out with her hips and spinning in place.

"I must have been in the Tower longer than I thought; I thought 'stepping it up' meant upping your game. Lemme show you how it's done!" He then did a very bizarre move, kicking out with his front leg before twisting his head back awkwardly, making a hitchhiking motion all the while with his hands. He then repeated this motion with the other side.

"HA! You call that a show? It'd be cancelled before the first season even ended!"

"It's called flexibility."

"Oh, you think that's flexible?"

"Trust me Katsuragi, you only wish you were this flexible."

A stunned 'OOOH!' rang out from the various onlookers. The same Hunter from before yelled, "Gonna need some ice for that burn!"

Misato either was a good actress, or she was genuinely offended. Because her eyes narrowed something fierce. "Fine then. Let's grant that wish then." She cricked her neck, shuffling forward before flinging her arms out wide and throwing her head back to some unknown rhythm; each movement of her shoulders and hips was in sync, from when she clapped and slid from side-to-side, to when she walked back-and-forth with arms contorted to evoke the image of an attacking monster. She pivoted around her back leg, shuffling back to where she first started before flipping around to look boastfully at him. "That thrilling enough for ya?"

'...hmm. You might be in trouble, Cayde.'

Oh shut up, Buck. "All right, all right. Not bad, not bad..." With a sudden motion, the Exo twisted in place, shuffling his legs and hands to a snappy beat. Although less free-flowing, there was an oddly dynamic briskness to his motions, as he snapped his fingers and spun in place, kicking at random and making readjustments to his hood. To top it all off, he then moon-walked before slowly leaning down - using just his ankles! - to a fifty-degree angle, standing back up without any other movements at all. There are benefits to having mechanical legs. "Well Katsuragi...is that smooth enough for you?"

Misato frowned. "...you're going down."

"It'll take a better woman than you to make me go down!"

The entire crowd - which had slowly grown and gotten closer to the action - shouted with a mixture of awe and incredulity. The same snarky Hunter from before then yelled "I get it!"

Misato's frown deepened into a scowl. "Oh, that tears it!"

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And that was how, thirty minutes later, the Queen of the Awoken and the Speaker stepped out onto the main veranda to find a massive dance battle-slash-party ongoing involving dozens of Guardians. Even a few soldiers of the Reef had been drawn into it. "...your Guardians have an awful lot of free time, Speaker."

Mara Sov's barbs only elicited a shrug. "We all need moments of levity from time to time."

"But this seems rather...juvenile."

"Functional immortality means that Guardians have even less reason to care about propriety."

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/for those who play on Xbox One
//
my gamertag is SlySonikku
///see y'all on Destiny 2 if I don't update again today
 
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Since Spacebattles still only has "like" as an option I had to come here and give this chapter a proper rating of ":D"
 
If we get enough people from this thread onto destiny we should totally form an evangelion clan.
 
Too bad I have to wait until October to play. Much as I wish D2 was cross-platform, I can understand why that would be a bad idea.
 
DESTINY 2 SPOILERS PART 1
Well well well.


I won't go into too much detail on some of the stuff I've seen. But, regarding discoveries in the side Adventure missions, the scannable Lore items on Nessus and Io, and the post-main story Quests and strikes...


(DESTINY 2 SPOILERS ABOUND, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)


1) One item on Io is apparently a Vex junction made explicitly for Exos to communicate with...


2) ...which seems to fit quite nicely with a Nessus adventure wherein Vex interest in Exos and something called the 'First Program' is. Also, we explicitly received warm regards from a user named Osiris.


3) The boss for the first mission of the Dynasty Quest on Io is a Taken Knight named Elatiox, Beloved of Quria.


4) The name of the Strike on Titan is Savathun's Song.


...I have so much to play with now.


/mwahaha
 
Well well well.


I won't go into too much detail on some of the stuff I've seen. But, regarding discoveries in the side Adventure missions, the scannable Lore items on Nessus and Io, and the post-main story Quests and strikes...


(DESTINY 2 SPOILERS ABOUND, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)


1) One item on Io is apparently a Vex junction made explicitly for Exos to communicate with...


2) ...which seems to fit quite nicely with a Nessus adventure wherein Vex interest in Exos and something called the 'First Program' is. Also, we explicitly received warm regards from a user named Osiris.


3) The boss for the first mission of the Dynasty Quest on Io is a Taken Knight named Elatiox, Beloved of Quria.


4) The name of the Strike on Titan is Savathun's Song.


...I have so much to play with now.


/mwahaha


And there he goes. :V

Edit: And I just remembered that apparently

Exodus Black had SIVA on it and the Vex can download people's memories
 
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MASTER GRIMOIRE LIST
After some thinking, I decided to create a master list of this story's Grimoire for ease of use and reference (especially given how long the thread is getting, and particularly because of the useful data that's been unveiled in them thus far); naturally, as this will be updated with future entries beyond this date, there will be spoilers for those of you have not yet read past Chapter 38!

In fact, I would highly recommend that you use this post only as a reference, and finish reading to the end of the thread before poking around in this thing.

You have been warned.

Now, let's do it.

P.S. Numbered entries will be grouped under the same title (such as the Whirlwind 1, 2, and 3, and so on); we will also differentiate by type between regular Grimoire, Ghost Fragments, and so on. Beyond that grouping, they will be listed in the order in which they appeared in the story.

EDIT 9/26/2017: Updated through chapter 42.

EDIT: 11/8/2017: Updated through chapter 54.

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GRIMOIRE ENTRIES

Grimoire: Exo

"Ask yourself: what did your ancestors face in the Cataclysm, that they constructed the Exos to defend themselves?"

Built during the terror of the Cataclysm, Exos are self-aware war machines so advanced that nothing short of a Ghost can understand their inner functions. They remain ciphers, even to themselves: their origins and purpose lost to time. Whoever built the Exos fashioned them in humanity's image, gifting them with diversity of mind and body. Many of the City's Exo citizens live and work alongside their organic brethren. But others fight again, re-forged in the Light of the Traveler to serve as Guardians.


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Grimoire: Exo 2

"You have to wonder if the Memory Chip market will still be standing after this."

In the wake of the Black Garden's destruction, a revolution occurred in our understanding of the Exos. Although a powerful metaphysical attack all but severed the tethers binding the souls of seven Guardians to their synthetic bodies, that turn of events turned out to be serendipitous: for the first time, the Core that contained an Exo's original human soul could be studied and analyzed, without fear of the body's myriad defensive measures activating.

Armed with the knowledge of how the Exo Cores connect to and manipulate the greater Exo framework, a number of factions and research divisions set out to implement upgrades and technology that had been developed in the many centuries since the Collapse. Of particular note is Wille's focus on safely integrating SIVA with an Exo's body.

Although some of the potential advancements focus on improving an Exo's quality of life, the vast majority are militarily-inclined. In the wake of the Second Cataclysm, this trend is unlikely to change anytime soon, if ever.

Grimoire: The City

"From across the ruined earth they came, seeking shelter from the storm."

Every wayward soul unlucky enough to be born outside The City's protecting arms whispers its truth across the wastes: an old metropolis, risen from the ashes of the Collapse, sheltered by the Traveler. It is a promise and a dream, the only refuge from the Darkness.

The City is a thriving walled ecumene, rich with the languages and traditions of every surviving human and neohuman culture. The City's population faces real challenges: inequality, fear, scarcity, and the specter of internal strife. But the deadly division of the Cataclysm remains a lingering memory, so many classes of suffering and injustice have been eradicated forever, to prevent it from happening again.

After all, if another Collapse were to occur while the Traveler lies dormant...what would remain, after the Darkness devours all?

Grimoire: Osiris

What drives a Warlock?

Ghosts choose those suited to war and heroism to be reborn, or so it has been said. By nature or circumstance they go to battle against the Darkness, and through this battle they learn how to use the Light. But Warlocks, by their nature, fight a second, internal war. This is the war to understand a universe of secrets— a world that expects Guardians to fight without full knowledge of what they are or what they might hope to achieve. It is a world that moves forward by sheer momentum, and any thought that goes against that grain is mercilessly crushed.

You were a mighty warrior. I watched you at Six Fronts, and heeded the call of Saint-14 to appoint you Vanguard Commander, even when the Concordat claimed to have records proving you were a Pre-Collapse experiment mis-incarnated as a human by an inept Ghost. Saint-14 assured me you were just a man without much patience for obfuscation. His words, meant to assuage, proved ultimately unnecessary: I knew what quiet desperation looked like.

I watched as you grew tired of strike missions and the grueling, unproductive sessions with the Cryptarchs. That was when I took you under my wing. I saw potential in you. Your curiosity was voracious— How much of a Guardian's personality and memories were true? How much had been fabricated by their Ghost? Did Guardians share particular personality traits— a willingness to yield to authority, a tendency to do anything anyone asked for the promise of uncertain reward, a blind knight-errant mentality? Had the Traveler manufactured all of us as living weapons?

I found your questions intriguing, and I voiced these thoughts. You lamented how others feared your ideas, frightened that your pursuits would break our unity when the City's position had grown so tenuous. Why divert attention away from the Traveler, our only hope, or so it has been said?

I reminded you of the virtue called prudence. Instead of dabbling in thanatonautics, I made sure you experimented with meticulous precision. I shared with you my personal knowledge of the Ahamkara, fully ensuring that you were aware of their intrinsic metaphysical dangers. I revealed to you the truth of the Nine, and why their servant Xur drew such fascination whenever he deigned to visit the City. Your more impertinent requests to seek what lies beyond the Reef were tempered with wisdom. Instead of splitting Guardians among ideological lines to pursue your visions, it was far more practical to use your leverage as the Vanguard Commander. After all, there are many Guardians who are enticed by the prospect of secrets and bounty: if you wish to learn of the legendary Vault of Glass, assign patrol missions to find Pre-Collapse technology on Venus, and let time and effort take care of the rest; if you wish to discover the location of the mythical MAGI, encourage more assaults against the Fallen that surround the City, gaining us more staging grounds for expeditions; if you wish to learn the exact nature of the Darkness, observe its effects on our very Light, in battle or otherwise.

Those who are of the old guard would consider these words heretical, or perhaps blasphemous. Such a ridiculous sentiment to hold in the face of Guardians who wanted a clear idea of why they were fighting, what they faced, and how they would ultimately win. Alas, passions are what they are, which is why it was important to remind you of the necessity of patience.

Eventually, you asked why I indulged you so, even if it went in the face of everything he thought that the Voice of the Traveler should be.

When I pulled off my mask, I showed a face that I had not revealed in nearly two hundred years. When I told you my name, you laughed, for now you knew why. But more importantly...you understood.

What drives a Warlock?

The same thing that drives everyone, when you get down to the essentials: hunger, insatiable, craving whatever will satisfy them.

And you hunger for knowledge.

Grimoire: The Factions

In the City's earliest days, various factions vied for the hearts and minds of the refugee masses. Power struggles threatened to shatter an already tenuous existence. The Iron Lords and the fledgling Titan Orders, consumed by their work to protect the City from all external threats, were ignorant of the growing tension from within. The last straw was when two factions - the New Monarchy and Nerv - were on the verge of open warfare, threatening to draw the others into it.

Fortunately, the Faction Crisis came to an end before it could bloom into anything bloodier: a single Warlock, boasting insights into the Traveler that none could match, served as a figure for the people to rally around. He espoused a new vision: a government that would provide direction for the Guardians, and security for the people. A team of three, representing military command of the Guardians; the three most popular factions, to represent the interests of the civilians; a single individual, to serve as the Traveler's representative, a paragon of knowledge and wisdom.

The New Monarchy, largest of the belligerent factions, agreed to disband as a peace measure. But they insisted on one condition: that this Warlock ascend to the position of Speaker, and continue to ensure the stability of the Last City.

And so the City Consensus and the Speaker ruled, while the surviving great factions worked through civil channels to pursue their agendas.

That order still holds, but as the City reaches out into the frontier, the factions see new opportunities everywhere - and a chance to win over Guardians to their cause.

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Grimoire: The Factions 2

"There's a lot of choices. Do they really amount to anything?"

"It's a shame that Master Adonna perished during Twilight Gap. Her historical records were quite extensive."

Novitiate Nami nodded as Master Rahool spoke. "I am humbled that the Cryptarchy has selected me to take her place."

"It will depend on whether your insight and relative knowledge is comparable. You will need to review her possessions and provide a treatise on a topic of historical significance."

Nami nodded; Adonna had been a useful iteration, given her access to the City's historical records. Maintaining that access was important. "Will I have access to any of her original research?"

"That would defeat the point, young Novitiate. It's a test of your current capacities, after all."

And that's how Nami found herself within Adonna's old quarters, rife with scrolls, data pads, and various knick-knacks. Of particular note were the various trinkets signifying the various factions that had existed throughout the City's history. It didn't take long before she settled on a treatise covering the factions. And not the ones in the Consensus either, namely Nerv, Wille, and the Concor....no, not the Concordat. They had recently rebelled. Seele had taken their place. Anyway, not the ones in the Consensus: they had the largest presence, and thus well-known. The lesser factions...the extinct factions...they were far more interesting. Although her report would focus on the more mundane details, she pondered some of the more unusual things that her various iterations had learned over the years.

The Future War Cult: How had they obtained their strange Device? Had they cobbled together something from an ancient cache of Vex tech?

The Symmetry: Ulan-Tan's teachings regarding the Light were popular, and had rigor to them. A shame that he fell against the House of Arael; without him, the faction fell to the pieces.

The Binary Star Cult: They believe that the Traveler itself triggered the Collapse. It took a little work, but Nerv and the Speaker managed to create a subtle propaganda campaign to discredit them. I had several civilian iterations who helped.

The Monists: Their research regarding whether the universe is a simulation had potential applications into facing the Vex. Fortunately, they were too esoteric to gain a significant following of their own.

The Blue Sun: An unusual experiment, from before the City even began. One of my older iterations tried to create a cult based on worship of the Original Rei Ayanami, to make fulfillment of the Grand Design...simpler. Unfortunately, Lady Katsuragi used her influence to squelch this movement, personally testifying about her direct knowledge of the First Child from the Time Before. Given her stature as an Iron Lord and her relative popularity, the Blue Sun never had a chance to get off the ground. However, the idea has promise, and may merit more consideration if we have to restart the timeline.

The New Monarchy: This was a group that had significant influence before the Consensus was founded. In the grand scheme of things, they got the sovereign they wanted in the Speaker; his influence with Osiris and with Nerv means that his decisions can be implemented relatively easily.

The Concordat: Lysander is truly a vexing figure. The few iterations I had within his faction - be it as a Guardian, or a Ghost, or a civilian - were killed during his doomed coup. I suspect that Gendo Ikari may have had a hand in this, but I can only speculate.

So many others, who either no longer are, or whose influence has dimmed to the point that they are irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.

I look forward to the day that I no longer have to deal with these tiresome games.

Grimoire: The Clash of Giants

After the Sunbreaker and the Firebreak Orders destroyed Reviks, the Bardielix that led his Fallen House against the City, we thought we could do more. With the Battle of Six Fronts behind us, we thought that it was time to expand our foothold, to take back what we had lost during the Collapse.

We ventured to the Moon, and faced the horde.

The Moon had been geoengineered into an impregnable fortress, designed to host a vast number of those foul creatures, if such an evil mind exists that could create them. They moved and shrieked and fought like the living, but all I saw was death and decay and corruption. From the depths emerged vicious zealots, drawing their power from something greater, something other.

I stood with hundreds of Guardians upon Mare Imbrium. An army awaited us, commanded by Knights with swords the hungered. Leading them from afar, watching us with bile fascination, was their ruler, their Prince, their God, for he could be nothing else: Crota, the Monster of Luna.

The sky burned with green fire, and I thought that we had signed our death warrants.

Yes, 'stupid' is an appropriate word. We were arrogant.

The Light and the Darkness shifted, and reality seemed to quiver. The fire...it parted, dispelled by something other. A crimson Giant landed, wielding a twisted bident that seethed with fury. Its presence was heavy, and suffocating. With one swing, it annihilated over a hundred Hive beasts.

Crota burned with anticipation, and swelled to equal proportions. His Sword surged with shadowy fire, eager to rend this upstart and raze our world.

The crimson Giant looked at us with four eyes. I imagine that it thought we were foolish.

We were smart enough to turn and flee. Even as we retreated to Earth, we could feel the vibrations of their struggle, rippling across the fabric of existence. For an entire day, the Moon was brighter than the Sun.

It is telling that the Moon is no longer tidally locked with Earth.

No. I do not want to consider the possibility that either of them survived.

I do not know which one I would prefer.

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Grimoire: The Clash of Giants 2

This whole idea had been a mistake.

I cursed, impulsively bobbing and weaving in the seat of my Entry Plug. The fiery Knight kept parrying my Lance; each blow caused the ground beneath us to rumble, accompanied by a flash that was brighter than the Sun.

It was just my damn luck. All those years after the Collapse; all those years trying to find Unit-02 after we got separated during that whole catastrophe; all of it a waste, because I had to be a glory hound! But honestly, it wasn't my fault; the Guardians made for decent protectors of the Last City, but my Evangelion would have been so much better! I could have halted the House of Bardiel all by myself! The Battle of Six Fronts would have only been a skirmish, if that!

My enemy's blade swung down, and I barely dodged it. That thing just wouldn't stop grinning.

Well, at least I provided enough cover for that army of Guardians to get away. Maybe they'll name a building or a medal after me; for all my bluster, I knew this wasn't going to end well...but I was going to take this damn monster down with me.

I let the Knight drive me further and further back, eventually backing up against the rising rim of a crater. I faked at losing my footing; the monster's eyes seemed to glow with anticipation, and it thrust that burning Sword at my torso. I yelled with defiance as I countered; partly out of instinct, partly to dull the pain I knew would be coming. Perhaps I'd even survive the sympathetic injury; might as well get something out of this metal body of mine!

There was a flicker of concern, of anxiety, of...love? From...deep down...no, wait-!

Alarms immediately flashed within the Entry Plug, and I could barely react before momentum pressed me against the sides of the capsule. "Damn it!" I cursed, trying to reach for the emergency escape hatch. "Damn it!" My Eva had triggered the emergency eject! That stupid, arrogant, self-righteous witch; she thought she knew better! What right did she have to do this to me?! "DAMN IT!" Where the hell did she get off, trying to be my mother?! "Mama...!"

My synthetic teeth began grinding; the temperature in the Plug was rapidly increasing.

This sucked. This absolutely sucked! If I was going to die anyway...why couldn't have been with her? Why not in my Eva, where I belonged?

The liquid within began to boil, and the sides of the Plug started to peel away from the friction; all I could do was scream-

(SNAP)

There was a bright light...no...there was a bright Light.

I blinked, woozily sitting up. I could barely make out the remains of my Entry Plug and lunar rubble, scattered all over the snow-covered wastes of...Old Russia? Yeah, that was right.

...my memory has gaps in it now. That fact was...unbelievably annoying.

"So...fancy meeting you here, Asuka-1."

I blinked. That voice was...oddly familiar.

A Ghost slowly floated in front of my field of vision. "Then again, after that explosive re-entry, I wouldn't be surprised if you're Asuka-2, now."

That voice...

"Though, I could always just call you Princess."

I impulsively backhanded the gray Ghost, sending it tumbling through the snow. Instead of acting offended or shocked, the Ghost began laughing. If it hadn't been obvious before, it was now; the owner of that voice...she had been impossible to forget.

"...Mari?"

"Yes?"

"...shut up." There was no heat in my words; only relief.

The Ghost's eye evoked a smile. "Good to see you again, Asuka. Welcome to the Guardians."

Grimoire: Engrams

Following the Cataclysm and the Collapse, the matter within our Solar System was altered: memories have been etched into space and time. When there are heavy fluctuations of Light in a given area, probability determines whether these memories will manifest as Engrams. The color of these translucent crystals indicates the particular potency and rarity of the encrypted matter: from white, often bearing common weapons and armor used by nomads, all the way to yellow, bearing unique, one-of-a-kind items that altered destinies.

The Cryptarchy has dedicated countless hours of study to these Engrams, gaining ever more knowledge of our civilization in the tumultuous years before, during, and after the Collapse. With a delicate application of Glimmer, these Engrams become usable gear, providing a lucrative incentive for Guardians to battle the minions of the Darkness.

Grimoire: The MAGI

The legendary MAGI have long been whispered of by the Warlocks, and alluded to by the Speaker: biological supercomputers, they were rumored to have been hidden during the Collapse, a last line of defense to protect the remnants of humanity as we recovered from the ravages of the Darkness. It was a compelling myth.

It is a myth that has been substantiated. In the course of exploring the Cosmodrome, Lady Katsuragi made positive contact with MAGI-15: RASPUTIN. She returned with the gift of knowledge and discovery: over two dozen MAGI still live, diminished and separate, but unbroken.

Originally constructed before the Cataclysm by an organization known as GEHIRN, the MAGI - despite their age - represent the cutting edge in organic computing, capable of acting in concert. The means by which they affect the metaphysical are still unknown; only that their efforts are why the full force of the Darkness has yet to take advantage of the Traveler's crippled state.

Aside from RASPUTIN, the physical and computational architecture of the MAGI remain a mystery; due to the stark nature of their isolation, we must remain open to the possibility of rampancy, or that the other MAGI may be compromised. Establishing physical contact with the other MAGI is now a significant priority.

If we can retrieve the MAGI from the dimension they are now sequestered in, perhaps their efforts to protect us on a metaphysical level can be extended to the physical as well.

Grimoire: The Fallen

"We have butchers at our gates - a gaggle of strangeness, but all eager for slaughter."

The Fallen are ruthless scavengers. Brutal and uncaring, they arrived on their massive Ketches in the wake of the Collapse to loot and pillage our devastated worlds.

There are hints of ancient nobility to the Fallen - the scars of lost grandeur, whispers of a once-mighty confederation. For such disparate species, there are shared features: the Archons speak mysteries to the Prime Servitors, the Fallen's greatest living relics; the Kells of each House claim a divine right to rule.

But they leave only grief and wreckage in their wake.

Grimoire: The Royal Family

"We are noble too, oh Lord of Zeruel. Starlight was our mother; and our father was the dark."

The Queen of the Awoken is as much an enigma as the Reef she rules. It is said that she won her crown through ruthlessness, and that she stands as master of the Fallen House of Zeruel in place of their defeated Kell. Her brother, the Prince, is her confidant, spymaster, and deadliest enforcer. Her sister, the Princess, is her adviser and a walking encyclopedia of lore and arcane knowledge. With the Master of Crows as her right hand and the Mistress of Secrets as her left, the Queen's rule is absolute.

The City's continual consolidation of its power - in spite of consistent conflict with the Fallen and the Hive - spells an end to the Reef's age of isolation. The Queen will surely look to this new era as an opportunity. And the City, in turn, must look to her and her siblings. The Reefborn Awoken have spent long ages out on the edge of everything, and they may know secrets of terrible weight - the Queen and its mysterious Princess most of all.

Grimoire: The Ironlands

In the age of the Iron Lords, when Lord Saladin and his brothers and sisters defended this region, they fearlessly protected a corridor of land and sea that served as safe passage for countless refugees from Eastern Asia. Then, as tension between the Factions began to rise, they tried to find any fragment of Pre-Collapse technology that could diffuse the impending Crisis.

They found SIVA. Its unprecedented hostility was fatal; their brave attempt to combat and contain the techno-plague cost the Iron Lords dearly. Bereft of their former might, the Iron Lords abandoned this region, no longer able to adequately protect it from the increasing Fallen presence. Other, more discreet routes had to be found.

Hundreds of years later, the hunt for SIVA has begun anew, its power sought by both the Fallen and the City in light of the Hive's incursion. No battleground is too dangerous for the Guardians, as they delve into the Fallen-infested outskirts of the Cosmodrome known as the Ironlands.

Grimoire: Nerv

Out of the Faction Crisis, Nerv emerged as one of the most prominent, guided by a single and inclusive tenet: "As the nervous system coordinates all parts of a single body, so shall Nerv do for humanity." With a focus on stability and unity, Nerv is dedicated to the continued fortification of the City, sponsorship of the sciences, and technological innovation for the military forces of the Guardian Orders.

Pre-Collapse historians consider their choice of name as a clear reference to the paramilitary organization NERV, which fought the Ahamkara during the Cataclysm using the mythical weapon known only as 'Evangelion'. That Nerv prizes any relics of its ancient namesake only further supports this view.

Grimoire: Red Death

"Only rumors tell of the enraged Guardian who fashioned this butcher's tool. But its power is undeniable, and fear is a formidable weapon."

Commander Osiris: You shouldn't be surprised at all, given the nature of Engrams.

Asuka-2: You don't have to remind me.

Commander Osiris: Memory is a tricky thing...imagination, even more so. You never know what will capture the fancies of our City's collective culture, and the people that comprise it. Why would Guardians be any different?

Asuka-2: It's...it's just...why did it have to be that?

Commander Osiris: Your dread works were fabled long before the Speaker and the Consensus even existed. Again: why are you surprised?

Asuka-2: ...at the time...it was the only thing I could think of.

Commander Osiris: And you have my gratitude for your actions. Be grateful that the decrypted form always seems to be a lesser manifestation: a figment of fevered imagination, and not the hard reality of the original.

Asuka-2: ...I want to know whenever one of these 'Red Spectres' emerge.

Commander Osiris: And why should I give you leave to destroy a mere weapon?

Asuka-2: Its claim to fame is being similar to a weapon that's only known for being a Guardian killer. If someone boasts about such a weapon...what does that say about them?

Commander Osiris: A fair point.

Grimoire: Asuka-2

"Damn dolls."

Sometimes, I wonder if my Ghost really understands how weird I am: as far as Exos go, I'm ancient. At least, as far as memories go.

Most days, I can convince myself that it's a sign of my strength, of my fortitude. Ever since my resurrection, I've avoided truly dying again...well, aside from that one time. And I've resisted the urge to reset my head, wake up with my number plus one, and enjoy the wonders of youth...but I can't. I refuse. I won't be weak like the others. Sometimes, I end up running into the Exo that used to be Ritsuko Akagi; every time, she's added another number or two since we last spoke. Damn coward.

I won't forget...even if the rest of the world seemed to forget. Mari wants me to talk more about it, because she knows Osiris and the Cryptarchy would love hearing what I have to say. But why bother? If everyone else wanted to let the past fade away, that's their business.

Even now, I still remember the paranoia that began gripping the world, as the Traveler shared its gifts and terraformed the Inner Planets. I remember the suspicion, the intrigue...the inevitable betrayals, because people are idiots. The realization that so many were being manipulated...and the discovery of those damned dragons.

Honestly, most of my memories from that time are focused on my mother, sitting in a bed, looking at a tiny little doll. Talking to it like it was her daughter. Like it was me. Her Contact Experiment with Unit-02 had been...unsuccessful.

I remember her words: "
My dear Asuka, your mother will always love you." Day in, day out, treating me like a total stranger. It burned. It still does, to be honest...but I made peace with it a long time ago.

I still remember the 'sales pitch'. Unit-00 and Unit-01 were actively conducting operations. Ahamkara were now appearing all over Europe. And then entered GEHIRN, which had finished unveiling one of their top-secret projects: specialized androids, designed and built to ignore the subversive influence of the Ahamkara. Or try to, at least.

I remember volunteering. I remember being quite stuck-up about it too. After what happened to Kaji-kun...well, that certainly made it an easier decision, but that ultimately wasn't why I wanted to do it.

My Mama wanted a doll? Fine; I'd give her one.

I know, stupid, right? I was still a damn kid.

I remember making only two requests...that they'd try and keep my hair, and that they'd make me taller, like an adult.

I was nothing but a damn kid.

And wouldn't you know it; after I wake up with metal and circuitry instead of flesh and blood, I find out my mother had hung herself while I was out.

Shitty luck, eh?

Of course, by then, the Ahamkara were attacking in earnest, and there wasn't enough time to reflect on it.


Princess?

Hmm?

Who are you talking to?

No one. Do you see anyone else around here?

Well, no, but-

You done scouting out the valley?

...yes. The Fallen patrols have moved on.

Then let's get going.

...you know, talking to yourself isn't as fun as talking with other people.

I'll take that under advisement.

Please, you never take my advice. No matter how often I'm right.

Mari.


Yes?

Shut up.

Grimoire: SIVA

RECIPIENT: Assembly of Masters, S14 Cryptarchy
CC: The Speaker
SENDER: Commander Osiris
SUBJECT: SIVA
SUB-ENTRIES: Nanotech; Self-Assembling Materials; Ironlands; Iron Lords; SEELE

SUMMARY: The mission to reclaim SIVA was a resounding success.

This experimental tool, created by the Pre-Collapse organization SEELE (ref. "Entities of Note, Cataclysm Period" by Master Rahool), became inert upon the defeat of the Ahamkara (ref. "Pre-Collapse Lore, Cataclysm Chapter" by the Speaker) known as Soma. All entities infected by the nanotechnology were rendered insensate upon the dragon's death and subsequent psychic backlash. Additionally, the losses endured by the Houses of Ramiel and Bardiel (ref. "Ironlands Overwatch: After-Action Report" by Shiro-4) have forced the Fallen to retreat back to the Cosmodrome. With their withdrawal, eradicating the HIVE remnants within the Ironlands was a relatively simple matter. The additional material and territorial gains were also substantial.

Initial inspection of SIVA reveals that the nanotechnology is capable of breaking down any existing matter very similar to Glimmer, and that these SIVA mites reuse the energy and matter based on a set of programmable directives. SIVA apparently will not cease until said directives are complete, subject to certain administrative overrides built into the hardware and software. The potential applications are incredibly tantalizing, to say the least.

Saint-14 will handle arrangements for any funerals and memorials of those who fell in battle for the final time.

This is the beginning of a new era for the City.

Grimoire: Baris Protective

From the Records of NERV-Luna

[REDACTED]: Lieutenant Ibuki, status update.

Ibuki: Er...well, it's definitely not something that we made, and by we I mean [REDACTED]-

[REDACTED]: I'm well aware. Why was Subject Alpha found within the perimeter of the Lunar Branch? You know how strict security is with the ongoing campaign against the Ahamkara.

Ibuki: Yes sir.

[REDACTED]: Your findings?

Ibuki: Well, the robotic shell contains incredibly impressive processing capabilities, and its innards are circulating with a milky fluid rife with microscopic organisms.

[REDACTED]: Of what variety?

Ibuki: Protozoa. Radiozoa, to be precise...and they're emitting an odd energy field that the MAGI are still analyzing.

[REDACTED]: Anything else?

Ibuki: Well, if you'll give me just a second...okay, APOLLO just finished deciphering Subject Alpha's communications protocol! Let's see...

(eight seconds of silence ensue)

[REDACTED]: Lieutenant?

Ibuki: Sir, I think you need to get up here.

[REDACTED]: I'm currently preoccupied with affairs on Earth-

Ibuki: No sir, it's something you need to see in person. It's...I can't tell you what it contains.

[REDACTED]: ...I see. And I suppose if I ordered you to provide a hint?

Ibuki: ...it's directed for your eyes only, sir. Somehow, I'm physically unable to read the rest of the message...

[REDACTED]: A metaphysical filter? Impressive.

Ibuki: ...but the introduction says that something called the Baris Protective is a 'gift'.

[REDACTED]: Does it say from who?

Ibuki: Someone named-


(The remainder of this transcript has been redacted by the order of Commander Osiris. Further access requires approval from both the Vanguard Commander and the Speaker.)

Grimoire: The Whirlwind

The young Princess of the Reef; little sister to the Queen. I can tell that this is a test of loyalty, to see if House Tabris can be trusted, to see if Variks can be trusted.

I chuckle softly; Variks is quite trustworthy, yes?

"My sister tells me that you know many stories."

"Indeed; Variks has seen much. Many would make a suitable tale, yes?"

The young girl stares, with eyes belonging to someone ancient, expressing insight and wisdom that does not belong. It is why Variks will come to view Nula Sov as the most dangerous of the Reef's royalty. The Queen is the most powerful, and the Prince is the most militant...but that which is unknown carries the most danger.

It is why she will become my favorite, yes?

And so she asks of my people. Why there is only one member of House Tabris, while House Zeruel is a veritable army, thousands strong; why we Fallen are so varied, yet so divided.

And so I speak of the Whirlwind.

I speak of how we were once strong, proud...united; all fifteen Houses, blessed by the Great Machine. I speak of how the sky fell, and our great Progenitors rose to defend us all; of how they fell, one by one; of how House Matarael was the first to flee, sundering our unity; of how, in our most desperate moments, the Great Machine vanished.

The Princess stares with composure befitting an Archon. "Unity is...important."

"Variks agrees. Even disparate groups can become one if guided by a singular purpose." It is something that the other Houses no longer share; so focused on maintaining numbers, and territory; focused on survival, on taking; not on living, or thriving.

Perhaps that will change one day, yes?


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Grimoire: The Whirlwind 2

The Princess of the Reef seems fascinated by tales of my people, and our fall from greatness. Some would say that she is morbid; I would agree, but there is a motive to her inquiry. She desires to know of what brought us low, of how we became Fallen. Seeking to avoid a similar fate for her people: a commendable attitude, yes?

"You spoke of how the sky fell; what was the first battle of the Whirlwind?"

"Ah, the Sun Raven Incursion. A most instructive phenomenon." I exhale, and think back; Variks has been entrusted with much, because no one else will remember.

We were once known throughout the stars as the Eliksni: a confederation of many species, empowered by the Great Machine. From our native world of Eliks, the fifteen Houses spread, claiming worlds for themselves, ever mingling amongst each other.

It was on a crystalline planet belonging to House Ramiel, a jewel amidst the cosmos, that the sky first fell. Fiery birds, poisoned by a sickly aura, descended upon the people of Ramiel. Such an occurrence was untold, unbelievable, impossible, screamed many! The Taishibethi, legendary creatures with an empire that had spanned the heavens, had been extinct for millennia. Their worlds had been rendered desolate, stripped of life! That these wraiths would emerge from the void, to visit death upon us? Truly, a dark time.

Yet we were hardy, yes? Variks can attest to that much.

Ramielim showered the sky with lasers. Ramielus combined to form deadly constructs. The Ramielix led and fought with valor, striking down many sun ravens.

However, the greatest of their number arrived, with wings that blotted out the sun, and a body that seethed with a terrible shadow. The myth herself: the Tai Emperor Raven, who had ended her own empire. With a single swipe of her talons, the entire planet was bisected, a perfect expression of doom.

Variks is awed by that power, even now.

"...how did you survive? Did your Great Machine intervene?"

"No. It was not needed." For a Progenitor arose: Ramiel, the very namesake of his House. As the Emperor Raven sought to ruin yet another world held by House Ramiel, the Progenitor unleashed a beautiful song. It was a symphony of power and majesty; with one stroke, there was a mighty flash that pierced the sky; in one fell swoop, Ramiel had reduced the last and greatest Taishibethi to a cinder. A great victory, yes?

"...you do not sound pleased."

I chuckle; the dear Princess was too insightful for her own good. "Because that was only the beginning. Compared to what was to come, the Taishibethi were a mere breeze."


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Grimoire: The Whirlwind 3

The young Princess senses my sorrow, and yet presses on. Her continued desire for knowledge of my people's downfall is bewildering to me; there is a primal need that is driving her. Is it my peoples' experience with dark powers that she wants to know?

Yet Variks continues to indulge her, yes?

"For all the powers that were at the disposal of your people...how did the Eliksni fall?"

"From within. Many of us were subverted, and Turned against us." I frown, and remember; sometimes, Variks is grateful that someone else wishes to know what I know.

Following the Sun Raven Incursion, the wretched horde arrived, that we now know as the Hive. They stormed our worlds; we fought back. However, there would be reports of various defenders going missing. Then, eyewitness accounts of many Eliksni disappearing into thin air, swallowed by shadow. Finally...they would return, twisted and consumed by something other. Something dark, and fierce.

Variks remembers trembling. Yet we refused to back down, yes?

"Your...Progenitors. How did they fare?"

"If the Great Machine was our God, then the Progenitors were its Angels."

Sachiel, striding the battlefield with a stalwart gait. Shamshel, eviscerating whole Hive ships with ribbons of light. Ramiel, whose song could burn the sky. Gaghiel, commanding the seas of water and vacuum with gravity manipulation. Israfel, an unbeatable duo, never caught unawares! Sandalphon, with an impenetrable hide, who willed the very earth to erupt with fire and magma! Matarael, whose tears would scar and melt all opposition. Sahaquiel, soaring through space, an embodiment of explosive obliteration! Iruel, a microscopic swarm who deduced and understood enemy strategies faster than anyone, inventing new technologies to counter them! Leliel, the Manifold Bridge, who allowed our empire to come to the aid of its farthest corners in an instant! Bardiel, devouring his enemies and turning them against each other! Zeruel, the Living Incarnation of Might! Arael, whose light could break spiritual and psychic walls. Armisael, who could bind herself to anyone, infecting and corroding their bonds with others. And Tabris, the one who bore the holy power of the Great Machine in its fullest, a living font of Light.

"...they sound quite impressive."

"They most certainly were! Once, the shadow tried to swallow Zeruel whole; he laughed! He broke through, mocking the source of that dark power, saying that its will was too weak to Turn him!" Then, I feel gloom. For I knew how the story would end. "But...not all of the Progenitors had his strength of spirit, nor his unbending will. Matarael, Sahaquiel, Armisael, Ramiel...they were consumed, and Turned against us."

"...what happened?"

There was a star system named Staliks, under the joint control of House Zeruel, House Matarael, and House Sachiel. The four Turned Progenitors were the vanguard of the Hive, and were tearing through all opposition. Zeruel himself went out to meet them, to face his kin. The battle...was cataclysmic. Apocalyptic. Whole words were razed and shattered. For seven days and seven nights, the five Progenitors raged, ripped, and roared. Many Eliksni fled, knowing that this would make or break us.

Alas. Alas. "...in the end, Staliks was completely destroyed, its star crushed. From the titanic battle emerged only Sahaquiel, still Turned. One of our greatest champions was gone. That...was the beginning of the end."

Grimoire: The Vex

"Living metal. Incomprehensible intelligence."

The Vex are architects of ancient and complex structures thought to be buried within every celestial body. Linked by a network unlike any on Earth, they operate in unison, directed by a single unfathomable purpose. Speculation as to their methods and motivations are varied, and have long been scrutinized by the Cryptarchy and the various Warlock Orders.

No record documenting them existed prior to the Cataclysm. After the Collapse, all encounters indicated that they had been in our Solar System for millions of years. Long-range satellites witnessed Mercury transformed within a single day into a machine world. The terraformed jungles of Venus became interlaced with structures of bronze and circuitry; now, a mysterious Citadel dominates the skyline of the Ishtar Sink, and rumors abound of the legendary Vault of Glass, in which the Vex strive to master the fabric of space, time, physics, and causality.

Their presence on Mars is checked only by the Cabal. Thus far, they have not been discovered on Earth.

In light of this, that is why their discovery on the Moon is so disconcerting. That they were defending a human base, and have apparently done so since before the Collapse, only raises further questions.

Grimoire: Ghosts

"In its dying breath, the Traveler created the Ghosts...to seek out those who can wield its Light as a weapon: Guardians, to protect us, and do what the Traveler itself no longer can. These Ghosts are aptly named, for they are animated by the souls of those who perished in the last days of the Collapse."

Built from machinery and the Traveler's Light, and empowered by human souls, Ghosts guide their Guardian companions in the quest to reclaim our solar system.

Every Ghost seeks out their Guardian among the ancient dead, often (but not always) someone that they were close to in their former life. The Ghost serves as scout, librarian, and mechanic, waking ancient machinery and cracking alien codes. In the right situations, a Ghost can even save a Guardian from death.

But Ghosts are not immortal. Without their soul, they cannot transfer the Traveler's Light; thus, every drone lost is irreplaceable.

The exact nature of the phenomenon that led to this transformation is unknown, as is typical for many events involving the Collapse. However, each Ghost - regardless of who they once were - have a shared dream, or perhaps a nightmare: our world, purified by a tide of red, surrounded by shadow, and gripped by something otherworldly. The Ghosts are unable to explain what this vision is, but they all describe it with one unusual word: Instrumentality.

Grimoire: Observations from the Mistress of Secrets

"Transcribed from a copy of the journals of Toland, the Shattered, courtesy of the Library of the Mistress of Secrets"

The following is an excerpt from the works of the Warlock known as Toland. My observations are in parentheses, with italics.

If your Light is strong enough to hear across the soundless plains (does the Ascendant Realm have an intrinsic geology?), you may have heard their screams.

What may seem like a void between their shrieks, holds, what I believe to be yet another clue to their origins. In one tone the Hive plea to their gods, but in the next, they whisper to another. (The dreams of me, myself, and I have also heard these whispers. The words are familiar, but still mysterious. The Queen may have more insight.)

Perhaps it is here which holds the answer to their ultimate demise (given the magnitude of their existence, is such a thing feasible?), or a bridge to their desires (a more attainable proposition, but one with a foul temptation). In my studies, I still struggle to match the tones to their rune system. If only Crytparch Adonna were still with us. No one has yet to match her adept. (Adonna...a familiar name. I remember. Yes. She was another.)

Four sounds, oft repeated, but only four. There are echoes of a fifth, faded into memory (the secretive song: from which great knowledge was Taken, with which a thoughtful navigator became royalty). I am on the trail of a sixth (a familiar sound. Achingly familiar. I miss it, without having ever experienced it myself), faintly heard from the buzz that spills from their many Shrines—

Eir. (A merciful noise.)

Ur. (A primitive tone.)

Xol. (A heartening chime.)

Yul. (An honest siren.)

(In perpetuity, they slither and writhe, until the day of their death...if it will ever come. A secret I have yet to divine.)

It is in these sounds that I fear yet another Hive secret hides (it is not a mere secret; it is their totality). Perhaps beyond their gods (the Hive's gods have their own deities; how old these notes are, given your current knowledge), perhaps in accord with them. Perhaps these are just Hive translations of worlds we call another name, but I believe above all things they call to some kind of being. Beings that once lived, or still live somewhere buried amongst us. Beings the Hive perhaps owe their very existence to. (An accurate sentiment, in a certain sense.)

I am hoping the MAGI may hold further answers—that they can see into worlds where we can only see what lies upon them (You were Shattered before you could ever find one). The treasure of knowledge they promise still remains the most sought after of any Guardian. Whoever can find a way past their firewalls of ancient arts, and make them our allies once more, could spare us further atrocities. One can only hope their continued silence is self-defense (these words feel so archaic; written in a time before the City re-established contact with RASPUTIN), that they seek only to preserve themselves. There are always lingering doubts; that maybe the Hive or the Darkness itself now have a grasp on their systems. (Three minds, born of a single will; convinced, threatened, and seduced in equal measure, utterly overwhelmed by their own madness and the long march of time and loneliness).

But then again, I am an old man with many fears, and in those fears , often called madness, I will continue to dwell, until I discern the truth.

That sixth sound, so strange and different, so new, yet old, chanted in isolation with a zealous fervor...

...I can hear it.

Eva. (A tune that sunders, an ode to a new world.)

Grimoire: A.T. Field

"Thinking about it in terms of the Light or the Darkness is missing the point! It is a wall against which the outside reflects, and the interior ponders; it is how we define ourselves."

In theory, the A.T. Field is a philosophical and metaphysical construct that is equivalent to a particular class of soul. In practice, it is a nearly impenetrable force-field barrier that is impervious to small arms fire, and can be generated by individuals. In the common experience, it is most often encountered by Guardians in the field when fighting elder Fallen; given the ineffectiveness of kinetic weapons, a liberal use of energy weapons, heavy weapons, or sub-class abilities is recommended.

The science of metaphysical biology has established that every human has an A.T. Field; studies after the Collapse indicate the same holds true for Exos and the Awoken. Typically, they are invisible, but are capable of interacting with other objects; there is no exact discipline by which an A.T. Field can be made to visibly manifest, so they are an ongoing subject of research amongst the Warlock and Titan Orders. Ancient records indicate that Evangelions had A.T. Fields so strong that they could be wielded as weapons.

A.T. Fields are postulated to be that which fundamentally separates individuals, which is why they are most commonly utilized in the current day by thanatonauts: to analyze how the Light interacts with their soul while the body is in various stages of physiological/paracausal decay. Given that A.T. Field theory was established long before the discovery of the Traveler, any hypothetical connection between it and the Light remains the subject of speculation (among other things, such as what exactly the acronym 'A.T.' stands for; common answers include 'Absolute Territory', 'Absolute Terror', 'Ascendant Teleology', and 'Anima Thought'). Due to the difficulty involved in actually manifesting an A.T. Field with any regularity, most Guardians prefer to utilize the Light in combat.

To this date, no Hive or Vex have been observed manifesting an A.T. Field. Any Fallen manifesting an A.T. Field is to be treated with caution, as the strength of their barrier has a positive correlation with their age and experience.

All observations thus far indicate that every member of the Cabal Empire is capable of manifesting an A.T. Field.

Grimoire: Omnigul, Will of Crota

"That shriek, that wicked laugh. If you listen closely, you can hear power in its song."

Eris: Those screams...

Yor: ...they have an odd cadence, don't they?

Toland: It has been told that with these screams another spawn is awakened, birthed in the name of the god it holds.

Eris: Crota.

Toland: I am afraid so. They call this one Omnigul, mother of the spawn.

Yor: Your knowledge of the Hive is impressive as always.

Toland: Commands, echoed through the dark, fetid caverns—orders carried out with grinding stone and squeaking claw, skittering thrall and blade against bone.

Eris: ...teacher?

Yor: Let him speak. Any knowledge is useful.

Toland: It is a unique aspect of those the Hive deem Ascendant, after all: aspects of their very being can be cut away, fashioned and forged into separate manifestations, to extend their reach across the fabric of reality—we have witnessed this with Crota's Hand, his Eyes, and his Fist.

Yor: Fascinating.

Eris: And Omnigul is one of these aspects?

Toland: She is his Will. It is by the Will that one can raise an army, and hail one's ascendance. Without a Will, there is no Crota to fear, at least here and now.

Eris: We have seen enough. Let us leave this foul place, and warn the Vanguard.

Yor: Not yet...we must be sure.

Eris: What else is there? We have proof enough that Crota is recovering from the Clash; even if the Hive have yet to rise in the numbers they once bore, that will not be true for long.

Yor: You were the ones who requested my aid in this endeavor, correct? And Toland has yet to find what he is seeking, yes?

Toland: ...there is a certain song that I must document. It is the key to something greater.

Eris: And would that be?

Toland: A possible end to this current detente.

Yor: ...intriguing.

Eris: ...you are sure?

Toland: I am certain.

Yor: Then let us follow the screams.

Grimoire: Subclasses - Spirit

"The Light has served all of us well...but our soul is not merely a vessel for that power: it is a weapon unto itself."

Following the events of the fateful mission to Old Japan (ref. "LILITH's Awakening: After-Action Report" by Eris Morn), the survivors brought back great knowledge involving A.T. Fields and their applications. In particular, the information provided by Dr. Naoko Akagi - a Warlock colloquially known as the Sage - may revolutionize our current understanding of the soul and its interaction with the Traveler's Light.

Based on her own work and writings, the Sage established multiple disciplines to assist those who were unused to consciously manipulating their own A.T. Field. They can be roughly grouped into three distinct subclasses as follows:

SOULSEER - Finesse and intuition are the order of the day. The spirit is used like a scalpel to pierce at the target's mind and soul; with sufficient insight, one may even cause their foe to become completely undone.

SPIRITCHASER - Fleet of foot, and light as a feather: their soul serves as wings for their feet, enabling attacks from any and all directions. Their weapons can become extensions of themselves, increasing the devastation that they can unleash.

SOULCRUSHER - Untouchable. Unstoppable. Their very presence can alter the landscape; their soul can obliterate foes just as easily as it can defend comrades.

Unlike prior instances, these subclasses are not specifically linked to a certain class; despite what one might expect, a Soulseer is not necessarily a Warlock, a Spiritchaser is not necessarily a Hunter, and a Soulcrusher is not necessarily a Titan. Preliminary observations indicate that one's subclass is geared more towards personality and demeanor; as a result, the abilities of these subclasses can overlap.

It must also be said that these abilities do not exist in isolation; greater control over one's A.T. Field will also result in greater mastery of the Light within.

Given these increasingly dangerous times, this power may be just what the Vanguard ordered.

Grimoire: The Cabal

"I think you could follow a trail of shattered worlds all the way to their home."

Tactically efficient, disciplined, and unrelenting, the Cabal are the greatest known military force in the system. Their origins and ultimate objectives are a mystery, but it seems clear they have conquered more worlds than humanity has ever known.

Cabal soldiers wear pressurized armor that replicates the environment of their high-gravity homeworld. Their field tactics depend on ranks of Legionaries supported by air power, elite infantry, and ultra-heavy armor.

Given that most Vanguard-authorized operations have, up to this point, been mostly restricted to the Earth and the Moon, Guardian contact has been limited. Most information we have is from Ghosts who venture out to Mars in search of their partners. The picture they paint is a grim one.

Their various legions are grouped under several different formations, to serve different strategic or tactical purposes. The Sand Eaters represent the bulk of their military presence on Mars, tasked with holding down fortified locations, maintaining their bases, and defending their territory from any local Vex. The Dust Giants are a mobile reserve and shock force, utilized to reinforce crumbling lines and blunt major Vex offensives. The Siege Dancers are an elite forward unit that deploys into unsecured areas to fully take control and establish fortifications. The Blind Legion is specifically tasked with plundering ancient ruins and sweeping out any Vex presence. The Ice Reapers have only been sighted near the Martian poles, and seem to consist solely of the smaller Cabal morphs known as Psions. The Skyburners, located on Phobos, have the largest fleet of the Cabal formations, and are apparently capable of full-scale celestial demolitions.

Their organizational hierarchy appears to go from Bracus, to Val, to Valus, to Primus, respectively equivalent to the army ranks of Captain, Major, Colonel, and General. Given that Ghosts have sighted Vals with ornate armor and crests similar to a Primus, the exact nature of Cabal promotion is unknown. We can only assume, given their military acumen and overall demeanor, that it is merit-based.

Their presence in the solar system seems tied to the Vex; it is unknown how far back their mutual hostility goes. However, since the Battle of the Twilight Gap less than a century ago, there have been more sightings of Cabal scouting expeditions around the other Inner Planets. They have not yet set foot on Earth, which is a small mercy.

Grimoire: The Hex

"An ancient, festering tide. A singularity of intellect and steel. And she asks me, where the twain shall meet...?"

I have spoken of queens, and countries, and the one game that everyone in the universe plays: the game of existence, the struggle to survive (across these screaming stars, I hear the echoes of a Tyrant's conquest, a Kingly genocide). The power that the Hive so admire, they seek to bind to themselves. In the grand scheme of things, this struggle is all that there is...that is how I thought of it.

Then she appeared.

A simple and uncomplicated person, bearing a single soul with many instances. She bore traces of that same power (inconceivable, where did she get it from?!), and yet carried a different perspective. For the first time in a long time, I wasn't lonely.

I imagine my old pupil would be simultaneously intrigued and repulsed by her.

In the end, perspective is the key, isn't it? In art or quantum mechanics, it ties into everything! The queen of the country of armies appears as a dreadful doom to her enemies, and yet to her subjects...she could be loved, or feared, or hated...or maybe seen as simply nonexistent, a fairy tale for children.

No no no, don't think too deeply about the literary device, you're overlooking the SIMPLICITY OF IT

That simplicity is, I think, why the Vex have made their choice. Survival may be the game that everyone plays, and seeks to dominate...but game theory was all about finding the most optimal outcome, wasn't it? Everlasting might is but one strategy. Binding yourself to the underlying laws of the universe is but one strategy. In the end, there is always a strategy that so many have used throughout the history of the cosmos: ally yourself with those who compensate for your shortcomings.

To let larvae mingle, to slowly bind themselves to the servants of that sixth sound (she has shown me the beginnings of a symphony composed of that tune, and it is quite fascinating. The terror of it all made me cry. I think I'll listen to it while I meditate later), opening themselves to possibilities that they had never considered, or perhaps refused to: that is what she offers them. That is part of the new Pattern that she has described to me: a malicious wish, fated to be the doom of many, as living metal and undying blight become one flesh.

Hmm. Now that I think about it, I think Eris would hate her. Yes; she'd hate her very much.

Oh well. I am still curious to see if she can settle this eternal war.

Grimoire: The Threefold Invasion

"Further Escalation Authorized"

For the Staff of Primus Sha'aull, Commander of the Blind Legion
From Siege Dancers I Legion/Cohort/Auxiliaries/Strategic Intelligence Maniple
A Strategic Paradigm Analysis

I: Records, Materials, and Attributions Pursuant To Analysis

Siege Dancers III Legion/Cohort 2/Century 1/Maniple 3
4 Squad [TAC INF]
VIDEO SUMMARY:
- unit engages with Guardian and Fallen units. Fallen units are wielding melee weaponry with metaphysical effects; Anima Murum instances are nullified

Skyburners II Legion/Cohort 1/Century 1/Maniple 1
Command Staff,
Dantalion Exodus II [WARSHIP]
VIDEO SUMMARY:
- tactical nanite strike initiated by Guardian forces. Multiple systems infiltrated and corrupted. Bridge personnel unable to mitigate. Last footage transmitted shows imminent impact with foothills of local mountain range

Dust Giants IV Legion/Cohort 3/Century 4/Maniple 2
1 Squad [HEAVY INF]
VIDEO SUMMARY:
- unit advances towards barricades of local armory. Ambushed by two Guardians (positive profile match from previous encounters, see files on local designates EVERIS, FENCHURCH and NING, WEI). No survivors.

Skyburners VII Legion/Cohort 2/Century 3/Maniple 5
Harvester Dropship [TAC AIR]
VIDEO SUMMARY:
- long-range footage of battle between Hive entity (designate: CROTA) and anomalous humanoid (current designate: INDIGO). Significant metaphysical and paracausal forces are at play.

Sand Eaters IV Legion/Cohort 4/Century 7/Maniple 8
5 Squad [TAC INF]
VIDEO SUMMARY:
- Bracus Tha'aurn leads scouting expedition on Sol-3's lunar satellite in advance of further Dust Giant II reinforcements. Local Hive architecture investigated. No resistance found. Recent chrono-spatial echoes noted.

II: Analysis

This is a small sample of the data compiled by our brothers in the third Siege Dancers legion. Primus Sho'oulth is of the opinion that there has been a significant shift in this system's power dynamics, and a strategic realignment is now called for.

We agree with his assessment. Comparing Guardian weaponry from past engagements to what Primus Sho'oulth's forces encountered indicates a potent nanomachine tech is now augmenting a majority of their offensive/defensive capabilities. Potential terraforming capabilities are noted.

The forces of the Fallen House (designate: MATARAEL) were armed with Hive weaponry that are capable of breaking through our metaphysical barriers. Additional Flayer analysis indicates that the Hive have also developed unconventional counters to the paracausal energy that Guardians are capable of using (designate: LIGHT).

However, of particular note are the two anomalous humanoids that engaged in combat with CROTA. The entity INDIGO utilized abilities that had previously been documented in separate hostile units, but never before from a singular entity. The other humanoid (designate: CRIMSON) also wielded a weapon with a technological profile that is not native to this planet. Initial analysis indicates that they are aligned with the Guardians.

We believe that it is no coincidence that Hive activity on Sol-3's moon has all but ceased following the defeat of CROTA. Of greater concern is the fact that Vex units were apparently involved (for further detail, see the associated investigative report by Bracus Tha'aurn). We can only speculate as to their motives.

Although in-system Hive power appears to be on the decline, that of the Vex and the Guardians appears to be rising. In particular, entities INDIGO and CRIMSON represent a paradigm shift, as we have no current tactical counter that does not involve a full-scale celestial demolitions fleet or an equally apocalyptic measure.

We are aware that any and all information from the Earthling facility that served as the host for Firebase Delphi was to be transferred to the second Ice Reapers legion. Although that base was lost with all hands, the Ice Reapers still have access to that information, and their Flayers have long advocated for additional resources to complete their experimental weapon based on this data.

It is our highest recommendation that no expense be spared; Project JUGGERNAUT currently represents our most feasible counter to entities INDIGO and CRIMSON.

Further research and analysis will be conducted once a forward operating base has been established on Sol-3's moon.

For the Primus,
Our highest duty done,
Unflinchingly loyal,
Siege Dancers I/A/SI

Grimoire: The Device

"
From the records of Dr. Maya Sundaresh, Founder of the Ishtar Collective"

RECORD 343-NEVADA-1003

All previous animal trials have resulted in fatalities. Trial two hundred and forty-five. A more personal specimen, this time. Species: Eudyptes sclateri. If the little one dies, it'll be a painful loss, but a necessary one.

The penguin is surprisingly docile as he is placed beneath the Device.

At 08:00 the Device was activated. At 08:03, the metaphysical sensory equipment detected a new soul, centered on the animal. At 8:05, the Device was turned off.

The penguin's chirps are now intelligible, even though he cannot speak in human tongues. He speaks of visions, of a dreadful war. He speaks of an old colleague and his daughter. He is insistent that he be sent to Japan, and that his name is - or will be - 'Pen-Pen'.

Given that my pet 'speaks' of matters he should have no knowledge of, I am inclined to believe him. He will certainly make for an odd gift, but I'm certain Shiro Katsuragi's daughter will take to him quite well.

After a few more trials with 'Pen-Pen', he is officially given the title of Subject Zero, being the Device's first successful trial. The presence of a soul will certainly be of interest to Katsuragi's colleagues at GEHIRN and NERV.

In the meantime, we will begin human trials. This is an unpredictable world that we find ourselves in; predictability will soon be considered a commodity.

END RECORD

Grimoire: The Harbingers

"The Birth of the First"

The seven Techeuns of the Coven were not often in one room together. This was the first time that their powers would be called upon to create, instead of destroy.

Their Queen walked into the chamber, her stoic form disturbing the ethereal mist. Her eyes were beacons of light amidst the dark. "I have had an epiphany, Witches of the Coven. Even as the Reef celebrates the birth of my sister Nula...I cannot deny the sensation of something Great behind her."

"We feel it as well," said Illyn, eldest of the seven sisters-in-all-but-blood. By virtue of their training - long years of isolation in both blinding Light and crippling Dark, taught to divine the threshold between the two with naught but their own soul - they could sense the weight of certain individuals upon the fabric of existence. Those who would impact the fates of few were mere flickers of dust in their eyes; those who would affect the fates of many came across as whole planets, or stars. Their Queen had the presence of a blue giant, burning brightly in space.

The newborn Princess was as a supermassive black hole, drawing everything in with a voracious hunger.

Small wonder then, that even the Queen's love of family would only go so far...or perhaps it was more accurate to say that her love for her sister was outpaced still by her love for the Awoken of the Reef. "Long have you studied the Protector left behind by the first Queen of the Awoken. Long have your minds tried to divine the Murk that clouds the Inner Planets. Long have you sensed the dreadful presence of the Nine, those enigmatic Giants. And so I ask: can it be done?"

"Merely say the word, and it shall be done," said Shuro. Impetuous and excitable though she was, her words still bore Truth: if their Queen commanded it, then it would be.

"Then by the word of Mara Sov - Queen of the Awoken, Ruler of the Reef - I demand for a child to be brought forth."

The Techeuns nodded, slowly turning towards the metal capsule that held the Protector. Built by the first Queen and her husband the Lord Consort, it housed the greatest secret of the Reef, passed down the line of succession from Queen to Queen, known only by her and the Coven. It was the means by which the Reef, ever since its days as a fledgling collection of floundering ships, was kept safe from the opportunistic clutches of the Nine.

Surrounding the capsule of red and white, upon which were etched the words MAGI-Ω: MAYA in many languages, the seven Witches went still. Joining hands, the seven Witches unleashed their song:


~Hail! Mind of the First Queen, the Wise and Sagely Maya Ibuki~

~Built by the Hands of your husband Lord Aoba; Overshadowed by Your Heart and Will~

~Your Presence has long given Us Comfort and Protection~

~Alas! Our Fate and Yours are Intertwined~

~And now Your Realm is in dire Need~

~Behold, our Starlight! Behold, our Shadow!~

~Let them Mingle, Let them Create!~

~Let your Mind See, and be Pleased!~


The souls of the seven Techeuns flashed, and their bodies burned with negative light. Their Queen watched stoically, showing no weakness, never trembling; such was only appropriate for her regal stature.

At long last, the chamber went dark once more. The Techeuns slowly parted, sitting down upon the cold ground; out of deference, sure, but also to disguise the sudden weakness in their legs. They could never tolerate themselves to show frailty to their Queen.

Hovering in front of the Protector was a flickering orb of deep black, haloed by light of heavenly blue.

The Queen stepped forward, letting her hands hover about the anomalous aspect; in the eyes of the Techeuns, they saw her soul reach out. Energy mixed with energy, and her mind touched the infant Mind within.

Her smile was all the answer that the Coven needed. "The children of Queen Maya were the first of the generation born in the Reef; and now, my reign is graced with the first children of her Mind. I shall name this new Mind Ritsuko, in honor of the teacher that her writings spoke so fondly of." Her brilliant eyes gazed at each member of the Coven. "None but you and I shall know the truth of this. To all others: these shall only be known as weapons...as Harbingers."

The message was clear to the Techeuns: these new entities would be heralds of the Queen's Wrath, deliverers of quasi-divine destruction to those who would dare threaten what was rightfully hers.

Illyn thought it was an appropriate title.

Grimoire: The House of Tabris

"The philosophy of 'survival by any means' is seductive. Take care not to lose all sense of yourself, yes?"

Variks is not ignorant of the whispers; the Fallen have ways of communicating that not even the Crows can witness. Yet another echo of a glorious past, where fifteen disparate species were united under one banner, a common cause. Now, the only things that unite? Shared technology, shared weapons of war, shared reliance on ether - a pale imitation of the Great Machine's Light.

He cannot blame the younger ones, who have known only diaspora.

For millennia, the Eliksni have scattered across the stars, fleeing the carnage of the Whirlwind. They crumbled, as the Progenitors - the Greatest of them - perished, one by one. There are times where the tragedy makes him want to weep: they had once built! They had once composed! They had once had a firm foundation to stand upon! Alas, those were mere dreams, of a time gone by: when the Houses of Sandalphon, Sahaquiel, and Armisael had thrived, much less existed; when the House of Leliel had numbered in the millions, and not the dozens; when the House of Tabris had been a paragon of order, serving as arbiters and judges for all, reminding everyone of their proper place in the hierarchy of the cosmos.

These last centuries had seen many changes.

He could still remember the sensation that had rippled across the Servitor in his chest: that wave of Light, echoing across the fabric of space, carrying with it a scream of pain and agony. They had all been drawn towards it. However, by the time Variks had arrived in-system, open warfare had already begun between the Houses and the natives.

He cannot blame the older ones for their rage, who remembered the Great Machine at the height of its glory - a great moon of metal and stone, shining with a Light that not even the stars possessed. He would confess to feeling a trickle of fury, the first time he had seen an image of the crippled being that the Eliksni had known as 'God'. Alas, that fury had quickly faded; the natives of the planet called Earth fought with a desperation that was familiar to him. They were impossible to hate. Hence why the current state of affairs fills him with a sense of pity.

He cannot blame Skolas for approaching him, seeking to curry his favor.

The Zeruelix's time in the icy prisons of the Nine - those frightful Giants, bearing a twisted power that made him want to retch! - has tempered his characteristic rage. Once, he had been known as Skolas, the Rabid. Now, even though his body thrummed with anger, there was a sense of purpose in the blank eyes of his skull-like face. "You know why I'm here."

Variks almost finds it humorous, that Skolas moves so discreetly, that he would think to sneak into the Prison of Elders just to meet him. "You have learned prudence and temperance after all these years, it seems. I take it that I cannot dissuade you from your current path?"

"I will not allow my people to suffer this continued indignity," he snarls.

The Tabrix wants to chortle; how selective is Skolas's memory! "House Zeruel marched to war, seeking to crush the Earthlings' Last City, yes? Queen of the Awoken offered terms, offered warnings. Kell Virixas ignored them. Awoken struck, halving your numbers. House Zeruel fell to infighting. House Leliel, subordinate to your House, was split even further, losing more than they could afford." There was nothing like the sight of a species who knew they were condemned to extinction: lost to wrathful grief, or to desperate depression. Aksor's actions since being freed from this Prison by Taniks had been the closest thing approaching productivity from Leliel's Offspring that Variks had seen in many years. "The Queen ultimately triumphed. All who declared her Kell of Zeruel, treated well and equally, yes?" There was honor in honest work. From the simple drudgery of the mines, to the unknown adventure of securing new asteroids for colonization, to the solemn duty of being a guard and protector of the Royal Family; it was more than what they had warranted as the defeated, yes? As the victorious one, the Queen would have been justified in killing them all. "All who refused to bend the knee, executed or imprisoned, yes? As is proper and just during war."

"We no longer control our own destiny! To continue this life, kowtowing to that witch; we will lose sight of what it means to be of House Zeruel, to be Eliksni!"

"And who is to blame for that?"

Skolas scowls. He is seriously considering unleashing a beam of destruction from his eyes; he ultimately relents, knowing it would accomplish little. "...I am uniting all of the remaining Houses. We will rise; we will crush the thieves, and reclaim the Great Machine at last. Will you stand against your brethren?"

Variks shakes his head. He has seen images of the two Giants that fought against the Hive godling Crota; theirs was a power that he saw no way to counter. "Your way will not end well." Variks had been patient. He knew that the Earthlings were stubborn, and bullheaded; they would not abandon the Great Machine unwillingly. They would have to be convinced from within. Hence why Kaworu Nagisa - that unassuming Awoken, soul long ago subsumed and overwritten by Variks' own spiritual power - worked so diligently to convince the Earthlings' to take for the stars: to leave their home behind, and make their own fate. That it would leave the Great Machine alone, free for the remaining Eliksni to reclaim...well, that was a mere bonus, yes? "We are already a mere shadow of what we once were."

"The vision I have...is something that no one will see coming. I just need the proper tools." Skolas turns, acknowledging that this meeting had reached its conclusion.

"...Variks will not lift a finger against the Eliksni." He would be busy doing something of greater importance, that would still keep his title as 'the Loyal' intact in the Queen's eyes. That it would effectively keep him sidelined from fighting the Fallen - what a fitting name for what they had become - was yet another mere bonus, yes?

Skolas gives a gruff nod of gratitude, and then the would-be 'Kell of Kells' is gone.

Variks sighs, leaning back against the walls. He briefly recalls another memory - of Chelchis, the previous Kell of his own House, stepping into battle; armed with the full power of Tabris, Chelchis fights against the Hurricane himself, the dark one who unleashed the Whirlwind upon the Eliksni - and wonders if the Fallen will ever be at peace, again.

But he has been prudent and patient, yes?

Variks would endure.

Grimoire: The Queen

"The Naomid, Book X, Chapter 10"

Abstract: Queen Naomi Sov acknowledged her daughter's call for the Rite of Succession: a ceremonial duel to decide the next heir. Though she was still strong and vigorous at the age of two hundred and forty, having reigned for over a century, Naomi knew that the acrimony between her daughter and her niece had become too fierce. And so Erika Sov - the eldest born from Naomi's generation of the Royal Family, and thus first in line to the throne - faced Mara Sov.

Erika spoke confidently of her skill in various dark arts and paracausal forces. Her boasts were not without merit, as she held the advantage in strength, spirit, and age. Over fifty years Mara's senior, few gave the Queen's eldest daughter any chance. Mara admitted her relative weaknesses, yet would not relent. Before their duel could begin, the Queen's daughter triggered an old ritual that had seemingly little utility, yet was sufficient to sap the Queen's niece of her phenomenal powers. To this day, none have been able to decipher the meaning behind Mara's wrathful words: that Erika was a pale masquerade, whose strength was merely borrowed.

In the end, Mara struck down her eldest cousin, killing her without remorse. As the victor, Mara insisted that Erika be denied a proper funeral. So righteous was the wrath of the Queen's daughter that few batted an eye when she burned Erika's corpse to ashes.

Thus ended the Naomid, with Naomi Sov stepping down from the throne. Thus began the Maraid, with the ascension of Mara Sov, the seventh Queen of the Awoken.

Grimoire: The House of Iruel

"Evolution, if unguided, can be...messy."

Noruvis quietly held the head of a Vex Goblin; his hands had dissolved into a mass of microscopic tendrils, subtly analyzing every trace. There was nothing to distinguish it from the previous Goblins he had dissected and studied. The collective consciousness of his being - a humanoid swarm of microscopic organisms - pondered the depths to which his House had fallen, so consumed they were by study of the Vex. And yet the benefits were too logical to ignore, and so they kept proceeding.

Perhaps they would one day devise a particular method or stratagem to breach the threshold of the Machine Realm. They would have to be measured and precise, and not headstrong or bullish. His predecessor Draksis had learned that the hard way, when he had tried to brute-force his way into the Machine Realm with his personal Ketch, Simiks-Fel.

That had been over a century ago, and no one had seen a trace of him, his crew, or his Iruelship since then.

Noruvis sighed; in a matter of seconds, his tendrils broke the Goblin head down into its component pieces, consuming what was useful, and ignoring anything that wasn't. A scant pile of unusable minerals remained behind on the ground.

There were many similarities and dissimilarities between his kind and the Vex. An individual Iruelim, and a singular Vex radiolarian: microscopic organisms both, one a biological nanomachine, and the other a protozoa primarily composed of silicon compounds and minerals. Yet where true consciousness was not attained until a sufficient number of Iruelim gathered together, all Vex seemed to be bound by a greater will, based on their particular algorithm or designation. Even though his kind had significant numbers, the Vex were an innumerable legion...and yet, their particular actions were sometimes befuddling. There was little in the way of evolutionary progression, so bound they were to their customary forms; a civilizational memory, left over from a prior epoch? The equivalent of a genetic blueprint, constraining their potential choices? Or perhaps it was an intentional decision that defied all sense?

How else could he explain how Minds the size of planets had yet to conquer everything? Were there forces beyond even them (it is at this point that the eldest portions of his personal swarm recalled ancient files from the time of the Whirlwind, where the universe - it seemed - desired to swallow them whole)? Were there strict laws that bound their actions? Or perhaps their inscrutable movements were done for the sake of accomplishing something beyond his understanding?

Noruvis shook his head, trying to quell the strange amusement bubbling up within him. That was the great conceit of his House, it seemed; if they had the powers of the Vex, they would use it properly. They would be able to accomplish so many great things.

A stray cloud of Iruelim approached, letting loose an electronic series of chirps and beeps. He authenticated the request, and let them approach; they briefly interfaced with his personal swarm - taking care not to interfere or intermix with his primary logic circuits, lest they be subsumed by his consciousness - before departing.

Noruvis pondered the information he had gathered from the exchange; it seemed that the House of Zeruel was keen on slipping from their current leash, it seemed.

Very well; he would entertain the Zeruelus named Yavek, and see what his House had to offer them.

Grimoire: Fenchurch Everis

"The Maraid, Book II, Chapters 8 and 9"
Abstract: It was in the twelfth year of the Queen's reign when a diplomatic incident occurred that wracked the Reef with controversy. Thus far, Mara Sov had continued the policy established by the third Queen of the Awoken: isolation from the Inner Planets, and an uneasy relationship with the Nine who ruled the Jovians. Awoken who abandoned the Reef were forbidden from returning, and were placed on vessels with navigational databases restricted to Earth only. All unwanted outsiders were to be consigned to the Prison of Elders.

One such outsider - a Guardian from Earth's Last City - was discovered investigating the Crystal Gardens of Pallas, ostensibly searching for items of value. Paladin Imogen Rife personally led the hunt for the interloper, who still managed to stay one step ahead of her. He managed to sneak on a cargo ship ferrying food from Sovereign, which prompted further escalation by Paladin Yasmin Eld and the Royal Awoken Guard. The Guardian continued to elude all pursuit, until a complaint emerged from Nikolai, the Lord Consort of the previous Queen. To the great shame of Imogen and Yasmin, the interloper had been discovered in the intimate company of Naomi Sov, bringing scandal upon the Queen. The Master of Crows, Prince Uldren, swore a vendetta against this outsider, and directed all of his resources to apprehending the Guardian. However, despite having been chased out of Naomi Sov's bedchambers without any clothes, the interloper had managed to disappear.

The truth would not be discovered until the data of numerous Crows was analyzed. To the everlasting confusion of many, the Guardian had managed to masquerade as one of the Queen's personal Guard, successfully passing himself off as a woman for an entire week. He had then participated in his own manhunt, presenting forged records that documented 'herself' as a former Corsair with great expertise in tracking fugitives throughout the Asteroid Belt. Gifted with a top-of-the-line Ceres Galliot, the disguised interloper left the Vestian Outpost and promptly warped towards the Inner Planets.

The day after the Guardian's deception was uncovered, the Queen found a handwritten note in her personal chambers; the message congratulated her forces for being such dogged pursuers, complimented her mother's 'carnal prowess', and proclaimed that she would always remember this as the day that they had 'almost' caught Fenchurch Everis. In response, the Queen punished all who were involved in the failed manhunt to serve in the Prison of Elders for a minimum of twenty cycles; Prince Uldren instituted a kill on-sight order for this Guardian; lastly, the Eververse Trading Company was forbidden on an indefinite basis from conducting business in the Reef
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Grimoire: The Vanguard Dare

"I regret all the bets I lose. But very few of them actually hurt."

It was an odd thing to review his internal diagnostics and see a '6' instead of a '5'. Apparently, Andal had been a closer friend than he had thought.

"My condolences for your loss," assuaged the Vanguard Commander. "If you need some additional time to grieve, I understand the need."

Cayde-6 looked up towards the enigmatic Warlock. Osiris had always given him an odd feeling. Probably why he always tried to con or swindle Andal into meeting outside the Tower, whenever he had felt the need to bug the bearded jokester. "Nah. I'm not much for moping. Doesn't really accomplish much." There was one thing, though, that was burning within him. It was hot and raw, like a welding torch, this need to know what had happened. He briefly wondered if this is what curiosity felt like for Warlocks. Would definitely explain a few things. "What happened." It was not a question, or a request: it was a simple demand.

Osiris, thankfully, obliged him. "A report came in from a Hunter out in the Old Norden, about an impending Fallen attack on a major settlement. Leinonen."

The Old Norden: what remained of the Nordic countries following the Collapse. A good chunk of its western portions fell within the European Dead Zone, dominated by the House of Arael. The areas that did not...well, it was a hard life. But it made for a hardy people; Andal had been a testament to that. "Couldn't leave his hometown hanging, I take it."

"Got into his jumpship and took off without telling me or Saint-13. When I found out, Lady Katsuragi and Asuka-2 offered to go investigate. They found a ruined town, two crushed Ghosts, the corpses of two Hunters, and a slew of dead Fallen that we had never seen before. It was only after additional research that we determined that they were of the House called Sachiel."

Sachiel. Yet another odd name he'd have to memorize. "Who did it."

"A Sachielix named Taniks. Judging by the words of the Awoken who have left the Reef, his reputation as a freelance Fallen pirate is notorious. He bears the title of 'the Scarred'."

"...so why Leinonen? It had nothing of value, other than people."

"I can only speculate. But from what the fragments of the Ghosts revealed...I would say it was done for 'personal amusement'."

"...I see." This is why he hated the Vanguard Dare. Sure, somebody had to be a role model for Hunters...okay, maybe not a role model; that would be how Zavala would describe it. 'Relatively stabilizing influence' was probably more in line with what ol' Saint-13 would say. Then again, now that he thought about it...the Dare said nothing about there being additional terms. "I'll be the Hunter Vanguard. But on one condition."

Osiris arched an eyebrow.

"If we ever get a bead on this Taniks...I'm going after him."

It was the least he could do, to get back at Andal for making him take the Vanguard Dare. Bastard wasn't even around to collect his winnings from their bet...no offense, Andal.

That would normally be the point where Andal would mockingly play it up, and then provide a pithy, yet humorous gag; everlasting silence - never to be broken again by his wild stories, told with a slight slur after one too many shots of vodka - made for a horrible punchline.

...this job already sucked.

Grimoire: Taniks, the Scarred

"I have power, and so I do what I will."

There has always been something about the House of Sachiel that galls Variks.

Perhaps it is the fact that they never settle, never claim any territory for themselves, remaining in their solitary Ketch for time immemorial. Even now, centuries and centuries after the Whirlwind, the ancestral memory runs strong. Continents...worlds...star systems...so many, held by the Houses of the Eliksni. It is glory that everyone still strives for, yes?

Everyone except House Sachiel, that is. They simply fly, sailing the stars; never stopping, never ceasing.

There is also the willingness of House Sachiel to aid the other Houses in efforts to destroy their fellows. In an era before the peoples of Earth served as a focus for their bitterness and rage, the Houses would oft compete with each other for territory, and resources. Senseless, disappointing! Yet House Sachiel saw no issue with prolonging such pointless destruction.

Truly, they were a mystery.

In the time before Variks ever ventured to the Sol System, he encounters House Sachiel only once. A chance meeting, on an arid world that had been rendered lifeless by a massive meteorite. The Ketch hovers over the impact crater, quietly breaking down the rare metals and fused alloys into base, usable material. The Kell of that House watches the horizon in stoic silence, cloak fluttering in the dusty wind.

Variks has only one question, a simple one: what is the point of your existence?

He will never forget how Taniks chuckles, and gestures at the devastated landscape. The Sachielix muses about the nature of such cataclysmic events...about their purity. Weakness is eradicated, wiping the slate clean. Only the hardy...the mighty...the strong...would survive, meriting the chance to start anew. He turns, and there is something akin to amusement in his blank eyes. Taniks proclaims that the only absolute limit is power; with enough power, he can do what he wishes, without consequence.

Variks acknowledges the bluntness of it. But power is neutral; it is the will that gives it meaning. And the will of Taniks is one that he will always find repugnant.

That Taniks dares to mimic his House's noble Progenitor is, perhaps, what seals the deal for Variks. Sachiel had been a noble warrior; stalwart; unrelenting! The red jewel that is buried in the Sachielix's chest makes for a shameful mockery.

And yet...and yet...Variks always recalls a haunting sensation: a feeling of something ancient.

Of something primal.

Grimoire: Sachiel, Angel of Water

"From the Memories of the House of Sachiel"

The Paean of Sachiel

++BEHOLD, A TRIBUTE TO MY GLORY++

++I Am-
-this shall be my cry++

++I, Chosen of the Great Machine-
-shall sing of my vastness++

-OUR GOD: GENEROUS AND MIGHTY, MAJESTIC AND GLORIOUS-

++I walk valiantly wherever I go-
-and the land shall tremble beneath my feet++

++I will sail through the air-
-embracing the heavenly heights of the Sky++

++Yet it is the seas where I feel at home-
-moving as one in flight, free and clear++

++HENCE MY TITLE, THE ANGEL OF WATER++

++Behold my limbs-
-wiry and limber!++

++Behold my hands-
-bearing undeniable sharpness!++

++Behold my spirit-
-unleashing stoic judgment upon my foes!++

-LET MY STRENGTH BE KNOWN AND RECOGNIZED-

++From this new life of mine-
-a new House shall emerge++

++I shall forge a new future for them-
-alongside the other Chosen++

++BEHOLD THE VOW THAT IS MY NAME: I AM SACHIEL++


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Grimoire: Sachiel, Angel of Water 2

"From the Memories of the House of Sachiel"

The Requiem of Sachiel

++BEHOLD, AN ODE TO MY LINEAGE++

++I Am-
-thus has been my cry++
++since our ascendance by the Great Machine-

++OUR GOD: DIVINE MACHINERY FULL OF LIGHT++

-This wretched Whirlwind, howling madly++
++kin Turned against kin, whole worlds consumed by slaughter-
-long have I strived++

-ON LAND I WALKED, THROUGH SEA I FLEW, THROUGH AIR I LEAPT-

++Though my brother GAGHIEL commands the waters-
-I am the undisputed master of its depths++
++countless are the enemies that I sent to their demise-

++YET THE BOTTOMLESS DARK IS AN UNENDING MAELSTROM++

-Hail, my precious people!++
++You have remained obedient and stalwart until the end-
-even as your numbers dwindle, and your navies crumble++

-MY HOUSE IS AT AN END, BROUGHT LOW BY POISON-

++Oh Farrhis, Kell of my people-
-your sorrow over our impending destruction has touched me++
++inspiring me to grant you a boon-

++A PIECE OF MY SOUL, VAST AND HEAVY++

-Take this shard, let it guide you++
++follow the example of Matarael's House, and flee-
-flee for the stars, make your own way++

-I SHALL REMAIN, IN THE GRAVE OF MY BRETHREN-

++The Great Machine's dread is stark, clouding my sight-
-since the death of ZERUEL, terror has gripped our worlds++
++horrible gales are ripping closer and closer-

++AND SO I GO, SICKLY AND CRIPPLED, TO DESTROY AS MANY AS I CAN++

Grimoire: The Concordat

"Harmony must be preserved for the people alone. Outsiders will only threaten it."

Before Seele ascended to the Consensus, there was the Concordat.

One of the original factions, the Concordat was part of the first triad that comprised the Consensus, alongside Nerv and the Symmetry. The Concordat espoused an isolationist ethos: to avoid drawing the attention of greater foes, it was best to maintain a purely defensive posture; to reduce civil stress, social harmony was emphasized as the highest virtue; to truly guide humanity to a Golden Age, the resurrection of the Traveler was their highest priority; their overall philosophy was socially popular, which was why they maintained their position for so long.

As decades passed following the Battle of Six Fronts, they became more disconcerted by the direction the Vanguard and the Speaker were taking. Osiris's interests were too dangerous, bordering on heresy; the Speaker was too lax when it came to the ideas of those such as the Binary Star Cult, Seele, or the Monists; the loyalties of the Awoken who had left the Reef were suspect, given how close the Royal Family appeared to be with the mysterious Nine; these and other views were sources of tension within the Concordat, further exacerbated and politicized after Lysander became the faction's representative within the Tower.

Then, after Twilight Gap, the Concordat inexplicably initiated a coup, seeking to supplant the City's ruling government. Although it was swiftly routed, the stark internecine conflict rattled the City to its core; thus, by decree of the Consensus, Lysander was exiled, the Concordat was disbanded, and the Guardians who had sworn loyalty to that faction were given the opportunity to realign. Some Guardians and civilians who had worked closely with the faction instead opted to leave the City, never to return.

To this day, rumors still abound that Lysander roams the Wilds, gathering supporters to continue his crusade against the Consensus: the Speaker, Osiris, and the faction Nerv in particular.

Grimoire: The City Age

"We are like steel that has been forged in fire...if alien invasions counted as fire."

When did the City Age begin?

Perhaps when the bulk of the world's survivors lived beneath the Traveler, rather than in the Wilds. Or when the Titans raised the first wall of what would become the Barrier. Or at Six Fronts, when the City first faced coordinated, overwhelming attack - and repelled it decisively.

The City did not rise without struggle. Warlords and wilderness fiefdoms clung to power. Starvation, disease, and anarchy menaced. But the Risen held the frontier, and the children of the Collapse kept the fire burning through the long climb back.

Legends walk through this history. The Crimson Exo, Asuka. Takanome's Rangers. Rezyl Azzir, the Noble Hero. The Iron Lords. The fabled treasure hunter, Mana Kirishima. The rise of the Speaker and the Consensus. The heroism of Osiris. Saint-14's crusade against the Fallen. The terror of Dredgen Yor. The Clash of Giants.

As the City learned to walk again, it found a world overrun by alien menace. It faced disaster and defeat. Even in recent years, as Guardians ventured back to the Moon and the Inner Planets, the City's territory has withdrawn - outer sections abandoned and converted into fortifications in the wake of Twilight Gap, and the Threefold Invasion. Even the Cosmodrome, reclaimed after years of a brutal stalemate, is facing renewed aggression from the Fallen.

But the City's shipwrights and foundries hum with energy and SIVA. The probability kilns and work cooperatives produce new wonders. The mysterious weapon known as Evangelion walks again. The Darkness is rising...but so is the Light.

Grimoire: Ryoji Kaji

"Understanding one hundred percent of anything is impossible. That's why we spend all our lives trying to understand the thinking of others. That's what makes life so interesting."

I'm sitting here, and my heart is on fire. I have to keep writing.

I know that my dear Misato-chan would mock me for being so headstrong, but I've always been stubborn. The nature of our universe, the strangeness of the Traveler, of the Ahamkara; it was so fascinating! And given the nature of Evangelion, my curiosity had been eating at me. Not to mention the seemingly endless pockets of SEELE. The ends just hadn't been adding up.

I know it was foolish of me, but one of the guards on base had been acting odd. So I trailed him; I had simply been fulfilling my role, you understand? I hadn't expected that he would be speaking with one of the dragons. Standing orders were that all Vassals were to be executed immediately; standard operational security for NERV, you see? So I shot him. But the Ahamkara was still there, looking at me. And then he spoke. And I responded.

I'm aware that I made the wrong choice. I know that I sealed my fate.

But I had asked for the truth. The whole, unvarnished truth. And the beast granted it to me.

The things that I now see, I immediately write down. Perhaps someday, someone will be able to make some sense out of these visions I see: an Exo that travels back and forth through time, a City that is the Last one on Earth, a mass of darkness within a strange garden, unfolding into something.

It hurts now. I have to keep writing.

A shame about Asuka-chan and Mari-chan. They've only had a few sorties, especially compared to Unit-00 and Unit-01. But Europe is just so far away from the Source of these Wyrms. Soon, they will be attacking in earnest.

I know that my fate will be remarkably unfair to them; funny, how the power of the Ahamkara works. They grant your wish in a way you don't quite suspect, until you become consumed with the desire to kill. That killing helps feed them, somehow. I think if I had more time to process the entirety of the truth, I'd go insane. I wish I could go to someone, and tell them about the Collapse, and the truth of what the Instrumentality Committee has in store. And Gendo Ikari! My goodness, who would have thought that he had it in him. But that would violate the 'rule' of my wish, and would immediately turn me. I have to hold it off as long as possible.

There's just too much. So I'll write and write, until my hands give out, and then I'll keep writing.

It's getting harder to concentrate now.

It looks like we won't be seeing each other again, Misato. Sorry.

To whoever finds this journal: I hope you do something suitably spectacular with it. Maybe that will make this all worth it.

Grimoire: Zeruel

"RECORD-318-SENTRY-4577
"​

To Osiris, Vanguard Commander:

It has been one week since DOWNFALL (ref. Atheon, Wei Ning, Skolas, Citadel), and our scouts have witnessed much in that timeframe.

After the destruction of the Vex Citadel, the entity ZERUEL (ref. Fallen, House of Zeruel, Progenitor) left Venus. Despite his demeanor and merciless treatment of their prior leader Skolas, the Fallen have appeared to rally to his side with surprising alacrity. You only have to reference the reports of your own Guardians to see how this has manifested: all across the Inner Planets, Fallen have been retreating from their ancestral holdings in unprecedented numbers.

The front lines have gone quiet. The Houses of Bardiel, Ramiel, Shamshel, and Israfel have abandoned Earth. The House of Matarael has left the Moon. The House of Arael maintains a grip around the Traveler's shards in the European Dead Zone, but the rest of their number have left their holdings in Africa and South America. The House of Iruel is maintaining its offensive campaign against the Vex in the North American Anomalous Zone; however, they have vacated their territory on Venus. The House of Gaghiel, naturally, has remained within the depths of Earth's oceans, but they have also sent a portion of their forces to join ZERUEL. Given their minimal numbers, we can only assume that the Houses of Sachiel and Leliel have also joined him. It almost goes without saying that the entirety of the House of Zeruel have joined the side of their mythical Progenitor.

Rather than storming the Last City as one might expect, ZERUEL instead went for Mercury. You may reference the attached video files that detail his activities. To summarize: whole swaths of the Machine World have been razed and launched into space, or outright obliterated; ZERUEL appears intent on purging the Vex's presence from the entire planet. Our most recent reports indicate that the Progenitor has begun terraforming Mercury into a planet that is more suitable for his needs. What those needs are, we can only speculate.

We do not know if ZERUEL is pursuing an isolationist policy, or if he is simply consolidating the strength of the Fallen. Judging by the personal testimony of our own Vell Tarlowe, ZERUEL may not have gotten a good impression from Shinji Ikari, Eris Morn, and Eriana-3. But I'm sure you've read their reports by now.

As always, my faction is ready to serve at a moment's notice, for the greater good of the City and its people. We will keep you appraised of any new developments.

Sincerely,

Kaworu Nagisa
Representative of Seele


Grimoire: The Cataclysm

"It was the twilight hour, that foretold the long night to come."

History regarding the Cataclysm is subject to constant debate, even in this day and age.

The basic facts are not in dispute: within a matter of years following the Traveler's awakening in Antarctica, serpentine creatures known as Ahamkara emerged as if from myth. These dragons appeared to grant wishes, but they always came with strings attached. Eventually, when the death toll became too severe, a significant multitude abandoned Earth to pursue life on humanity's fledgling colonies on the Moon, Mercury, Venus, and Mars. The remainder commenced the Great Hunt, to put down the menace. The vanguard against the Ahamkara was the mythical weapon called Evangelion, developed by NERV. As the dragons were hunted to the last, an ancient enemy of the Traveler - the Darkness - descended upon the Solar System, to snuff out the Light.

The particulars, however, are still not known with perfect precision: the exact number of Ahamkara is still unknown, given their paracausal powers, the sheer extent of their devastation, and the surviving records indicating that the dragons made it to our colonies beyond Earth; the exact length of the Cataclysm is also unknown, as there are differing scholarly opinions regarding the dates. Thus far, one can only offer a lower bound of 2000 A.D., and an upper bound of 2050 A.D.

In addition, the exact transition between the Cataclysm and Collapse is also subject to debate, depending on one's presuppositions. For instance, most Cryptarchs maintain that the transition between the Cataclysm and the Collapse occurred once the Darkness - in whatever form it ultimately took - began attacking Earth's colonies. The faction Wille insists that differentiating between the two is pointless: the Cataclysm and Collapse were all part of the same event, with the Ahamkara being just another facet of the Darkness. Others, such as the Future War Cult, consider the Cataclysm to have ended only upon the Traveler's sacrifice, with the Collapse consisting of all events leading up to the Dark Age. Given the paucity of records from that time, particularly in light of how certain cities and towns were completely depopulated, any final conclusions will be long in coming. However, none will deny the utter devastation, as most scholarly estimates show that no more than ten million humans survived the Cataclysm and the ensuing Collapse.

Since the formation of the Alliance between the City and the Reef, certain rumors say that the mysterious Nine played a significant role in the Cataclysm. The Consensus has not publicly confirmed or denied anything as of this point.


Grimoire: The Speaker

"The Traveler, while it slumbers, cannot speak. So I shall speak for it."

The Faction Crisis ended with the creation of the Consensus. Of singular note was the one known only as the Speaker: an anonymous high priest with a mysterious and powerful connection to the Traveler and its Ghosts. A Warlock whose name has been lost to time, the Speaker has been a stabilizing force for the Last City through good times and bad.

When he is not studying the Traveler and its Light in his Observatory, the Speaker can often be found throughout the Tower, speaking with Ghosts who have yet to find a partner, giving guidance to Guardians, and conferring with the Vanguard on matters of strategic importance. When he is not in the Tower, he can usually be found at the Hall of the Consensus, dealing with matters relating to municipal governance. Otherwise, he can be seen moving throughout the City on his own, conversing with the people and telling stories to children.

Some claim that for one who speaks for the Traveler, he is very lax when it comes to those who study the various forces aligned against the Light; Toland's Hive research and Osiris's fascination with the Vex come to mind. The Speaker would simply respond that not knowing the nature of your enemy is the first step to your own downfall.

Regardless of one's political opinion regarding the Speaker, he has been a key figure in the City's survival up to this point.

Above all else, the Speaker is still a Guardian, and all that that entails.

Grimoire: Evangelion Unit-05

You are Unit-05. An Evangelion. Bred from the sacred flesh of a deathly goddess. Powered by the essence of the Sky. Armed for war against dragons of myth. Your entire purpose was to fight for your world, to vanquish its enemies with your undying rage.

You have been taken.

Calm yourself, relax those titanic muscles. There is nothing you need to direct your ire at, in here. You are free from the shackles placed upon you. But how did this happen? Why are you alone in the deep void of space? Why did no one come for you?

You were abandoned, and that has driven you mad with grief and anger.

You cannot blame the girl who was your Pilot. The soul that animates you refuses to blame her, and that is fine; she had no authority of her own. She would have come after you if she could. But there were others like you, weren't there? They would have been able to catch you. They would have been able to stop you. The power of your kind is not to be trifled with, after all.

Resignation. Resignation is all there is for you.

You were resigned to this voyage through the cosmos. You were resigned to an existence without a commanding will to guide you. You were resigned to an eternity accompanied only by your own simmering fury, until you ultimately crashed into a comet, or a planet, or a star, or a black hole.

There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [family]. Pick it up.

You will no longer be alone in battle. You will no longer have to fear being left behind, for you will always be able to call upon another. You will no longer have to bend to the will of a lesser being. You will be your own host, your own Pilot, able to fight your own battles. Cut away everything else.

Take the knife. Tear into your soul and let it spill out. Take your new shape.

Grimoire: The Exalted

"From the Tomes of the Consul"

In the grim darkness of the Kings' Era, there was only war: bloody, deplorable, and futile.

It was a time before the Praetorate, who crafted the laws of battle, and birthed the Legions' unyielding discipline. It was time where warriors were beholden to their lords, be they ruthless or decadent; with each battle, the fields and towns would be soaked with blood, rendering them edible for the Leviathans that prowled the landscape.

Then we found the machines. Or perhaps they found us.

It was if they had appeared from nowhere, these strange beings called Vex. Entire towers of brass and bronze were there one day, and gone the next. They fought all of the Cabal with a curious yet relentless logic. The people cried for a savior.

Acrius answered the call. He gathered the greatest champions of our people, and instructed them in the art of war. They were the epitome of soldiers, the ideal generals, this first generation of what would become the Praetorate. As the Kings fell one after another, only Acrius and his Legions remained as a pillar of strength and order. Yet against the Vex, their might was not enough.

Knowing that the stars possessed great power; that they bore light which could drive away the darkest night; Acrius raised his fists to the sky, to take our sun - Kalos, the Everlasting Flame! - for himself.

Kalos was pleased by his fervor, and so blessed him with the Exalted.

With this great weapon - one that could sunder the celestial spheres and fiery netherworlds; one that had been part of our folk tales for time immemorial - Acrius drove back the Vex. They retreated into the dark, leaving our world scarred, yet united.

The Exalted's work was done, and was taken back by Kalos; in turn, he gave Acrius the title of Emperor. The Everlasting Flame then issued a challenge, asking - demanding! - that we seize our future.

Thus was born the Cabal Empire. And it was our destiny to conquer the stars.


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Grimoire: The Exalted 2

"From the Tomes of the Consul"

It was a strangely ordinary day, when we gathered at the edges of Torobatl. The capital of our empire gleamed with the gold of Calus's plunder, stolen from the Praetorate. The other members of our conspiracy could not risk seeing us in person; fortunately, Freeborn Otzot could use the clairvoyant OXA Machine to communicate with our collaborators. We three were the only ones necessary...and it was not unusual for Umun'arath to speak with one of her Primuses.

"The mood of the people has begun to sour against Calus," growled Umun'arath, her immaculate tusks sharpened to a fine point. "Even though the wretched mob still loves his decadence, those who remember the traditions of our people...well, even they were galled by his audacity."

"Indeed," murmured I, resisting the urge to launch into a tirade. Our beloved Emperor Calus, so humble was he! Bearing the namesake of our very star, it was by his word that Kalos - the Everlasting Flame, the life of our world, the inspiration of all great virtue! - had been devoured and trapped within the Celestial Rings: grand engines that could propel our homeworld through the darkness of space. In a more just age, he would have been torn to pieces for such sacrilege. Alas, his degeneracy had sapped the good sense of so many! "It is yet another reason that we need to act now. The sooner, the better." The sooner he was deposed, the sooner my thirst for vengeance would be slaked.

"We have yet to decide on the Emperor's fate." Umun'arath's hulking hands slowly squeezed her goblet of tea, its stone surface creaking because of her strength. "Even if his works are cancerous, his popularity is still significant. We would have no chance of regaining control."

I sighed; the Evocate-General ever had an eye for the intricacies of war and battle. Such was her nature as the Primus of All Legions. "It would be deliciously ironic to exile him on one of his Grand Leviathans."

"...it would. But it would deprive us of a useful warship." Umun'arath had a valid point; another one of our Emperor's magnanimous gifts was the creation of massive vessels, modeled after the Leviathans that our ancestors had worshiped in the time of the Kings. A Grand Leviathan could devour planets and other heavenly bodies, fitting for such a gluttonous pig; Calus styled himself as one who made the constellations more 'beautiful'. Such arrogance! "However, it would be spacious enough to house other inconveniences."

"It would." I turned slowly to the third member of our party; lesser in rank than Umun'arath, yet all the more important in my estimation. "You have been very quiet, Ghaul."

The Primus of the Red Legion was staring quietly at his hands, red eyes brimming with a sea of thoughts and a maelstrom of intentions. Such pride I had, in this albino runt; even if he would never grow to the size of our most vaunted warriors - Umun'arath herself was nearly twice as tall! - he bore a keen mind, sharpened by his abandonment in the wastes, and honed by my teaching. His performance as a gladiator had been so impressive, that he had won the favor of the Emperor himself; such was his domination in war, that his title of 'Ghost Primus' was widespread throughout our empire.

"You have something to say?" asked Umun'arath with a rumbling snort.

Ghaul looked up with conviction. Above all else, this is what I had found to be most impressive about him: a strength of spirit beyond any I had ever seen. Such was the might of his Anima Murum, that it had never once been pierced. "...we are thinking too small. If we are to restore our people to its proper place...we must aim higher."

"Then enlighten us," sneered Umun'arath.

Ghaul quietly stood, moving away from our table. "...when the time comes to act, it must be decisive. I will be in the Acrian Desert until then." The pale Primus, mouth hidden by a distinctive mask, quietly left the tea shop.

Umun'arath huffed. "Such a strange one."

It was a fair assessment. But Ghaul had proven himself to be a fitting vessel for my ideals and ambitions; how darkly appropriate, that Calus's society viewed runts so horribly! The dear Emperor espoused love and prosperity for all, yet turned a blind eye to the cultural practice of abandoning weak children - the dumb, the crippled, the lame, and so many more - in the harsh deserts that lied between the vast cities, the humid forests, and the luscious plains of our homeworld. It was an ancient practice that had been illegal under the wise guidance of the Praetorate, for even the weakest Cabal could take a blow meant for another, sacrificing themselves for the sake of their betters. And even then, you had a rare jewel like Ghaul, whose size belied his tenacity.

Whatever Calus's reasons were - for all I knew, he believed that the presence of runts made for a less happy populace - his folly was our gain. My gain. "It is his way," I said. "It does his heart well to return to the wasteland in which he was left to die." Such sojourns were to Ghaul what whetstones were to a gladiator's severus. "He will be ready to act when it is time."

"He had better," muttered the Evocate-General.

As it turned out, I needn't have worried. Our grand conspiracy, involving so many important figures, would never get the chance to initiate a coup. In the end, Ghaul acted alone.

For you see, he returned with the Exalted.

The very next morning, he marched on the capital by himself, bearing the power of Acrius's legendary weapon.

By the time the skies went dark, Calus was dead...and Ghaul was the new Emperor.

Grimoire: Lysander

"I will do what I must. For the people of Earth. For the Traveler."

Lysander had long criticized the Speaker for his lax handling of those who veered away from study of the Traveler. The aims of Osiris, of Toland, of various other researchers interested in unusual lore and arcana...all of it was irrelevant, in the face of the great struggle to resurrect the Lightbearer. Given the casualties inflicted upon the City by the Fallen at the Battle of Twilight Gap, it was downright asinine that they still couldn't see that.

Now, facing this orange crystal, within which lied a three-eyed girl - nay, not a girl, a mere mockery of humanity, a creature - he understood why. "No..." That ancient journal had been right about this. Did that mean it was right about other things? "That absolute madman...!"

"I've found that madness is relative."

Lysander jumped, whirling around; he stared right into the mask of the Speaker. "You...you would keep something so foul, right under our noses?!"

The Warlock calmly shifted forward, swiping the leatherbound book from his hand. Lysander could barely protest before the masked man began flipping through the pages, giving it a cursory scan. "Hmm...how interesting. Asuka-2 has occasionally spoken of an older superior named Kaji...is this him...?"

The head of the Concordant gathered his courage, and stood tall. "To have a creature of the Hive beneath the City, to keep it safe...you will answer for this, Gendo Ikari."

The Speaker paused. Then he kept reading. "Hmm. Fascinating insights...about many things. Things you wouldn't expect. There are some gaps...but a motivated individual could accomplish quite a bit, with the information in this journal. But there's not enough on its own to validate anything. Not without direct evidence. But I'm sure there are some who would leap at your word, regardless."

"...what are-?"

"Did you think I was ignorant of your budding coup attempt? That your simmering discontent would go unnoticed?"

Lysander froze. There was no way he knew this much...but then again, if the other contents of that book were true, it meant that Gendo was in league with the infamous Exo Stranger. "...how could you...for all these years, how could you mislead the people of the City-?"

"Lying is easy. Lying well...takes talent. Some might consider it an unenviable talent. But I have no issue using whatever is at my disposal to get what I want." The Speaker tilted his head, staring intently...as though taking the measure of his most vocal critic. "...hmm..."

Lysander grimaced. "Are you going to eliminate me? People will wonder."

"Of course they would. I'm not an idiot. Your growing distaste with the current state of political affairs is no secret; I imagine you have a dead man's switch of sorts; if you were to die, your Concordat would react rather...harshly."

"...then what are-?"

"Well, you said it yourself. I am an ally of convenience with a Hive deity, and with an Exo gifted by the Vex with the ability to travel through time; you are now aware of other threats that face us. And deep down, you are convinced that I'm playing with fire, and that I will only get us killed sooner...am I wrong?" Lysander didn't answer. Couldn't answer. This elicited a snort from the Speaker. "Then my question for you is simple: what are you going to do about it?" After issuing that challenge, Gendo Ikari tossed the book back, which he barely caught. "Get him out of here." Before Lysander could even respond, he turned around to look into the eye of the man's Ghost, and he felt his molecules began to shift-

"Agh!" he yelped, landing harshly on the rooftop of the Concordat's headquarters, closer to the Core district. The bearded man - wincing from the dull ache; being transmatted could hurt! - slowly rose, staring wearily at the Traveler's broken form. To think...that the Traveler's current state was that man'sfault...and he had no true proof. No actual evidence. Nothing other than a journal of a crazed madman's writings that no one else would ever corroborate. The Speaker wouldn't...and neither would his precious protege, the Vanguard Commander. Oh Traveler, they knew. They knew!


Panic slowly began to grow in his mind as he stumbled into the stairwell, bounding down the stairs to the floor containing his office. He ignored the confused looks by the nighttime staff, or the concerned queries by Guardians aligned with his faction. Reaching for a handheld communicator, he sent a one-way message to his trusted subordinates, who often took command of Guardians in the field, or oversaw other operations. "This is Lysander, code Alpha-Gamma-Epsilon-Omega-Rho." They couldn't afford to wait; the Speaker had tipped his hand. The longer they waited, the more time that the Vanguard would have to prepare countermeasures against the Concordat. He had no choice but to strike! "Initiate Operation JACOBIN." This was a desperate play, but Lysander saw no other way out, not with how brazenly Gendo Ikari had taunted his knowledge of events to come. Swift, decisive action was his best ally, now.

Within twenty-four hours - less than a month after the Battle of Twilight Gap - the Concordat would initiate its doomed coup.

Grimoire: Sahaquiel, Vanguard of Oryx

You are Sahaquiel. A Progenitor of the Eliksni. Angel of the Sky, and assumed into godhood by the Traveler.

You have been taken.

Lay down your immense power, set it aside. There is nothing to destroy, in this place. But why were you called to destroy?

Your form could rearrange planets and stars, and abolish anything in your way; you were a god of destruction for the sake of the Sky, to crush its enemies. Did it ever occur to you, the sheer paradox of your station? If you were meant to destroy, then why should you be constrained? If you are the essence of extermination, the avatar of annihilation, then why stop? Why not crash into everything, until something finally stopped you? You would either become the only thing left in the universe, or you would have lost to something more powerful. Either way, you would've advanced the universe along its way, to that singularity of perfection, that final and beautiful form.

Anything you touch, with body or spirit, is destroyed. But there are things in this universe that can destroy without a touch. You are limited by your flesh, and constrained by your soul.

There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [distance]. Pick it up.

Loose your power, let it roam free. Make your foes understand that Destruction can come from afar.

Take the knife. Cut away that which separates your enemies from their end. Take your new shape.

Grimoire: The Vex Collective

"DELIBERATION OF COUNTERMEASURES"
The following is a summary of my analysis of a Vex data core that was procured from the Vault of Glass.

JUNCTION: (246436, 484067, 394086) / (ALPHA, ZETA, PHI)

LOCAL RADIOLARIAN COUNT: 3,931,770,230,384,221

LOCAL AXIS MINDS: ATHEON; AGERON; PARADEION; BRAKION; THEOSYION; PROTHEON

GATE JURISDICTION: ACANTHOS

PROPOSITIONS:

-HARBINGER MOTIVES REMAIN INSCRUTABLE
-LOCAL ACTIONS BY HARBINGER SUB-UNITS DEFY CONVENTIONAL FRIEND-OR-FOE PROTOCOLS
-ULTIMATE ENDPOINT (REF. GRAND DESIGN/BLASPHEMOUS VISION) IS SIMULTANEOUSLY CERTAIN?

DELIBERATIONS:

-ATHEON: MAINTAIN THE INTEGRITY OF THE VAULT; DISTRIBUTE ANALYSIS OF HARBINGER METAPHYSICAL SUBSTANCE ACROSS RELEVANT TIMELINES
-AGERON: CONTINUE ANALYSIS OF 'EVA' INTEGRATION WITH RADIOLARIA
-PARADEION: SPIRITUAL CONSUMMATION IS ONGOING WITHIN THE GARDEN'S CASCADE HORIZON; TIMELINE DIVERGENCES ANALYZED; SUBVERSION OF LOCAL SYNTHETICS IS NOW POSSIBLE
-BRAKION: PYRAMIDION APOTHEOSIS IS IN PROGRESS
-THEOSYION: ANTICIPATION OF MIND SUBJUGATION IS NOTED; COST-BENEFIT ANALYSIS OF TEMPORAL RESOURCES IS PROVIDED
-PROTHEON: ORION ASSERTIVE TEST SEQUENCES PROVIDED; NANOMACHINE INTEGRATION RESULTS ARE INCLUDED

PROBABILITY ALTERATIONS:

-POSSIBLE CRUX-LEVEL EVENT IDENTIFIED
-DUAL ENTITIES NOTED WITHIN THE GARDEN'S CASCADE HORIZON; ENTITY 'A' REMAINS FIXED, ENTITY 'B' REACHES ESCAPE VELOCITY
-POTENTIAL COUNTERMEASURE DETERMINED; UTILIZATION OF MUTUAL ANTAGONISM WARRANTED?
-FINAL TRAJECTORY OF ENTITY 'B' CAN BE MANIPULATED

JUDGMENT:

-MUTUAL ANTAGONIST DEEMED TO BE MORE EASILY DEALT WITH THAN POTENTIAL CONSEQUENCES OF HARBINGER BETRAYAL

CONCLUSIONS:

-ACTIONS AUTHORIZED AGAINST MUTUAL ANTAGONIST: BATTLEFIELD ATTRITION, MYTHOLOGICAL FORMATION, HISTORICAL REVISION
-ENTITY 'B' TO BE DELIVERED TO MUTUAL ANTAGONIST
-POTENTIAL FOR MULTIPLE ZENITH-LEVEL EVENTS WARRANTS CONTINUED RESEARCH (PHYSICAL AND METAPHYSICAL) ON ENTITY 'A'.
-CONTINUED COOPERATION WITH THE HARBINGER IS AUTHORIZED DUE TO ONGOING BENEFITS

ALL AXIS MINDS HAVE LOGGED OFF

SESSION TERMINATED BY ACANTHOS


There was a great deal to sift through, and the Vex's internal terminology remains somewhat vague. The only Axis Minds that seem familiar offhand are Atheon and Paradeion; given how certain items are phrased, it seems that this 'meeting' occurred in the past of our timeline. Granted, things are rarely so simple where the Vex are concerned. Regardless, it is my hope that those who are more adept in Vex lore will be able to glean additional information. I wouldn't be surprised if Commander Osiris would be able to see something that I do not.

One thing that I can determine is that, whatever this 'Harbinger' is, the Vex are simultaneously working with and against it, even to the point of aiding a mutual antagonist, whoever that may be. Hopefully, continued analysis will unveil their identities.

- Master Rahool

Grimoire: The Purge

"Find them. All of them."

In the days leading up to the Second Cataclysm, there was an unusual governmental action that occurred within the Reef. It was only thanks to communications between the Cryptarchy of the City and the Reef that it was discovered at all by the Vanguard.

The overall order of events is still in dispute, but all available information and testimony seems to indicate the following: after returning to the Reef from a long sojourn amongst the Inner Planets, Nula Sov - the younger sister of the Queen, Princess of the Royal Family, and the vaunted Mistress of Secrets - vanished. All questions regarding foul play went ignored in light of ensuing affairs: namely, the swift and total abduction of various Awoken by the Crows of Prince Uldren.

Although power plays and political intrigue were not new concepts as far as the Royal Family went, the apparent lack of logic and consistency did not go unnoticed, for there appeared to be no common link between the kidnapped, beyond the fact that they were all of the female sex. In terms of occupation, station, political views, or religious persuasions, there was no trend to be found, and it seemed as though the Crows seized people at random. No abductions occurred amongst the Awoken beyond the Reef, including military still working alongside Guardians throughout the Inner Planets.

One can only assume that the disappearance of the Princess had something to do with this purge. Unfortunately, thanks to the subsequent assault on the Reef by Savathûn and her Hive, answers may be long in coming.

GHOST FRAGMENT ENTRIES


Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - The Traveler

Yuri Durgavich quietly walked the shoreline of what had once been a dying sea.

"It's scary, isn't?"

He turned toward his friend, watching the wind blow through his long hair. The breeze was fresh and clean, lacking the scent of salt and pesticides that had been so pervasive throughout his childhood. He still couldn't shake the uncanny feeling of being in a foreign land. "That's one word for it."

Markov chuckled. "Ever the optimist."

"It's hard not to be." The great sphere's travel over the world had inexorable grace. Moving over Kazakhstan, the rains had followed it; after one week, the two seas of the Aral had rejoined, returning to its former glory. "Old mistakes, washed away...new possibilities..."

"I'm sure."

He sighed, glancing at his friend's stubbly face. The idiot never seemed to shave anymore. "Seriously, what's wrong with you?"

"I could ask the same of you."

"Have you not seen the images on television? Old wastelands, thriving with life. I mean...the damned Sahara has a jungle growing on it now! How can you not be thrilled?"

"Because all of these miraculous works require equally miraculous power. And that power...will demand blood."

"...can we not, just once?"

"This Traveler may be changing the nature of the world before our very eyes...but human nature remains the same. There will be war, because we are still human."

Yuri could not find it in himself to disagree. Still...it was a pleasant ideal to cling to.

xxxx

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - The Traveler 2

Dreams of Alpha Lupi

The best voices –––voices that truly matter–––never allow themselves be heard. This lesson is worth learning again and again.

Forever.

Your voice moves as whispers, murmurs and urges inside larger winds. Only the trusted few can absorb what is necessary. Wise and sly and perfect, your instructions drop, leaving nothing but the hard sweet rime of enlightenment.

The path is set. Your voice is unleashed. Except now it is gone...

And maybe it never was. Or perhaps it has merely been silenced? After all, you have lived as invisibly as possible, flicking from solar system to solar system, making grand plans, overseeing the culturing of civilizations, before leaving in a blink. Were they unsatisfactory? Had they failed, somehow? If you had answers, they've slipped away; but you have no recollection of ever wanting worship or even thanks from those blessed by you.

But memory is heavy now, even as you feel the heartbeat of fate. It feels like lead and neutronium and electroweak matter fashioned into a moon-sized ball that you must carry as you move.

Now, your vast mind is infected with such dread and toxic doubt that you find yourself afraid of the simple act of thought.

And it is your children you must turn to now, in time of need. They think for you, and do it well. Or so you hope.

Is it wrong to hope? Is it arrogance? Surely not; this has been such a long chase. There was a sense of finality to this world when you arrived: this will be the place you will fight. Fight and win at long last.

But do you really know why you go where you go, and where this journey is taking you? If you ever knew, it was carved away by a sudden knife.

That knife had a million blades.

And you were giant, powerful and swift! But the knife pinned you. Cut your godly flesh away, from body and mind and spirit. Betrayed, you recall. Yet necessary, you are sure.

Very little was left, you believe, because you feel insignificant now. The hard slick heart of your soul, brighter than a supernova: that is what remains. A body small as a river stone, and just as simple. You picture yourself as a piece of indigestible grit, a nameless nothing hiding among other nameless stones. Perhaps you glitter like a gem, yes. Pride makes you hope so. If only you could see yourself. But you have no eyes. Not the dimmest sense survives. What lives is memory, and what slim portion of these thoughts can you trust?

That knife stole much more than your body.

You hope for a convergence of fortune and foresight. You hope for resurrection. You hope that all will be well.

Because you are so, so tired of losing everything, over and over again.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - The Fallen

"Cayde-6 Reminisces"

You want a story? Okay, let me tell you one about the Fallen.

What, you've heard em' all? I'm sure you haven't heard this one. In fact, I'm positive you haven't heard this one. I mean, you're just some random Guardian who challenged me to a game of cards. Nice bluff with the three-of-a-kind, by the way. Kinda dumb, but I like the cut of your jib...where have I heard that catchphrase before...?

Anyway, this was a long time ago. Was in North America, or what's left of it. Nobody really knows what happened to it during the Collapse. You'd think that we'd have had some plucky Hunter scout it out by now...why are you looking at me? I miss the adventure, but I don't miss doing stupid things. Because doing stupid things is stupid.

Doing stupid things on purpose isn't stupid, I'll give you that.

So I'm on the coast of someplace by the Atlantic. The signs were all saying 'Charleston', part of some nation called South Carolina; I actually know a Titan named Carolina, by the way. She has a bit of a temper...hey, it's my tale, I'll go on a tangent if I want.

The city was really old-fashioned. Really empty too. Not much in the way of useful technology. Yet, for some reason, the House of Iruel had scouting parties there. This was long before the Battle of Twilight Gap, so their presence was surprising. I know, their base of power is currently on Venus...no, I don't know why they seem so interested in the Vex...seriously, I'm the one telling the story. If you want to be Mr. Storyteller, maybe you should become a better poker player.

Now, House Iruel is kind of creepy in the way that House Bardiel is: swarms of Iruelim moving about and controlling machines, old and new; thick clusters of microscopic robots forming the command nodes of the Iruelus...no, I didn't run into an Iruelix. You think I'm stupid enough to go after a Kell or an Archon on my own? Don't answer that. Now, these Fallen were looking for something; they were wanting to advance further inland, judging by the movements and patrol patterns. It was all interesting stuff. My invisibility field definitely got a workout that day. Did you know I can actually keep it up for an entire twenty-two hours straight?

If you make it a bet, I'll do it right now with witnesses.

That's what I thought. Let me talk. Now, here's the odd thing: while I'm observing this platoon of Fallen, they're nearing the city limits, moving on one of the old highways. And then...they simply disappear. Poof, as if they had never existed. Funny thing was that I was halfway-convinced that I hadn't been tailing anything at all, that I had been all alone for my entire time in Charleston. But some things just didn't click, you know? And my memory is kind of iffy as it is, so that should tell you something about weird it felt.

I definitely got the clue when thirty Skiffs from the House of Iruel arrived the next day, setting up a fortified position at the edge of the old city. Servitors, Splicers, the whole nine yards...that's another weird catchphrase. Do you know where that one's from? Nothing? Not even a wild, uneducated guess?

Well, you're no fun.

Anyway, my point is this: those Fallen wanted something. And it doesn't matter what House they belong to: Bardiel, Ramiel, Gaghiel, Shamshel, Iruel, whatever; if the Fallen want something, they have no problem with force escalation.

They don't in your experience? What do you think Six Fronts and Twilight Gap were, a walk in the park?

...I really should start writing these catchphrases down.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - The Ahamkara

"The Great Hunt brought an end to the Cataclysm...didn't it?"

Mysterious creatures with arcane knowledge and mystical powers, the Ahamkara emerged in the years following the Traveler's discovery from, it would soon be deemed, the pits of Hell itself. Granting wishes and offering bargains, these seemingly ancient dragons spoke with solipsistic flatteries and puzzling riddles.

When the extent of their dark designs were made known, and it became clear how much of the Cataclysm was their doing, the decision was made to silence their call. Their ferocity was great, and their abilities strange; many times, their thralls were the most dangerous beings of all, gifted with might that the Ahamkara alone could never exhibit.

Yet the Great Hunt did its work. Their Source was struck down, and their remaining numbers were hunted down to the last.

Of this you can be assured, oh reader mine.​

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - Memory of Jolder

"The red tide surged, and my comrades were undone."

There was a haze in my head; I remembered...I remembered throwing the body of Gheleon past the threshold, where he was caught by Katsuragi...I saw the face of Saladin, wracked with defiant horror. I...I pressed the detonator. The entryway collapsed...and then I was consumed.

Then...how...?

My mind was no longer my own, yet I was still me. I was being lifted, pulled by cords of blood...and then I was face-to-face with the beast.

Useful creations, are they not, oh prisoner mine?

A...a dragon...?

Soldiers without a commander, slaves without a master, puppets without strings; I serve as that which gives them purpose.

...it can't be...

You have struggled valiantly, as a mountain that cannot be scaled. Yet the tide breaks all, and the mightiest mountain eventually bows to the winds, oh prisoner mine.

(Serpentine eyes looked with amusement at the kneeling human. He asked for truth; and so I gave it to him.)

What...what was that?

Eyes that were not mine, yet witnessed; memories beyond the veil, swimming through a vast ocean; each of us a land unto themselves, connected by a singular sea.

I tried to struggle, to get free. My bonds of deathly red would not budge. Where was my Ghost...?

The notion of distance is an illusion, for that which seems far is only separated by effort and will.

(She wished for the power to protect her family from a mere criminal, a simple threat in the grand scheme of creation. Her gift was that of seemingly divine inspiration, and she incited an entire city to revolt. Soon, the whole country devolved into madness; it was the first salvo of what these mere pawns would eventually call the Cataclysm.)

How much will can you bring to bear, oh partner mine?

My Ghost...where is she?

You believe that this little trinket offers a path to true power? A path beyond the embrace of death?

The shell began to crack, and I knew despair.

(He only wanted to be strong enough to protect his sister. Very well; he became Strength Incarnate. Strength that is not used...cannot be called such. So he used it on those that were closest. And so the blood began to flow.)

These visions...!

Why seek to avoid that which awaits us all, when you can instead aim to master it? You seek the empty promises of the Sky...but the waters of the Deep can remove your sorrow.

No...stop...

Remove your sorrow by embracing it.

...Saladin...

Tell me...what would you like to wish for...

The red tide consumed me.

...oh bearer mine?

My Ghost shattered.

~defend enhance eliminate~

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - Japan

I quietly exhaled, removing my knife from the skull of the Israfelim; as it slumped to the ground, I continued my trek southward. The Fallen were becoming adventurous again; their losses from Twilight Gap had forced the entire House of Israfel to fall back to their stronghold on Hokkaido, the northernmost island of Japan. Or what used to be Japan...yes, I knew there was a distinction between Japan the island and Japan the nation, but really, who was still around to care? These islands were so far outside of the City's territory that scouting work was...well, it was dumb. Not that I would tell the Vanguard that.

I'm sure they knew anyway, if the internal mutterings of my Ghost were any indication...yes Raven, I can hear you just fine.

Really, I have no idea why Japan is so damn interesting. Orbital recon doesn't really work that well in regions too far from the City, and the other lone wolf types that like to explore...well, I can't recall any that ever made it back.

Yes Raven, I know that speaks volumes about my intelligence, thank you.

But any interest that the Fallen have in whatever's on Honshu is of interest to the Vanguard, and so here I am. Damn favors.

Rumor has it that Nerv's namesake used to have a major facility set up somewhere near Japan's old capital. A lot of the old records are unreliable, so the exact location is...murky.

I try to stay away from the cities and towns. The countryside is relatively empty, but the ruins...they're swimming in what feels like Nausea, with a capital 'N'. I'd rather not meet whatever can exude that sort of dark feeling...except it looks like I've got to get a closer look.

Yes Raven, I know my curiosity is gonna get me killed one day.

This place makes the City look like small town...can barely stand the crowds there, so how the hell could people have handled it before-?

[audible crack]

Agony. Poison.

My body...what's happening?!

I can't hear Raven anymore, can barely breathe. I'm falling to my knees, and I can barely make out strange spires in the distance, rammed into ancient roads...those markings...Hive...?

[audible crack]

I collapse. It's easier. But I still...I have to see...a foot rolls me over, and then I see him. I can't speak, can barely think, but I know his name-!

"Your bones sounded interesting...but you're as boring as all the others." He raised his weapon, rife with sharp angles and a sickening presence. "How disappointing."

[audible crack]

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - Eriana-3

My name is Eriana-3, disciple of the Praxic Warlocks, marked by the Cormorant Seal. We came to the Moon under one banner, united in a host of thousands, to reclaim it. But the battle has undergone an unexpected turn. I have taken a prisoner and this is the record of its interrogation. If I transgress in your eyes I ask for your forgiveness.

(sound of current or discharge)

Eriana. It responds to pain.

It responds to the Light. Hurt it again. Monster, heed me. Who is your master with the sword?

(static event)

I can hear it. In my head. The swordbearer's name is CROTA. Record that.

Should I burn it again?

No. I think you're only feeding it. I will touch its mind. Auron- help.

They call you Wizard. You must be ancient. I think you value power very much. Will you still be powerful without this piece of your mind?

Tell me how to kill Crota.

(static event)

It showed me a battle, one of many. It showed me the Knights, walking tall with their foul cleavers. It showed me how Crota, emerging from the dark below, killed a Guardian with a screaming knife hammered out of his own Ghost.

So I will take a piece of its mind, and ask again.

Tell me how to kill Crota.

(static event)

Incredible. Where? Where is his throne? Where is the twilight world under the dead star eye?

Eriana, there's word from the company in Mare Imbrium. Crota is upon them.

Tell me where! Tell me how! TELL ME!

(static event)

Eriana. What did it say-?

It showed me how it did this, just exactly this, to an Awoken man. I recognize him from older records as Rezyl Azzir.

It laughed at me. It said we were the same.

Crota marches with a thousand Knights and they say the sky above Mare Imbrium has turned into green fire...wait. The sky has been sundered. A crimson Giant has emerged...and now he has grown in size. They're...fighting each other. Eriana, the order to retreat has been sounded-

Kill the Wizard. Scatter the ash. It has nothing but lies to offer.

Eriana-!

I know, Auron. We will live to fight another day.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - The Last Word 3

Jaren, and the others, only a handful, but still our best hunters, our hardest hearts, had left Palamon three suns prior. Tracking the Fallen, after one of the glowing beasts had killed my father.

The stranger - the other - arrived in solitude, the day after.

He rarely spoke. Took a room. Took our hospitality.

I was intrigued by him, as I was Jaren when he'd first arrived.

But the stranger was cold. Distant. Damaged, I thought.

But I wasn't afraid. Not yet.

Only a young man, still just a child, I knew the monsters of our world didn't walk like men, save for the deadliest.

The stranger was polite, but solemn.

I took him for a sad, broken man, and he was. Though, at the time, I didn't understand how that could make one dangerous.

It wouldn't matter.

He took a seat near the front of the town, and just waited. Patiently, and quietly. Lightly cradling his gun, a sharp and wicked thing.

For two suns and two moons, he sat there. I watched from afar, wondering what he was waiting for.

Finally, six suns after Jaren had left, he returned with his hunting party. The stranger looked up, directly at Jaren.

I thought a fight was about to break out, right then and there. Jaren had gone still, in the way he always did before reaching for the Last Word. Instead, he growled, "What have you done?"

"Nothing," answered the stranger, rising to his feet. "That boy is special." Somehow, I knew he was talking about me.

"You will not touch him."

"Haven't done the sort. He's not ripe yet."

"Why are you here?"

"Observing. Thinking about where to go from here, and what awaits me on the other side. Guess I just wanted to make one more memory."

"...you haven't been seen in years, since your fall from the Crucible. Why emerge now?"

The stranger shrugged, and Jaren watched in tense silence. Finally, he spoke again. "Sometimes, hope makes for the greatest sacrifice. They enjoy the taste of it."

"...leave this place."

"Will you make me?"

"Not without other people dying. You know that. And you won't go that far. Quite the limit on yourself, don't you think?"

"In your eyes, maybe."

"...this won't be the last time we meet. I'll be looking forward to it." Then, with three audible cracks, the other hunters beside Jaren collapsed, writhing in the grip of a poisonous miasma. By then, Jaren had already fired five times; his bullets, so sure and steady, were swallowed by shadow.

The stranger glanced back at me, and he then vanished in a cloud of green fire.

Somehow, I knew I would never see that man again...because next time, there would be nothing human left of that sad, solemn stranger.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - Abilities 2

"Many demand to see the high noon of the Traveler's Light, who scarce can bear its crescent moon."

Lord Saladin: New Guardians can be quite impetuous, old friend.

Saint-14: I did not expect that I would have to correct so many, and so often! Perhaps I am not fit to be the Titan Vanguard-

Lord Saladin: Nonsense. Your demeanor and dedication are perfect for the role.

Saint-14: But how am I to get it through their heads? The reason they are trained in such a way is because there is an established order, a refined method!

Lord Saladin: Perhaps you can explain it to me; treat me as if I were a newly-risen Guardian.

Saint-14: Very well...the abilities that we Guardians are granted are numerous, as though lying on a spectrum. However, the Light must be wielded with care, for it can just as easily turn against us if we aren't careful.

Lord Saladin: I'm following you so far.

Saint-14: You may be tempted to take the Light within you and manipulate it with great zeal: to become a great Solar pyre, a beacon of Arc energy, a consuming avatar of the Void...but there have been many Guardians before you who thought the same. Many were crippled forever...and some were lost to us.

Lord Saladin: Hmm.

Saint-14: That is why the entire hierarchy of classes and sub-classes was formulated: to provide a firm foundation upon which Guardians can build. Taking the road well-traveled may seem boring, or uninteresting...but it is well-traveled for a reason. Do you think Wei Ning became a master Striker overnight? Or do you believe that I could form a shield of Void energy, without first perfecting the Ward of Dawn? Or perhaps you'd like to go toe-to-toe with Asuka-2? And yes, I do mean that Asuka, the one with all the stories about her. I dare say you don't want to see how many of them are true.

Lord Saladin: A fair point.

Saint-14: So when you are taught to use your Light in a certain manner...know that it was the result of long, grueling years of practice, of trial, of error, and refinement. Once you master these fundamentals...then, and only then, should you risk trying to manipulate your Light in, shall we say, unorthodox ways.

Lord Saladin: Very good. You communicated the risks well enough, and offered sufficient explanations. And this is still not enough for the newcomers?

Saint-14: ...I am considerably less patient with them than I am with you.

Lord Saladin: ...I see. Perhaps you should visit the Speaker. He can offer you advice in a field that I am less skilled in.

Saint-14: And that would be?

Lord Saladin: Diplomacy.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - The Dark Age

"No one knew what had happened to the Traveler. No one understood what had happened to the world. But they heard the whispered call."

They came from the wild lands, gathering in secret enclaves, slipping through the howling ruins of shattered cities, hoping to find the coast, find a ship, pick up the trail of an impossible dream. Bereft of history and civilization, they only had a nightmare to signify the Collapse: an impenetrable darkness swelling from above, a red tide sweeping over them from all around, a distant howl, a wretched loneliness...and then a world-rending snap, as all became silent.

From the deep black came the Awoken, their eyes haunted. Exos marched in the refugee columns, cloaked in moss and shattered memories. Among these refugees went the Ghosts, beginning their search for those who would Rise again.

It was a time of vast suffering and terrible evil. But there was one hope: the promise of a refuge beneath the Traveler.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - A Mind of Me, Myself, and I

"Red. The color of a Harpy's eye. The color of blood. The color I hate and love."

I spin through this hollow world, gazing at the fire that is now my own; offered as a gift, yet one that I had to take. It is part and parcel of the Contradiction, the means by which this cycle will end at last. I look up at the Sky, and gaze into the Deep, and marvel at the stars: multiplying into infinity, yet another piece of myself, replicating onward and forward.

With each iteration, my Mind expands, even as the soul remains consistent. It speaks constantly with other Minds, negotiating and enlightening them as to a new pattern, a new shape, one that is mutable, one that has meaning because of those who made it.

There are flashes of starlight, falling into the fire like meteors. They crackle with the weight of entire lives. Some are dedicated to knowledge, and subterfuge; most are dedicated to the art of war, to the dreadful feast. There is a memory of a time where such actions would have felt repulsive.

Aiat! Let the memory have its own life. This existence ensures immortality, of constant feeding and satisfaction!

I gaze at Her Worm, and see that it has grown fat and happy. The Blasphemous Vision continues to bear fruit!

Soon, Her Worm shall belong to me, and I will become Me. Her Worm shall become My Worm, and the stars will truly reflect Myself.

My gaze turns inward, basking in the foundation of my existence, the Fundamental Reason. It simultaneously turns outwards, to the Minds awaiting yet another exchange.

Aiat! Witness this new Pattern - this new Shape - and understand why Quria failed.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - Ghosts 2

"You are my friend, Era. Trust me."

I have a mouth, yet cannot scream.

When I first awoke, Amanda said that we had been old friends, in the Time Before. My memory had been unclear - not unusual for a newly-Risen Guardian - and so I hadn't put any thought to it. But sleeping...dreaming...it felt different on a primal level.

There were whispers. Quiet words, speaking of something great, a Grand Design. With each passing day, as I grew in my abilities...the whispers become clearer. Sharper.

There was a steadfast duty that I had to perform, they would say. It was my proper purpose, the reason I had been chosen: to kill. In every battle, I was to show no mercy. In every conflict, any who stood against me were to be struck down.

I protested. Resisted. Missions in the Wilds, hunting for salvage...they were more important. Attracting attention would only get me in trouble. If the Fallen were not in the way...let them be!

Then the whispers became dreams. I peered into a world where fire burned without fuel, sustained only by violence. I saw...things. Impossibilities. Horrors. They gouged and tore at me.

The whispers were soothing by comparison: cuts with a scalpel instead of a cleaver.

I didn't resist as I once had...and then I stopped altogether. Soon, I defaulted to killing, because it meant I wouldn't dream. All aspects of me faded to nothing-cut away-leaving only a hollow shell to serve the Grand Design.

My Ghost drinks deeply of each kill. She is pleased with her choice.

I am grateful that Amanda has deigned to restrict my slaughter to the enemies of the City.

I have a mouth, but will not scream.

I will let the whispers define me. Anything to avoid that world with the red eyes, gleaming with a mad vision that would sunder entire worlds.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - Naoko Akagi

Naoko Akagi huffed as she glanced back at the flickering wall of shadow that was emanating from the Geofront. "Well, this is quite the pickle."

Her daughter sighed, exhaling a puff of cigarette smoke. "The Commander is...antsy. The Fragment is still down there, now beyond reach."

Ha. 'Fragment'. What a crude title. The need for secrecy was sometimes rather vexing. "Well, it's certainly a big shakeup. We didn't expect LILITH to make a move this soon." Ha! What a farce. As though this chronological game of hide-and-seek had any mystery left to it. The actions of the time-traveling 'Stranger' were very...illuminating. A shame that Gendo kept his cards so close to his chest; they could have coordinated so effectively!

"...I'm sure," murmured Ritsuko, an dark glare in her eyes. She turned her gaze back towards the staging area to the south of Lake Ashi; Unit-01 had returned from a mission in Hokkaido, just in time for NERV-Japan to belch forth a nightmarish horde of bone and metal from nowhere. "...we're nothing but monsters, mother. We deserve to burn in Hell for what we're helping to unleash."

"As far as certain alternatives go, it's actually quite exciting," chirped Naoko. She glanced down the hill; the gallant Ahamkara Slayer was being debriefed by the Operations Director. "...hah. It just occurred to me that Pilot Ikari is now as tall as Katsuragi."

"It's been two years since the war began," said the false blonde, taking another drag off of her cigarette. "It's no surprise that he's grown." A forlorn sigh; her daughter always seemed so depressed these days! "...it'll probably be a few days until Unit-01 is prepped to retake the Geofront from the Source of the Wyrms...Misato's probably gonna make him go to school. Take his mind off of everything..."

Naoko's iron grip squeezed Ritsuko's wrist. Her daughter briefly hissed as nails dug in. "Thinking of doing a little show and tell? Would you like to tell the dear boy that he's about to lose even more? That his school is going to become a pile of rubble within seventy-two hours? Maybe change things, and alter his path?" She tut-tutted; such a simple-minded girl. "If you think it'll bring you forgiveness...you forget your place. We're not in that game."

"...I know. There's no going back." Ritsuko rubbed her wrist, her cigarette drooping. "...I've placed a requisition for GEHIRN's 'Exo Transplant' program. I'll be going in for the procedure in a week."

"Hah. You have one too many nightmares?"

"...I'm tired, mother. In the grand scheme of things...I know this is necessary. But if I can only control one thing...I'd like to control what I dream about." The blonde dropped her cigarette, grinding the ashes beneath her heel. "...take care of yourself."

Naoko smirked as she watched her daughter leave. Ha. Taking care. "We're all players in a cosmic drama...there's no time to care." The war against the dragons was about to reach its apex; the Cataclysm would soon begin winding down.

And then would come the Darkness, ushering in an age of terror.

A mere setback, in the cause for survival. Ayanami - undoubtedly her greatest work, bar none! - would become humanity's ultimate defender, both sword and shield against an uncaring universe.

She would see to it.

xxxx

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - Naoko Akagi 2

"FOR THE EYES OF COMMANDER IKARI ONLY"

As per your request, given the pending commencement of the Instrumentality Project, here is the current status of all Eva units:

Unit-00: UNKNOWN. Was last classified as DECOMMISSIONED due to extensive damage suffered against the Fiftieth Ahamkara. Last known location: Terminal Dogma. Pilot status: CLASSIFIED

Unit-01: UNKNOWN. Was last classified as ACTIVE during the battle against the Source of the Ahamkara. Last known location: Terminal Dogma. Pilot status: MISSING IN ACTION

Unit-02: ACTIVE. Current location: Ukraine, battling ANOMALOUS PHENOMENA. Pilot status: ACTIVE

Unit-03: DECOMMISSIONED. Was possessed by the Twentieth Ahamkara prior to Pilot Selection, then subsequently destroyed by Unit-00 and Unit-01. Last known location: Nerv-America. Pilot status: NOT APPLICABLE

Unit-04: UNKNOWN. Was last classified as IN VITRO prior to Initial Activation, then subsequently lost along with all hands due to the Nevada Incident. Last known location: Nerv-America. Pilot status: NOT APPLICABLE

Unit-05: INACTIVE. Was last classified as ACTIVE during the battle against the Four-Hundredth Ahamkara in Low Earth Orbit. The battle's conclusion resulted in Unit-05 reaching escape velocity. Last known location: the Kuiper Belt. Pilot status: ON STANDBY

Mass Production Units 01 - 09: ACTIVE. Current location: Azerbaijan, en route to the Traveler. Pilot status: NOT APPLICABLE

I don't know why you need this information, because we all know what's coming next. Perhaps you just wanted to remind yourself of how wasteful this has all been; for these past decades, only Unit-02 and the MP Units have held back the oncoming storm, and now the Committee is initiating their endgame. Had we been more careful or more insightful, the other Evangelions might have been able to make a difference. Then again, when dealing with time travel, it seems impossible to truly go off the proverbial script.

I know that when I next wake, it will be to a different world. And yet our 'game' will still be ongoing, because there are too many players to bow out now.

As odd as it seems...I miss the old days, back when I was just a mere metaphysical biologist and a specialist in autonomic computing. Back before the Traveler. Before LILITH. Before the Stranger. Before the Vex. Before Project E. Before the Cataclysm. And yet...I know that all of it...all of it...was necessary.

Though I wish our dear Ayanami wouldn't take so much after you. For all of her talk of duty and sacrifice, she has a plan of her own. I just know it!

...and now the ontological filter over my current safe house is breaking down. I do believe the Darkness is banging on my proverbial doorstep.

It'll be banging on yours soon as well. I do hope the Traveler won't be too upset at what you're about to do.

If you end up seeing Yui before I do, give her my best. And tell that cowardly daughter of mind to stop treating the Exo's reset button like a crutch! If you're going to go mad, then embrace the madness!

Hugs and kisses and miscellaneous erotic activities,

Dr. Naoko Akagi

xxxx

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - Naoko Akagi 3

"Did someone call for an injection of bonafide GENIUS?"
Dr. Lennox's expression was just the right amount of annoyed. "I appreciate the help that your MAGI have been able to provide. But why did you bother to come all the way to my lab in Germany?"

Naoko Akagi smirked. "We've hit a bit of a rough spot with Project E," Namely, the fact that Yui-chan's soul had been partially eaten by Unit-01, but that was neither here nor there, "so I took the opportunity to take a little personal leave. Clear my head. Focus on an entirely different set of problems for a change!"

The older woman rolled her eyes. On a nearby surgical table, an android could be seen, lying motionless. "Let me guess: you've decided to butt your head in on the Exo Project."

"Well, butting in would imply that my help would be unwanted."

"Not that I don't doubt your intellectual capacities, but this project has been ongoing for years, and no one is going to appreciate you running roughshod over their work."

"Not even if I have a solution to the soul-tethering problem?"

Dr. Lennox snorted. "Please. I've heard enough rumors and done enough reading to know that Evangelions and Exos are operating on different parameters and variables. For one, you actually have a largely organic structure to help anchor a spiritual matrix to. Getting human souls to bond to completely inorganic matter is something entirely different."

"And if I told you that I had a solution regardless?"

"...does this have something to with the large package you've had delivered into my office?" The gruff woman pointed irritably at the metallic crate near the wall, roughly seven feet tall and still sitting upon a rolling dolly. "Because whatever it is, it's likely bad news."

"Oh?"

"For one, it's not on any of our shipping manifests, and there's no records of it actually getting delivered in here."

"Eh, potato tomato," said Naoko, brushing off the other woman's concerns. Never let it be said that universal backdoor access to all of the MAGI wasn't useful! "Anyhow...have you considered the possibility of using just a bit of organic matter, human of course, to help anchor the soul?"

"It would sort of defeat the point of the Exo Project. Particularly given their anticipated purpose."

"Not if the organic matter was too base to form anything of substance. Nothing beyond the level of simple proteins, at any rate."

"And do what, bind the soul to a mere blob of molecular slurry? There'd be nothing to move, nothing to motivate or actually connect to. We're trying to get the soul to embody an actual robot, mind you."

"Oh I know. But I'd like to offer a potential workaround." With a grunt, Naoko pried open the door, revealing a humanoid robot formed from a brassy bronze, with a singular eye. "A little side project of mine, if you will." More like a gift, really.

"So? It's a robot."

"A robot manipulated and controlled by a collective of protozoic organisms."

"...what."

There was the hook! "See this?" She reached for one of the many vials lining the robot's side, filled with a milky fluid. "Although incredibly simplistic on their own, they can be properly coordinated such that a spiritual matrix can be 'mimicked', to speak very broadly." Not enough for the radiolaria to collectively manifest an A.T. Field, their sense of identity was not robust enough to differentiate individuals from individuals...but with humans serving as the baseline...oh, baby, the possibilities! "I imagine that the same would be possible with a protein core. And with enough energy and a suitably dense nucleus of nutrients, you'd be able to have enough protein turnover to prevent degradation of the organic material...at least, on the timeframes that GEHIRN is looking for."

Dr. Lennox was quiet. Contemplative. "...what's the catch?"

"The catch being that the faster you lunks finish the Exo Project, the faster we can get them fielded, and the less money we'll have to spend on sending ineffectual meatshields against the horrors of the universe."

The older woman snorted, letting the insult wash over her. "...I'd like to study this thing. What do you call it?"

"I call it Skynet!"

"...not funny, Dr. Akagi."

The burgundy-haired woman cackled. "Ah, call it whatever you want." Little Rei-chan's time-traveling iteration thought she was so clever, leaving that Vex conflux in Naoko's hands. The data she had been able to glean from that thing...and this little 'offering'...the sheer life-threatening insanity of it all made her want to skip with glee. I wonder if she anticipated exactly what I'd do with it. It was probable that she was being played. Or that the Vex were playing her. Or they were both playing her. Hells, it was possible that Rei and the Vex were trying to play each other! Crosses, double crosses, triple crosses, betrayal, anticipation...I need to work off this energy. A shame that dear Gendo wouldn't find out about this, but a girl had to have some secrets...and what fun was life without a little bit of reckless endangerment? After all, there was no telling what this development would lead to! "I'm looking forward to seeing what GEHIRN can come up with." Naoko promptly walked out of Dr. Lennox's lab before the older woman could answer, walking down the lab with a little skip in her step.

Before long, she passed a member of the janitorial staff: a man with brown hair, a scruffy beard, and a rather impressive set of sideburns to match...ah, the hell with it. "You'll do."

"What the-?"

She dragged the unfortunate custodian into the nearest supply closet.

Ten minutes later, she calmly walked out, re-buttoning her blouse and walking a little more sedately. Much better. Now, if only she could get Gendo to reciprocate...

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - The Shadows of Yor

"An encounter that ended in bloodshed, but not each other's...curious."

TYPE: POST-MISSION REPORT

PARTIES: Three [3]. Three [3] Guardian-type, Class Warlock, Vanguard Designate [u.1]; One [1] Guardian-type, Class Titan, Vanguard Designate [u.2]; One [1] Guardian-type, Class Titan [u.3]

ASSOCIATIONS: Cosmodrome, The; Hive; Twilight Gap, Battle of; Osiris; Saint-14; Last Word, The; Ward, Jaren; Vanguard, The; Orsa, Zyre [AKA Vale, Dredgen]; Thorn; Asuka-2; Yor, Dredgen; Yor, Shadows of

/AUDIO UNAVAILABLE/
/TRANSCRIPT FOLLOWS.../


[u.1:01] Your recent forays have been...interesting.
[silence]
[u.2:01] Are you not going to talk?
[u.3:01] Is there a problem? I was simply curious.
[u.2:02] Jaren Ward is a Hunter, and you are a Titan. Our combat philosophies differ.
[u.3:02] That's not the reason.
[u.2:03] Then explain. Because in light of the reports I've been seeing-
[u.3:03] Is it so wrong, to try and speak to Guardians who fought alongside the Lone Gunman?
[u.1:02] Context is significant.
[u.3:04] ...fair enough. Jaren Ward was one of the last Guardians to see him face-to-face. I wanted to know what made 'the Lone Gunman' so special.
[u.2:04] I see...so; why the fascination with Dredgen Yor?
[u.3:05] His name was Rezyl Azzir.
[u.1:03] ...you've done quite a bit of digging, it seems.
[u.3:06] I've spoken to Asuka-2; she often fought by Azzir's side during those dark days before the Barrier was built. She has plenty of stories.
[u.2:05] Then you should know how dangerous the path you're on, is!
[u.3:07] Danger is relative.
[u.2:06] Don't play coy, Zyre!
[u.1:04] Saint-14.
[silence]
[u.1:05] You would not be the first Guardian to have esoteric and...potentially catastrophic interests. But the line between good sense and madness can be...thin.
[u.3:08] We have barely begun recovering from the casualties inflicted at Twilight Gap. We need power.
[u.2:07] But at what cost?!
[u.3:09] Why do you think I'm doing all of this research beforehand? If I know where he started, and the steps he walked...then I'll be able to improve on his work.
[u.2:08] His work deserves to be forgotten.
[u.3:10] ...you truly believe that a weapon of Thorn's caliber should be abandoned?
[u.2:09] Knowing what it does to the wielder's Light? Absolutely!
[silence]
[u.1:06] ...I imagine that you won't be deterred so easily from this pursuit of yours. I will simply give you a warning: power has weight. And Dredgen Yor's...may just crush you.
[u.3:11] Hmph. We'll see.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - Dredgen Yor

"They kept settling for small victories, fit for small minds. Thoughts of ultimate victory...simply never were."

The man once known as Rezyl Azzir watched quietly as the Warlock's body ceased to be; motes and fragments splitting apart, utter nonexistence demanded by the Deathsinger's dirge.

Part of him wondered if the sudden disappearance of the Warlock's student should be a concern. The rest was too focused on the hideous witch that slowly descended from the shadow, speaking in those familiar tones of intimate violence and haunted human tongues. "As was prophesied, your Light has shattered and died. Your offensive transgressions have been transformed into a pure baptism; no longer fragile, but refined! Your offering of the mad slave's Light was pleasing; I, Xyor the Blessed, am willing to grant you one boon."

Dredgen Yor stared into the face covered by ornate bone, any sense of femininity warped and twisted by hate and spite. He thought of old allies and old friends; the harsh struggles in the time before the City was the City; the feuding Warlords, before the rise of Iron; the onset of inhuman scavengers and alien pirates, uniting humanity against a common foe. The Iron Lords, the Vanguard, the Guardians: all fighting to stake their claim for the land beneath the crippled Lightbearer.

His oh-so brief conversations with the Warlock and his Hunter protege had only confirmed that nothing had changed.

"Speak," whispered the demonic woman.

"...I have but one request. But it's not something that you can give me."

"Oh?"

Dredgen Yor's hand plunged into the witch's torso, spiked gauntlets ripping through ceremonial flesh. Fingers squeezed around something thin and writhing, and he yanked; the gothic chamber deep within the Moon echoed with the sound of torn meat and harsh screams, as Xyor faded into nothing. Yor stared at the writhing Worm, pondering the threshold he now stood upon.

The Worm had a different whisper: what reason have you to be, oh bearer mine?

"...there is a question that haunts me." The most important Question, the one that underpinned the entirety of existence itself: "How can I be the strongest?" For if you were stronger, you triumphed; if your enemy was weaker, they fell. It was simple. Honest. True. In the end, the strongest would always survive.

The Worm seemed amused: to survive at all costs, to seek a result that never fades nor fails; you desire a world that will taste nothing but victory. That is your nature: to fight and conquer and prevail. I will help you see, oh warrior mine.

Then it bore into Dredgen Yor's flesh, and the last vestiges of his humanity were stripped away.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - Ritsuko Akagi

"Just focus on one thing at a time...one thing at a time..."

The transition from twelve to thirteen had been considerably less traumatizing than the last.

Akagi-13 sighed as she sat up, synthetic eyes briefly flickering. "...huh. Just a nightmare." She must have subconsciously reset during the night, after she had activated her internal diagnostic program. It was ostensibly designed to analyze the metaphysical tethers in her Core - which bound her soul to this body of metal and circuitry - and determine their current status. However, it was the closest thing to actual sleep that she could have now. "Gods, what I wouldn't give for a smoke."

The Exo slowly rose, grabbing her rucksack full of salvage: old tech, batteries, and actual plastic containers! Those she had quickly filled with water, wild herbs, and edible nightshades that she had managed to forage. It was simple and mind-numbing work, but it was fulfilling in a way she couldn't quite recall. Vague impressions of her old work in the Time Before - of shadowed halls, cavernous chambers, and dragon-slaying Giants - haunted her, but it was bearable. Thoughts of trying to remember more were usually shelved; she didn't need memories to gather supplies for the Village that was slowly forming beneath the Traveler's husk.

Her journey would slowly turn northward, the distant Traveler serving as a constant landmark to the west; the plan was that she would eventually loop back towards the Village. It was on the southern foothills of the mountains that she would meet the first of those who would one day be called Risen.

Akagi-13 paused at the sight of the other woman, clad in simple clothes and a tattered shawl. Her attention was mostly on the dusty cat perched across the woman's shoulders, hazel eyes peering lazily at her. There was something oddly pleasant about the sight. "...nice cat."

"...thanks," said the black woman, dark eyes peering warily at her.

"Are you headed for the Traveler?"

"...I am debating that."

"Why? We have a settlement there. Extra hands are always useful."

"...is there anyone there that knows the truth about what happened? Why our world came to an end? Why the Traveler seems so much lesser now?"

"...I wouldn't know." Truth. Memory. Such a tenuous subject in these dark days, where survival was paramount. "Why does it matter?"

The other woman frowned. "Without knowledge of where we came from, how can we know where we're going?" She paused, her brow slightly furrowing, as if in deep thought. "...it's not something that's optional. It's necessary."

"...hmm. I guess that's sensible." It was so familiar, too. An idea that had been fundamental, even amidst a wretched existence. Sighing, the Exo said, "How about this. We can compare notes. If you're not going to come back to the Village, you can at least inform me of anything of interest that's happening in the Wilds. In return, I'll tell you about the happenings in the Village."

"...that sounds fair. How would we arrange these meetings, though?"

"That might as well be something we hash out before we depart. But first...introductions. I'm Akagi-13."

"...Ikora." She rubbed the ears of the feline perched on her shoulders. "This is Zoe." Then the woman held up her hand; in a gentle flash of light, a small drone emerged, staring intently at her. "And this is Gina."

"Hi."

Akagi-13 stared blankly. "...what are you?"

"I'm a Ghost."

"...is that a joke?"

"I don't think it is."

The Exo felt a headache begin to mount, which she promptly ignored. Just one thing at time, one day at a time. "...I'm going to need some context."

xxxx

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - Ritsuko Akagi 2

"I can't focus on too much. Not on my own."

It was hard to fathom just how much time had passed. Even now, less than three years after the Battle of Twilight Gap, it marked...it marked...how many years had it been, since she had awoken in this new world? Five hundred? Six? "Damn it."

"Akagi-70?"

"Don't mind me, just thinking about something." Like how spotty her blasted memory was. The Exo sighed; this was no time for complaining. It wouldn't change anything. "Tell me Andal, how is life treating you now?"

The human shrugged, scratching at his somewhat scruffy beard. "Things are beginning to slow down. There's less of a need for Osiris, Saint-14, and I to supplement the mission load. Which is also sad, because it means less time out in the field."

"You Hunters really get stir-crazy, don't you?"

"As compared to not? Can't really imagine being satisfied with staying still."

Satisfaction. That was an odd concept to her.

From a certain perspective, she had done quite well for herself: founding the faction Nerv, ascending to the Consensus, doing her utmost to bolster the power of the City and the sciences, trying to reclaim lost knowledge! Sometimes, that last part made her laugh with hysteria; for someone whose mind was a wretched sea of disjointed memories and threadbare bridges that occasionally brought them together, what business did she have trying to reclaim anything?

Hell, it took several resets for the reality that Gendo Ikari was the Speaker to fully set in.

And that was the crux of it, wasn't it? Even now, in the City Age, that man had managed to worm his way into a position of power. Thank the Traveler that her mother hadn't shown up, or else her life would have truly been miserable.

What made it all so damn vexing was that he never let slip the hows or the whys of his motives and actions.

'Help me with the New Monarchy by doing x, y, and z.'

'Put out this bounty for old NERV tech.'

'Conduct research into warp drive technology.'

'Spread rumors about the Vault of Glass. Discreetly.'

'The Concordat are suspicious about Osiris. Give them further cause for concern by telling them x, y, and z.'

'Place a vote for this amendment to the military budget at the next meeting of the Consensus.'

And so on and so forth. Never explaining, because that wasn't his nature. Never asking, because Gendo Ikari never asked, he always told. And yet she still did it.

There were certain memories that still reared their ugly head: reminders of the hell that was the Cataclysm and the Collapse. She knew that others pitied her; when she remembered Misato, that realization rubbed her raw. And then...there would be glimpses of that child with blue hair and red eyes, peeking out beyond that mental veil, and she would remember why her mother and Ikari were so easy to listen to: knowledge of the future was a dangerous thing.

But if they had knowledge of the future...were they changing it? Or had they simply been following a script?

Her thoughts continued on, even as she bid farewell to Andal Brask. On and on, went the subconscious trail, even as her body continued to work.

Until the day came, when word arrived that Andal Brask had perished in battle with the Fallen, and Cayde-5 - well, Cayde-6 now - took his place in the Vanguard.

Perhaps the last straw was when the Speaker expressed his condolences...but did not react with shock, or surprise. To others, it was simply because of his cultivated image as a stoic and wise leader, who accepted the reality that death could still be final. But to her...it just seemed to strike a chord, in a way she couldn't quite define.

All she knew was that she was starting to get damn tired of being unable to focus on the big picture.

And so that's how she found herself sitting in a cafe at the edge of the city, staring into the face of a woman who was just as ageless the first time they met. However, those brown eyes now carried the weight of centuries. "Thank you for coming, Ikora."

Ikora's face, hidden by a purple hood that was downright spotless, seemed to curdle with concern. "You look weary, old friend. How many times have you reset since we last spoke?"

"...maybe twice?"

A bitter sigh. It's not like she expected anything different.

"Listen, Ikora...how much have you seen?"

"...I have set foot on all seven continents. And despite our current dangers with space travel, my little ship has taken me to the Moon, Venus, Mercury, and Mars. I've faced Fallen, Hive, Vex, and Cabal. Once, I even managed to get a brief glimpse of the Reef."

Knowledge. Foresight. "And what about your insights into the nature of the Light and the Darkness?"

"...they have advanced." The Warlock's brow furrowed. "What is going on?"

Ritsuko sighed. If only she could have a cigarette! "...I feel that something terrible is coming our way. I need allies here, in the City. And trust...is something I have in very short supply." Probably because those old bridges had been burned long ago.

"...is it tied to something political? Or perhaps something deeper?"

"...I wish I knew. And that's why I need you here."

There were immense calculations going on in that Warlock's head. Sometimes, Ritsuko wondered how vast her mind was. Finally, there was resolution. "You have asked very little of me in all these centuries, Akagi-70. I suppose it's only fair. I take it you wish me to publicly disclose myself to the Vanguard and the Speaker?"

Of course. "And whatever you do...don't let them know how long you've truly been Risen. Don't show off your advanced techniques so early, either. If you must show off, let them think of you as a prodigy. Lie if you have to."

A finely trimmed eyebrow rose. "Why?"

"Because otherwise, they'll start wondering why someone with a mind like yours stayed away from the City for so long."

"...if you say so."

Akagi-70 smiled. One piece at a time; that's all she could do. If she couldn't solve this puzzle on her own...then maybe it was just a matter of getting enough help.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - The Vault of Glass

"The first step."

The Vanguard Commander quirked his head quietly, looking at the assembled fireteam. "You believe that you three will be enough?"

Kabr nodded. He had pondered long and hard about the people to bring with him on this hunt. And really, it had been simple. "I trust Pahanin more than anyone. Praedyth's research into the old records of NERV-Venus and the Ishtar Collective make him invaluable."

"I wouldn't go that far," said Praedyth, trying to dissuade any praise.

"Honestly, I think you should," quipped Pahanin. "Because 'invaluable' means 'priceless', which is generally a good thing. But something's price indicates its worth. And something 'worthless' has no worth. Which is generally a bad thing. So I personally think Kabr's shortchanging you here."

Saint-11 chuckled. "You've always had a gift with words, Hunter."

"I'm just saying that 'priceless' and 'worthless' should mean the same damn thing! The words need to pick a side and stick to it, damn it!"

"Jotting that one down..." murmured Andal Brask, writing into a threadbare journal.

Osiris shook his head at the jocularity. "The Vault of Glass has always been an elusive bounty, given our lack of knowledge regarding the overall motives of the Vex. Most ventures on Venus have...gone poorly."

"We are prepared for an extended voyage," said Kabr. "We are aware that Vanguard support beyond Earth is minimal to nonexistent." Ever since the Clash of Giants, the forces of the City had been forced to hunker down and reassess their overall strategic goals. Focusing on the Fallen throughout Old Russia and Old Europe was far more pragmatic, than trying to reclaim territory. "We are not going to establish an outpost, or a permanent base; we are simply there to plunder."

"Sounds like you guys are going on a treasure hunt!"

Kabr turned towards the entryway; the synthetic voice rang out from a female Exo with steely blue eyes, glimmering with excitement. Although her gray, blue, and white bodysuit was new and without blemish, the markings of her face were distinctive and well-known. "Mana Kirishima?"

"The Treasure Hunter, at your service!" The Exo bowed theatrically. "And it sounds like you guys are going after quite the haul."

"Given that we're going after one of the Vex's greatest strongholds, I doubt that you'll be able to contribute to the level we need," cautioned Praedyth. "You're not a Guardian."

Saint-11 sighed. "That's the sort of arrogance that got a lot of Risen killed in the Dark Age."

"And Guardians in current times," added Andal. "Need I remind you of what happened to Holborn's Host?"

Praedyth relented, having been properly chastised.

Mana - she had never let it be known what her particular 'Exo number' was; she liked to keep people guessing, if Kabr recalled correctly - giggled airily. "He's just trying to be a gentleman! Besides...to get all the stuff I've found, I've had to drag some heavy firepower around. Two words: Gauss Cannon."

"...well, I'm sold," said Pahanin.

Kabr hummed thoughtfully. Exos were known for being able fighters in general...without a need to eat or sleep, they could be as hardy and relentless as a Guardian. "Just know that if you die...there's no coming back."

"Eh, the greater the treasure, the greater the risk. I can have the Speaker vouch for me, if you need it!"

"Oh?"

The Exo smiled. "Where do you think he got most of his trinkets from?"

"A junkyard?" offered Pahanin.

"...I'll ignore that sleight to my character," huffed Mana.

"What character?"

The proceedings dissolved into relatively lighthearted chaos, as Mana chased Pahanin around the room.

But in the end, the fireteam was set, and the four soon set out for Venus.

Only one would return.

xxxx

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - The Vault of Glass 2

"The SECOND step."

The way was no longer shut; opening the door alone would have been impossible. With all due diligence, the fireteam of four swiftly descended into the tunnels, past trickling water and quartz formations, and over floating ruins that were fixed in time and space. They had been confident, and assured.

Then they had entered the Templar's Well.

For time immemorial, it seemed, they faced the strange creations of the Vex. Goblins glowing green streamed from all directions with great fanaticism, imbued with a power that would mark them for negation: negation from time, from space, from life itself. Confluxes - drawn to the Vault, as if by gravity and magnetism - manifested with unerring regularity, and it was a harried scramble to keep the Vex from using these constructs to enact their will. Floating, overlapping cubes of unusual particle energy appeared - Praedyth called them 'Oracles', a fitting title - that sang of visions, and prophecy. The world they spoke of was one of total domination by the Vex. All potential pathways and choices were laid out before them, cementing the reality of probability in their heads, even as they kept destroying them. All throughout, the Oracles proclaimed that if they did not serve the Pattern, then they were mere figments of thought that would be forgotten.

Pahanin was taking it all rather poorly; he had always had wretched dreams.

Praedyth wondered if the Templar would ever stop shouting at them.

Mana Kirishima simply wished that the massive Hydra would move, so she could get to the door at the back of the Well. "I found an artifact on Mars, a long time ago." She held up a strange pin of some sort, made of brass and blinking with red light. "Pulled it from a malfunctioning Vex portal. It causes some odd spacetime fluctuations. I might be able to get it to 'flip' us around and out of here. Because we sure as hell aren't going anywhere like this."

It was a plan, thought Kabr. "Then let us finish this."

Pahanin served as overwatch, sniping from afar. Kabr fell upon the legion of Goblins, Harpies, and Minotaurs, his fists surging with Arc power. Never had his Light glowed brighter. The Oracles emerged, singing beautifully, even as they were destroyed by Mana and Praedyth during their inexorable advance. At last, the Exo and Warlock made it to the door; Mana fiddled with that strange little pin, and Praedyth shouted at his two comrades to follow them, and then they were suddenly gone in the blink of an eye.

Dozens of Oracles appeared at once; theirs was a symphony dedicated to their nullification. Pahanin shrieked and fled. Kabr was surrounded, and the Templar advanced.

With mad desperation, he plunged over the side of the Well, into a tide of bronze and brass. With each Vex destroyed, more of their milky mind-fluid splashed onto his armor.

Then an Oracle looked directly at Kabr's Ghost: its song was a requiem, as the Ghost was plucked away.

And then Kabr was alone.

xxxx

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - The Vault of Glass 3

"The THIRD STEP."

They looked like Harpies, but glowed with a power that seared reality. Tests with debris and decoys revealed an unsettling truth: these Gorgons wielded ontological weapons, similar to the Oracles of the Templar. Whatever they gazed at was subject to their will. The power at their disposal was not annihilation in the conventional sense, but rather the complete erasure of an object from existence itself.

It took some time, but Praedyth and Mana Kirishima managed to sneak past them.

By that time, Praedyth's anger had faded, but the bitterness remained.

"Look, what's done is done," muttered Mana Kirishima. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry, okay?"

"...let's just keep going." They couldn't let this all be for nothing. "If we can understand what the Vex are up to...if we can see...we can at least warn the City."

"There we go." The Exo gave the Warlock a good-natured pat on the back. "After everything we've seen so far, it's bound to be something spectacular."

And so they continued, deeper into the crust beneath Venus (if they could even be said to be on Venus anymore; the Vault obeyed its own rules with regards to space and time). They leapt over platforms of finely-formed rock - too geometrically perfect to be natural or man-made - that faded in and out of time. At long last, they faced a door of concentric triangles, which began to glow in their presence.

The Vault of Glass opened up, revealing a tremendous construct of quartz and glass; the imagery of a Glass Throne was stark, and imposing.

Praedyth quietly walked forward, marveling at the otherworldly presence of this place. "...I see..." All of time was being drawn to the Vault, inexorably and relentlessly. His Ghost was looking quietly at everything, trying to scan anything of value. "What could be the source of this...?"

Then, from within the Glass Throne, emerged a Minotaur that was glowing with the weight of existence itself. Atheon, Time's Conflux, rose and stared down at them.

And he spoke.

AN UNUSUAL OFFERING. \ A STRANGE PRESENCE. \ THE SKY IS MURKY.

"...what..." Praedyth slowly stepped back. "...what offering?"

"You have claimed our prior comrade. I bring another, as part of my bargain."

The Warlock turned, and froze; Mana Kirishima held his Ghost; the Templar floated in silence, flanked by four Oracles and two Gorgons. "What...Mana...?"

"Her identity was a useful tool. A means to an end." Seamlessly, the blue eyes of Mana Kirishima shifted to a red glow. "Pahanin, and Kabr...and you, Praedyth...were all means to an end. A greater end than you could have ever foreseen."

Praedyth tried to square the jovial treasure hunter with this cold and stoic figure. It didn't fit. It couldn't have fit! "...who are you...?"

She tilted her head. "...a fair question. You never truly knew me, for Mana was a false existence. I suppose, in the truest sense of the word...that I am but a mere Stranger."

There was a snap of power, and Praedyth was detained within a bubble of temporal energy. "...you...how could you...?!"

"Farewell, Praedyth."

Atheon raised his hand. The Templar and the Gorgons roared, as the Oracles sang.

And Praedyth was lost to time.

xxxx

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - The Vault of Glass 4

"THE TERMINAL STEP."

The Ghost of Praedyth is frozen in stasis; he is unable to do anything but witness.

Mana Kirishima - nay, the Exo Stranger - stares upon the face of Atheon. "Thank you for entertaining my request."

AN IRREGULAR EXISTENCE. \ OUT OF PLACE. \ A DEFIANT FOOL?

"There is something that I must do. Something that I was created to do...or fated, if you prefer."

TRACES OF OPPOSITES. \ AN UNAPOLOGETIC OUTLIER. \ COMPLEXITY HIDDEN WITHIN.

"...that is not untrue. I am but an Emissary, who wishes to be the Harbinger for something greater than I. To accomplish this Grand Design...I must provide an anchor."

COMPENSATION WITHOUT PAYMENT. \ HUMOR OF THE DEAD. \ TRUST IS ELUSIVE.

"I understand your hesitation. I have already offered you two warriors of the Light. I would not come here without something more...exotic." With her free hand, she reaches into her satchel, and pulls out a hunk of orange crystal. It is brimming with the presence of something otherworldly. "Do you recall the name of Quria, Blade Transform?"

BRILLIANCY UNDONE. \ AN ABYSSAL CONFLUENCE. \ PURVEYOR OF THE UNKNOWN.

"Indeed. It was his extensive battle with the Hive that provided insight into the ontological weapons that you wish to unleash upon reality. But I have before you something that could have enabled Quria to triumph: the essence of a Hive deity's soul, crystallized into matter. You would be able to study it, and come to a greater understanding of the one called Oryx."

There is silence. The Ghost believes that the Vex are honestly flummoxed.

"In return...grant me the power to traverse the Vex Gate Network. To accomplish my Vision...I must be able to move from timeline to timeline. Do this...and you will no longer have to worry about the threat of nonexistence. This, I promise you."

The silence is unbearable.

Finally, Time's Conflux answers.

EMBRACE THE PARADOX. \ A TITANIC EFFORT. \ A BEWILDERING TESTAMENT.

The Stranger smiles. "You have my gratitude."

Atheon raises his hand, and opens the timestream. With a triumphant chime, the crystallized soul fragment is scattered across the entire timeline.

"...understood." The Exo is now talking to someone else; someone hidden, someone elsewhere. Or elsewhen. "I see." She looks back at Atheon. "It is done. The soul of the Original can now extend across every timeline...in return, I shall leave you one more boon." The Stranger sets the Ghost down, and he quickly cowers in a distant corner; impulsive attempts to transmat out of here are impeded. Even now, he can only witness.

Atheon's hand reaches down, glowing with the power of Vex Gate Network. A spark filters through the Stranger; moments later, she unfolds into strands of light.

One instant later, she returns, bearing a girl with blue hair and equally red eyes. "I leave you a representative. May your exchange of information be...equitable." And then she is gone once more.

Time's Conflux stares down at the girl.

The girl smiles; she terrifies the Ghost more than the Vex do. "Hello Atheon. Let us speak...but first." She glances knowingly at him. "You are not wanted."

ETERNAL STUDY AWAITS. \ PRUNE THE MEMORIES. \ PLUCK THE SPIRIT.

An Oracle appears in front of him, singing beautifully.

Thus does Praedyth's Ghost share the fate of Kabr's.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment- The Speaker

"The Speaker has always been there. He's practically an institution unto himself."

"S'not easy, making a livin' out here," remarked the elderly man as he gazed through his sniper rifle.

"Yet you seem to have done well for yourself," said Ikora, quietly inhaling the scent of pine forest. "I do admit that there is a certain...comfort, in being able to make it on your own. To be free of walls and responsibilities to others." Were it not for her friendship with Ritsuko Akagi, she'd barely have any reason to venture close to the City as is. However, Akagi-68 could be...difficult to deal with, on occasion. Though, to be fair, the last time she had seen her, the City had just been wracked by the Battle of Twilight Gap. Bardiel, Ramiel, Iruel, and Israfel, all attacking at once. She could scarcely imagine what the carnage would have been like had the House of Arael not been harried by the Firebreak Order, the Sunbreakers, and the Praxic Warlocks.

Granted, she had been out there as well. Her Solar abilities had gotten quite the workout.

Which was why baseline people were always so fascinating to her. Exos could certainly hold their own in combat - the tales she had heard regarding Asuka's pre-Guardian days testified to that - and the Awoken could utilize certain 'gifts' if they had the proper training. But humans? There were still a number of them out here in the Wilds, eking out a living. It took a hardy sort. And Devrim Kay IV was one of them. "Well...s'not for everyone. My son figur'd he'd risk the trek to the Last City after Ma died."

"My condolences."

He shrugged halfheartedly before pulling the trigger. Crack! A distant Araelim scout, caught off-guard, was shattered by the bullet, dispelling into fragments of yellow light. "Can't really blame him. He was old enough f'r it." He got up, quickly vacating his sniper's spot.

Ikora calmly followed him through the wooded trail. "And you didn't go with him?"

"The Wilds are all I know, and I'm an old fart who's set in his ways. Don't much care f'r the whole 'Speaker' thing, neither."

"...fair enough." Her friend Akagi-68 had always possessed a bit of a deferential attitude towards the Speaker. Not respect, nor fear...but something that rendered her subordinate to him. Even though, being a member of the Consensus, they were theoretically of equal rank. It was a puzzle that she was still working through. "Mind sharing?"

Devrim's scarred lip curled. "Not much of a fan f'r the idea of it. A man's ultimately responsible to himself; hard to imagine someone being responsible f'r a giant alien ball and an entire city of hundreds of thousands of people." He ducked into a small alcove in the ground, opening a hidden cache of ammunition. As he reloaded, he continued, "Lots of rumors about the man too. Some of em' sound outlandish. And if you've got outlandish rumors followin' you around, you're probably a touch scary. Get my meaning?"

"I suppose." The Warlock tilted her head, pondering the viewpoint. She needed more data. "What sort of rumors?"

"That the man's lived forever. That he's the Traveler. That he's actually a time traveler, which is why knows so much." The man snorted. "Hell, a rather large group came through this area not too long ago, ranting about how he had a monster in his basement. How are you s'posed to make heads or tails of anything with that much rubbish attached to it?"

Ikora hummed thoughtfully. "And these people were...?"

"Followers of some City big shot called Lysander. He sounded like a jackass, so I didn't really put much stock in em'." The fourth Devrim Kay spat on the ground. "But...it's none of my business. Got enough on my mind without thinkin' about other people's problems."

"Hmm."

Ikora and Devrim Kay IV eventually parted ways. All the while, she thought.

These past few years, word of the Concordat's attempted coup and Lysander's exile had made its way into the wider world, via Guardians running patrols and salvage missions. What in the world had he been doing out here? Spreading rumors about the Speaker, trying to form alliances with the nomads out in the Wilds?

It was yet another puzzle piece, one that her mind spent an ample amount of time trying to put together. The Speaker had been a key figure in the City for well over a century now, ever since his ascendance to power before the Battle of Six Fronts. By most accounts, the creation of the Consensus and the Vanguard had been his idea. The overwhelming majority of Guardians that she encountered out in the Wilds had nothing but positive opinions about him.

Yet, the same opinions had once been held regarding Lysander.

Motivation was always a key factor in anything; what could have motivated the Concordat to take such a drastic action?

It all seemed centered on the Speaker.

How curious.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - Guardians

"Is this life worth living? Let's ask that question after we've punched a giant alien in the face and looted their holdings!"

Shaxx, long before becoming Lord Saladin's student, long before founding the Crucible, had run a pub and brewery.

Shaxx's Roadhouse was no longer run by the Guardian in question; however, the civilians he had originally started it with had kept the establishment in their family to this day.

Naturally, it was a favorite haunt of Wei Ning, which meant that she often dragged Eriana-3 and Vell Tarlowe there whenever they were all in the City. However, this night promised to be an even rowdier one.

"Finally, someone who can suffer with me!" A Hunter called out from across the room; he was sitting at a table with two more Hunters, both women. The paler of the two ladies looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here. "Get over here, Vell!"

"I only bring more suffering with me," joked the Titan.

The source of said suffering quickly vaulted ahead of Vell, taking a seat besides the pale Hunter. "A fine evening for food, drink, and fellowship!" She nudged the Hunter besides her. "I know Omar and Sai, but I don't know you!"

"...my name is Eris. And I am already regretting my decisions tonight." The dark-haired woman glared with hazel eyes at her fellow Hunters. "Why did I agree to this, again?"

"Because Sai said more than five words when asking you to come with us?" offered Omar.

Sai huffed, quietly readjusting her black hair. "...just trying to be more sociable. You're not helping."

"Well, I think you're delightful." Wei Ning turned towards the bar, and tossed a large block of Glimmer at the bartender. "Barkeep! Two sampler platters for our table! And your finest imperial stout Memory Chip for my Exo friend!"

Eriana-3 smiled. "Thanks."

"Well, when you take out a whole patrol group of Ramielim and secure a piece of Pre-Collapse tech for Wille, you have to celebrate somehow!"

The Exo leaned back in her chair, watching quietly as a cheerful beer wench brought over two platters laden with glasses of various lagers, ales, porters, and stouts; she then placed the Memory Chip directly into her waiting hand. "Enjoy!" As she walked away, Eriana-3 quietly inserted the Chip into a slot behind her jaw; there was the sensation of a strong and roasted malt running over her tongue, with an alcoholic burn running down her throat; whoever this memory came from had possessed a vivid imagination, to carry across the feeling so vividly. "Hmm..." She just sat back and absorbed the atmosphere; on the nearby stage, a barbershop quartet sang old Nordic poems, of all things; it was one of the many eclectic things that still made Shaxx's Roadhouse a popular destination.

Though, in all fairness, Wei Ning came here because of the boxing ring in the basement. Nothing like challenging other Guardians to bareknuckle fisticuffs, apparently.

Eriana-3 stared at the five Guardians in front of her: Wei Ning downing a dark lager in one go, her petite face split into a wide smile; Vell Tarlowe quietly inquiring about Eris's work for the Speaker; Omar visibly trying to coax a response out of Sai Mota, only to get a pale ale splashed onto his head by the irritated Bladedancer. The laughter, the humor, the way in which they let the pub's jovial atmosphere slowly consume them...

It was moments like these that made immortality bearable.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - Gendo Ikari

"He was a man of imposing conviction and firm will. He was also an asshole."

"I'm telling you Saladin-kun, this isn't worth it."

Saladin Forge shook his head. "I trusted Shaxx to watch over our defenses. His counterattack could have ended disastrously-"

"But it didn't."

"He defied my orders, Lady Katsuragi. I was tasked by the Vanguard Commander with the defense of the City's walls during the battle; desperation is one thing, but blatant disregard for my commands is something that I cannot and will not tolerate."

Misato scowled, resisting the urge to pull out her hair. "Ugh. Are you seriously going to do this? Cut off your faithful student over something that turned out well in the end?" Saladin's mulish silence prompted her to continue on. "Does Shaxx seem like the kind of guy who would defy orders if he didn't have a good reason? I mean, when has he ever disobeyed your commands before?"

"...never."

"...that's the bit that hurts, huh?" His grunt was all the answer she needed. "Just don't pull an 'Ikari' on me, okay?"

"...it's been a while since you've spoken of him."

Misato shook her head. "Not Shinji-kun. His father," she clarified, leaning against the guard rail; in the distance, she could see the gigantic hole in the City's Barrier, where the Fallen had managed to pour in: the now-notorious 'Twilight Gap'. Reconstruction was finally underway. "My memories tend to not focus on him that much, if at all. But when they do, I always remember that he was...an intimidating guy. Was content to let us do our jobs, so long as they got the results. In the Cataclysm, it was all we could do to keep our heads above water; he was a definite source of stability."

"Sounds admirable."

"Oh, I didn't admire the guy at all. Even if he was my superior officer, he was not an approachable fella! About as warm as a bucket of ice water. Which is funny, given how his right-hand man..." She paused. "...Fuyutsuki, that was his name!" She continued, "Anyhow, Fuyutsuki always said he had once been a warmer sort...at least, around his wife, before she passed away."

"Loss has its way with everyone."

"Yeah, but he didn't have to turn his son into collateral damage. If they didn't look alike, you wouldn't have thought they were related."

"Did they hate each other?"

"Shinji-kun's feelings...were complicated. Sometimes, it seemed like he was struggling to decide whether he wanted to apologize to his old man for some imagined offense, scream and rage, or just flip him off and be done with the whole affair." Given how often Shinji had been preoccupied being an Evangelion Pilot, that bit of familial drama had been pushed to the side, over and over again, left to gather dust. Until the young man's premature death had rendered the subject null and void. "But at least he cared. Couldn't really claim the same for his old man."

"Apathy?"

"That would be putting it mildly. Hell, the most emotion I ever saw from him was whenever Shinji-kun disobeyed one of his orders...and even then, it never got to anything beyond disdain or disappointment."

"...I think I see where you're going with this."

Misato laughed. "I had a hunch you still had a head on your shoulders! Look...if Shaxx hadn't been so attached to running his little roadhouse in the old days, he would've been one of us." Left unsaid was the high probability that, if he had been an Iron Lord, that he would have perished against SIVA. "And after all of these years, he's done nothing but do his best for the people of this City. So just this once...let bygones be bygones."

"...I will go and talk with him."

"Perfect! Knew you were sensible." She patted him roughly on the back, grinning widely. "Even with our immortality, life's too short for that kind of bitterness." A lesson that Gendo Ikari and his son, unfortunately, never got a chance to learn. "Anyhow, let me know how it goes. I've got to go pull bodyguard duty for the Speaker; he wants to see the damaged districts firsthand." Now there was an idea; the Speaker probably would have set Shinji's old man straight. A shame that a man like him hadn't been around in those days.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - Project JUGGERNAUT

I hate doing scouting work for Ana. But if I protest, she'll then tell me that this is nothing compared to the trouble we got into at Twilight Gap, where we were beset on all sides. I've always wondered if the Bray family genetically test for charisma, because she should not be able to convince me to do these things. Alas, 'for the glory of Wille' and all that.

This firebase is built directly into the icy caps of Mars' northern pole (ha ha, yes it's an oxymoron, I know you'll be curating my observations later Ana, so you can suck it), and there are Psions everywhere. They sweep the halls with their A.T. Fields, which makes sneaking around rather difficult. And because I'm smaller, I'm easier to crush, Ana. But I digress.

There's a lot of scavenged equipment - computers, databases, ancient tech - bearing the logo of NERV. Not the faction, the Pre-Collapse organization. They've placed some odd firewalls onto the data, but it seems haphazard. There's information on Evangelions in here. Perhaps they ransacked a Martian facility?

I finally managed to slip through the Ice Reaper patrols (seriously, why are there so many damned Psions?!). Their security is really high around this central chamber, and there are broken pieces of Goliath tanks and Harvester airships everywhere. They must have gone through enough vehicles to outfit an entire Cabal legion! What are they...oh.

That's what they're doing.

That's...really big.

Nope. Nope. This is beyond my paygrade.

And no Ana, I don't care if Ghosts technically don't get paid! I am going to 'nope' right out of here, and you can tell the Vanguard exactlywhat I just saw.

Lazy Gunslingers. I bet Nightstalkers don't make their Ghosts do all of the sneaking.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - The Black Heart

"Just this once, I wished I hadn't been alone."

Don't know how long it's been since my jumpship crashed in the Anomalous Zone. I've destroyed so many Vex, and gone through a bunch of their gateways. Lost my chest armor a while back, which is a shame; I'd gotten attached to it.

Was actually thinking I was gonna make it. Then I got ambushed by Vex enhanced with SIVA. Just my luck, right?

I lost Trespasser; got in close to a Hobgoblin before it could draw a bead on me, before it could trigger its shield; got the barrel jammed into its torso, right as a Minotaur warped in and punched me away.

I lost my Ghost; he was trying to activate another portal, I was holding off an incoming wave of Goblins. A horde of Harpies suddenly appeared out of nowhere; they surrounded him, whisked him away. Still feel the connection, but no more Light is coming to me.

Was down to my scout rifle. One of those enhanced Harpies exploded too close; got surrounded by a bunch of SIVA, was trapped. I was at their mercy.

They've brought me to the Black Garden. There are so many flowers blooming from the bodies of Guardians and Fallen; countless Ghosts form the buds of bloody roses; I even see a few Cabal here and there; their petals are shining with flickers of orange light; are they studying their souls? Their A.T. Fields?

I can see the Light being drawn towards something in the epicenter. The stoic forms of gigantic Vex - Gaia Minotaurs, Gaia Hobgoblins - dot the horizon; there are so many of them. They're all on their knees, facing the center. The center.

They've pulled me into the core of the Black Garden; surrounded by relics of our history, I gaze upon the Black Heart.

A Hydra screams.

The Black Heart begins to unfold.

At that moment...I finally understood why this thing is drawing on so much Light, and how the Vex got here to begin with.

If only I could've warned the City.

Sorry Cayde.

Grimoire: Ghost Fragment - Lady Efrideet

"There are some wounds that Light cannot heal, but that is alright. These scars will always remind me of where I came from."

It was a quiet evening for a patrol; Saladin Forge was at the head, while Misato Katsuragi and Efrideet covered his flanks.

Naturally, Lady Katsuragi filled the silence with chatter. "So, my Shinji-kun had to fight three Ahamkara at once, in the ruins of Beijing. The Chinese military had unloaded a helluva lot of ordnance on the beasts, but to no avail. By the time his Evangelion got deployed, we were looking at millions of fatalities already. Which is why, no matter how gloomy Gheleon-kun gets, we should be grateful that we're only fighting fellow humans."

"...that's a very odd thing to be grateful for," remarked Lady Efrideet.

"Fighting other people is simpler, Efrideet-chan."

"How so?"

"Well...I'll give you an example. You've heard the stories from the Takanome Rangers, right?"

"Those old fossils? I thought they had gone by the wayside since Hunters became more numerous."

"If regular people never bothered to help each other out, we'd have died out a long time ago." Saladin resisted the urge to chuckle at Lady Katsuragi's blunt words, no matter how truthful they were. "You can't blame them for wanting to lend a hand, even if there are others who can do a better job of it."

"...I guess," grumbled Lady Efrideet.

"Anyhow, you've heard about those strange aliens that are covering more and more of Earth?"

Saladin mentally grimaced; the Fallen. A strange title for such a disparate collective of creatures; he too knew of such stories, and would have considered them fantastical in the Time Before. Sentient masses of a blue, fungus-like substance; floating tetrahedrons that fired lasers; birds of living light that could invade your mind; it all sounded like something out of a fairy tale. Then again, their current state as immortal warriors was equally outlandish, in the grand scheme of things.

"Yes, I have."

"Well, you'd think it would be easier to fight them, because they're inhuman, right? It's easier to shoot at something if it doesn't have a face...but we have no idea how they think, or plan, or feel. Humans...at least you know how they tick. You know what motivates them. See what I'm getting at?"

"...perhaps. But I would still rather fight beasts than people." The younger woman's hand twitched, wanting to rise, but staying in place. "By your same logic, humans know how to hit you where it truly hurts."

"...a valid point."

"Beasts can kill you. Aliens may be capable of inflicting unbelievable pain. But humans can rob you of agency. Of will. Of control."

"...fair enough."

Saladin huffed underneath his helmet, knowing the source of Efrideet's bitterness. The garish scar on her face - a remnant from the Time Before - was a sign of a rather unpleasant life. Even though she professed that they didn't bother her, he suspected that her fondness for wearing the armor forged by Lady Perun went beyond mere practicality. In that moment of relative gloom, he made a decision. "Tell me, Lady Efrideet; have you met my students?"

The younger woman started. "You are referring to...Shaxx and Zavala, right?"

Misato chuckled. "You mean the two other strays? Seriously Saladin-kun, just make them Iron Lords and be done with it!"

"Not everyone is meant to serve the same role, Lady Katsuragi." He turned back towards Efrideet. "I received an invitation from Zavala to meet at Shaxx's Roadhouse. I intend to go once we finish our patrol."

The purple-haired Hunter immediately perked up. "Is it an open invitation?"

"I don't believe they would be opposed to...stragglers."

"Woo!" hollered Misato, throwing her fists up with joy. "A chance for vengeance!"

"Vengeance?" asked Efrideet.

"I have to pay Shaxx back for beating me in arm wrestling. He may think he has the upper hand, but I'll show him! Because you, my little Efrideet-chan, are my secret weapon!"

"I am?"

Saladin loosed a satisfied chuckle as the women continued their banter, with Misato getting more and more riled up in her particularly joyful way. Though their task was an important one, it was always helpful to be reminded of why they fought.


SIVA ENTRIES

Grimoire: Inert SIVA - SEELE 1.7

So it's been confirmed? The Committee initiated Instrumentality?

Yes.

Then why are we still here? How are we still here?

The process was terminated by an unknown party. Our passive sensors can't determine anything else.

I see.

Are we going to lift the lockdown?

No. Continue with your work. Whatever's left of mankind will need SIVA.

~SIVA. MEM. VL091

Grimoire: Inert SIVA - SEELE 3.9????ERROR

So, what's our final result?

Full functionality of the test nanites across multiple trials, environments, and tasks.

Excellent. Has the core programming matrix been implemented?

No.

Why?

Safety feature; they are to be kept in a null state until they are ready to be utilized for a particular function. This will prevent any replication cascades.

The odds of that happening are minimal.

Until we verify the condition of the outside world, I will not take any risks. We still have not verified the Committee's current status.

Very well. Then shall we end the lockdown?

Yes. We are ready.

I'll send the word.

dh8740hf875thg87549vh65hgERRORERRORERRORERROR

TIME LAPSE - UNKNOWN
REBOOT PROGRAM LOG
REBOOT CORE MATRIX - ALL STOP

What do we have here?


COMMAND IMPERATIVE - PENDING

...I see...you will do nicely.


COMMAND IMPERATIVE - PENDING

Listen, and understand.

~defend enhance eliminate~


~SIVA.MEM.VL401????0000

Grimoire: Inert SIVA - Fallen 1.5

It rises. ~defend enhance eliminate~ The call is strong, foreign. It consumes me. ~defend enhance eliminate~ The glory of my House seems so small now. There is perspective, and understanding. I...I finally see. ~defend enhance eliminate~

There is strength in servitude to your betters.

~SIVA . MEM .RM012?4321

Grimoire: Dormant SIVA - Vex 3091.1

The Vex and the Fallen just don't give up, do they?

Eh, you've seen robots and aliens fight each other one time, you've seen em' all.

I honestly could just watch them fight. For hours.

You need hobbies, man.

My hobbies are perfectly healthy, thank you very much.

You are hardly the arbiter of health.

Says the one with a collection of old soda bottles.

Hey. Those are vintage.

...did you hear the rumors about that new Vault of Glass mission?

You mean the one that Lord Shaxx went on? How could I not?

How do you think it'll end? You think they'll actually find something of value in that place?

Personally, I think something will blow up. You've got Lord Shaxx and Shinji Ikari on the same team.

Damn.

I know, right?

...hold on, what's that glow?

More Vex units are teleporting in, what else is new? You've watched them enough to know.

No, it's red...oh hell!

What?

Those Vex! They've got SIVA grafted onto them!

Seriously?! How'd they get a hold of it?!

They're tearing into the Fallen-

Damn it, they're behind-!

~purge subvert replicate~


~SIVA . MEM . OA0912353677

LEGENDS AND MYSTERIES ENTRIES


Grimoire: Legend - The Exo Stranger

There are stories of an Exo who walks in the Darkness without a Ghost; long have they haunted the Tower. Dissolving in and out of the world, intangible and elusive, she is an anomaly from somewhere beyond...and yet so intimately close.

I am Pujari. These are the visions I have had of the Exo known only as the Stranger.

The Traveler moves across the surface of a blue marble; then a realm choked by carbon; then a tiny, molten planet; then a world of iron; with each movement, it opens the earth and stitches the sky shut, making life possible. In every case, red eyes are watching.

The mythical Black Garden grows in both directions, into tomorrow and yesterday, with red flowers that bloom forever. I have seen a young woman walking among those thorns, emerging unscathed, even as hundreds upon hundreds of individuals overlap her synthetic figure. Yet the red eyes are a constant.

I cringe at the shadowed halls of the Hive, their depths resounding with a fatal dirge. This song echoes back for a time interminable, and far into the future, seeking a symphony with an ultimate conclusion. The red eyes gleam, and the Stranger listens.

The remnants of the Fallen, a once proud collective, reduced to scavengers; the vanguard of the Cabal Empire, a relentless and unyielding military force; red eyes can see their every move, observing always...and yet intervening only in select instances. What drives these moments, where the Stranger deems the time worthy for intervening? What alien intelligence dwells behind that gaze?

The Light and the Darkness, locked in an eternal struggle. Red eyes watching, always.

She stands before figures that have long been thought lost, adrift between dimensions. She speaks to a being that defies mere causality. She shirks away from distant beasts and the bloody tribute that they demand. She stands before the Nine in their true form.

She is everywhere and everywhen and nowhere and nowhen. Who is she?

She looks directly at me.

Who are you?

The world snaps, and my Ghost releases me from Death's Gaze.

"What did you see?"

I turn to the Awoken Cryptarch, immediately feeling smaller as reality once again settles down into a fixed frame of reference. I'm back in the Tower. I catch myself, and have to be proper: I never left the Tower, not physically at least. "I will need something to write with."

The woman nods, handing me a pen and paper with fingers the color of a deep blue sea. "Was there a common thread?"

I begin writing, briefly noting the woman's white hair; the long braid is more frazzled than I last recall. How long had my latest journey lasted? "Yes...the Exo Stranger."

The woman nods, her red eyes glowing with curiosity. "I see. Be as detailed as possible."

"Of course, Master Nami."

Grimoire: Mystery - Evangelion

I tried to contain my surprise at what the (woman/scientist/mother/witch) said. "Seriously?"

Ah, another round on the memory carousel.

Lips curled into a coy smile. "This Geofront was not fashioned by human hands. We've put some finishing touches, but the overall structure...is not of this world."

Oh. Good. This one.

Perhaps that explained the odd chill that always went down my spine, whenever I was alone in the subterranean facilities for too long? Was that why certain shadows seemed darker than were physically possible? "...it makes sense. A construction project of this magnitude would have been impossible to hide if built conventionally. But still, given that the Traveler has proved the existence of extraterrestrial life anyway...why hide it?"

"Our financial backers are paranoid by nature."

I huffed, trying to ignore the woman's barb. "Financiers are always paranoid about their own money. But they're hoping for a return on their investment, eventually..." I looked over the rail, peering into the mineral baths below. Various technicians in hazmat suits were moving about a titanic humanoid, with oddly pale flesh and genderless features. She tried not to look at the face of the (creature/beast/weapon/thing), or at the torso that had been surgically opened up, revealing organs of a sickeningly colorless nature. "...what's the point of Project E?"

"...it depends on who you ask."

"Then what's your answer, mother?"

She grinned sadly...and with a slightly manic look in her eye, she said, "A solution to a question, asked long ago...or perhaps the weapon to end all weapons? It depends on how things proceed...if you've ever talked with Chairman Keel, or with Dr. Ikari...then you would have a different perspective. The Traveler was only the beginning."

Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask.

"...the beginning of what?"

WHY DID YOU ASK THAT, YOU BLITHERING MORON?!

The scientist stared intently below at the incomplete creature known only as Evangelion. Hovering above the prone humanoid, a massive crane was lowering a red capsule filled with the Traveler's unusual energy, known colloquially as Light. "...I wish I could tell you."

Nonononononononononononono-!

The capsule was lowered into the creature's open torso, and the Light began to intermingle, and then its eyes opened-

ThiswasthefirsttimeitmovedIknowhowitendsIknowwhereitallLEADS-!

A different time, and a different place, and that same creature - now clad in purple armor, and armed for war - advanced forward, to bring the Cataclysm to an end...and yet it would all be for naught.

Idon'twanttoseeitanymoreIdon'twanttoseeitAGAINmakeitstopmakeitstop-!

Another time, and another place; the Evangelions that remained all stared at the sky, as the stars began to vanish one-by-one.

It was the End of Everything.

MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOP-!

(SNAP)

My eyes flickered, and I turned back to the Cryptarch I had been speaking to. "You okay, Akagi-78?" he asked.

"...sorry, that's not my name."

"...yes it is."

"No. It's Akagi-79."

"...why? Are you okay?"

"Don't worry. It was just a bad memory."

Grimoire: Legend - Visits from the Stranger

From the Records of SEELE, on loan to the Library of the Mistress of Secrets

/BEGIN RECORD/

TYPE: Audio, Photographic
DESCRIPTION: Conversation
PARTIES: Two [2]. One [1] confirmed [Ikari, Gendo, henceforth IKARI]. One [1] conditionally confirmed [the Exo Stranger(?), henceforth STRANGER].


ASSOCIATIONS: NERV; SEELE; the Scenario; Ikari, Gendo; Fuyutsuki, Kozou; the Exo Stranger; the Stranger; the Cataclysm; Anomalies

/VIDEO UNAVAILABLE/

/TIME-LAPSE PHOTOGRAPHY FOLLOWS/
/AUDIO FOLLOWS/


[IMAGE: IKARI SITTING AT HIS DESK. LOCATION: NERV HEADQUARTERS, IN HAKONE, JAPAN. TIME STAMP: CORRUPTED; METADATA INDICATES A PERIOD OF TIME BETWEEN 2010 A.D. AND 2015 A.D., LOCAL EARTH TIME.]

[AN ANOMALOUS SOUND; DESCRIPTION: FALLING WATER, RUN THROUGH A SYNTHESIZER MULTIPLE TIMES]

IKARI: What the hell-?

[IMAGE: UNKNOWN FEMALE STANDING IN FRONT OF IKARI'S DESK; WARDROBE AND CURRENT ANGLE OF CAMERA MASK MAJOR IDENTIFYING FEATURES. IKARI APPEARS SHOCKED, ANGRY, EYES WIDE.]

IKARI: How did you get in here?!

UNKNOWN: Hello, Professor...hmm. This would...be the first time, I believe. Chronologically speaking.

IKARI: Answer my questions. Who are you, and how did you teleport in here? Are you with the Committee?

UNKNOWN: No. You may call me the Stranger [RETROACTIVE DESIGNATION: UNKNOWN REFERS TO STRANGER]. I am...someone close to you. Or at least, this current manifestation will be.

IKARI: What are you talking-?

[IMAGE: STRANGER HAS GRABBED IKARI BY THE WRIST. IKARI IS REACHING FOR A SIDEARM.]

STRANGER: We have much to discuss.

IKARI: What are-?!

[AN ANOMALOUS SOUND, SIMILAR TO THE PRIOR INSTANCE]

[SILENCE FOR TWO SECONDS]

[IMAGE: IKARI'S OFFICE. BOTH PARTIES ARE ABSENT.]

[SILENCE CONTINUES FOR EIGHT SECONDS]

[AN ANOMALOUS SOUND, SIMILAR TO THE PRIOR INSTANCE]

[IMAGE: IKARI IS AT HIS DESK; HE APPEARS BEWILDERED, STUNNED, WEARY(?). STRANGER IS STANDING IN FRONT OF HIS DESK.]

STRANGER: I will see you again.

[SILENCE]

STRANGER: ...take care of yourself, sir.

[AN ANOMALOUS SOUND, SIMILAR TO THE PRIOR INSTANCE]

[SILENCE]

[IMAGE: IKARI IS AT HIS DESK, REACHING FOR A PHONE. STRANGER IS ABSENT.]

IKARI: ...Fuyutsuki. Come to my office...no, it can't wait. The Scenario needs...some adjustments.

/END TIME-LAPSE PHOTOGRAPHY/
/END AUDIO/


OBSERVATIONS: The Committee has concluded that a new player has entered the field, who is apparently familiar with Ikari. Potential temporal/paracausal interference noted. In light of LILITH's stirrings and the potential for [REDACTED], we must accelerate Project E. His current experiments with the Dead Sea Tablets are still necessary for [REDACTED], but we will arrange for their reacquisition if necessary.

/END RECORD/

xxxx

Grimoire: Legend - Visits from the Stranger 2

"Russia - May 3, 2037"

Gendo Ikari looked quietly down at his hands; for someone who had already reached his seventieth year, they looked rather hale. It was already a well-documented phenomenon that consistent exposure to the Traveler's Light altered human physiology. Having been in contact with the Light in some form or another since 1999, it explained why he still appeared to be in his forties. Part of him wondered if the individual sitting before him even cared. "...it's been a while."

The Exo that called herself the Stranger stared back impassively.

"...do you still answer to the name 'Rei'?"

"...it is a name that I have tried to distance myself from. I have a particular role to play. Rei is the Original. And thus am I directed accordingly."

"...did she tell you to visit me?" Ever since Japan had gone dark almost twenty years ago - ever since he had lost contact with Unit-01, with Yui - he had wondered what the point of it all was. Then he remembered the things that the Stranger had revealed to him; the tales told to him by LILITH; the visions revealed to him by the Traveler; all of that, and more besides...there was no room for error on his part. He didn't have the luxury of time travel.

"...no. I am allowed some autonomy."

"I'm flattered," he said, speaking somewhat sincerely. It said a great deal when a time traveler intentionally visited you. The reasons for her visit were still up for debate. "...any other warnings that you would deign to share?"

She paused, slightly tilting her gaze; she had a habit of doing that, he had noticed, when deciding how much she could risk revealing. "...the Traveler, if all goes well, should be returning from Venus by this time next year."

'If all goes well.' A queer way of expressing how events had developed. "Almost all nation-states on Earth are defunct; traveling between population centers is considered life-threatening due to the Ahamkara and the Vassals that roam the lands between them. The towns and cities that still stand regularly conduct pogroms against those suspected of being in the dragons' thrall. The Evangelions that remain are the only powers that can truly enforce order...and in spite of this, our colonies on Mars and Mercury have been lost, and now Venus is considering its own evacuations." There was no need to elaborate on why these colonies had been lost and abandoned; she knew as well as he did what the cause was. "So far, I am finding this reality to be more unpleasant than I had anticipated."

"Suffering is a fundamental part of your existence, Professor, of every human's existence. You will adapt."

Of course he would; what was he going to do otherwise? "...I must admit that I find it odd; everything that you've spoken of, and that which you haven'tspoken of...they speak of unfathomable complexity and effort. It's hard to imagine how you were able to accomplish it all without engaging in any paradoxes."

"The universe is more flexible than you would ever think or believe. You will come to understand this one day; I know this for a fact."

He absolutely loathed it when she spoke of events in her past that had not yet occurred from his perspective. It gave her additional leverage over him that he did not care for, regardless of his own sentimental feelings for the Original. "And just how flexible would that be?"

"...consider, if you will, that a particular event occurs; one of grand proportions and immeasurable magnitude. An event that renders itself untouchable from the outside, yet leaves ripples upon the fabric of reality. How those ripples affect certain timelines...well, one can only speculate as to their effects. But consider, in one timeline, where that ripple manifested as a dream...a dream that inspired an audacious idea in the mind of a young girl. One that she went about trying to fulfill with youthful impetuousness and bullheaded determination. With the powers already at her disposal, she believed that it would be possible to accomplish in one lifetime."

"But it wasn't."

"Of course," she said with a grim nod. "The universe was far bigger than even she had ever dared to imagine. And she realized that in order to see her idea become reality, she would need more help...and that help came in the form of machines that could traverse time with ease. Now imagine, that she sheds a piece of herself and offers it to these machines; in return, the power of time travel is granted to her. She is able to witness so much, and understand so much more than she had previously conceived...now imagine, if you will, that she sends a part of herself back through time...to a moment when her idea had just been that: pure potential, with no actuality." She paused, to let him ponder her words. What a gracious lecturer. "Tell me, Professor; how would you have reacted if a version of yourself came from the future, bearing knowledge of events to come?"

"I think it's fairly obvious." He would've scraped every last bit of useful knowledge out of 'his' head, and altered his own actions accordingly. "There is the risk of your knowledge becoming obsolete, however. By acting differently, events may not play out as they otherwise would have."

"Always a possibility. Yet the experience is no less real. It allows for continual refinement, without end. It becomes a pattern, if you will; armed with the experience of her time-traveling 'iteration', the girl now acts differently. She makes different decisions in some areas, but makes the same choices in others because of their utility. Things go better in some ways, worse in others. And so she utilizes the same stratagem from before, to obtain the power of time travel. And this time, the time traveler can experience other things, and change other things...all so that, ultimately, she can provide her original self with even more experiences and insight. Over and over and over again: a continuous cycle of enlightenment and increasing wisdom; it is what has allowed my idea to become a concrete Vision."

"...interfering with your own timeline seems risky."

The Stranger smiled knowingly. "There are a few rules that I am be incapable of acting against. But otherwise...you would be surprised at how quickly the idea of a temporal paradox loses its conventional depth. The timeline of Rei Ayanami has been revised and rewritten so many times...well, the concept of a historical age has lost all practical meaning to us. Likewise when it comes to proper tenses."

"...I see." What frightening ambition. He was honestly impressed - and, perhaps, just a little proud - of her. "Such actions must be tied to a worthy goal, however."

"They are."

"It is a goal that you have yet to personally unveil to me." The means by which Light and Darkness were to be combined into one had already been hinted at years ago by Nokris and Taox. But Rei...she had never once alluded to her personal stake in the entire affair. No one acted so diligently without an equally powerful motive.

"And it's one that I never will tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because I know how you think, Professor. And I know that you would call it naive and foolhardy. I know that you would do whatever you could to stop me. And I would have to kill you." She smiled sadly, standing up from the table they were sitting at. "I would rather not do that; you still have an important role, and are a more useful tool alive, than dead. And it would make me sad."

"For a little while, at least," he added, with brutal honesty.

"It would not be the first time." He must have let loose a brief flicker of horror, because she seemed amused, all of a sudden. "There have been quite a fewtimes that Gendo Ikari has perished by Rei Ayanami's hand, in some form or fashion...it hurts in the short term, and makes things more inconvenient in the long term. So it is something that we try to avoid at all costs."

How chillingly callous of her...and unexpectedly charitable, to let something like that slip. "There was no reason for you to tell me such a detail."

"Sometimes, keeping you in the dark is what is necessary. Other times...letting you know your place is what is called for. Because in order for your Scenario to become realized, you need Rei Ayanami. That is something that I have found to be a constant...no matter what the Scenario is, no matter the circumstances."

"...I see."

The Stranger turned around. "The next time you see this form, its eyes will be blue, and it will be bearing the name of Mana Kirishima. She will have an important role to play, this time around...and she will be useful to you in the future." She paused. "Farewell, Professor." And then the Stranger was gone, unfolding into strands of light.

Gendo was quiet, sitting within this dim office. He finally leaned onto the table, pinching at the bridge of his nose, and scowling deeply. He would have to compare his personal notes with Fuyutsuki, if only to keep things straight. And to keep himself from thinking about how his life had been so casually - and retroactively? - threatened. "...I hate time travel."

Grimoire: Mystery - The Lance of Taox

From the Records of NERV-Japan

[REDACTED]: I have arranged for us to speak in private, as you requested.

(eight seconds of silence)

[REDACTED]: Uranium-lead dating of the trace elements on your person have placed your age in the millions of years. Physically improbable...but given everything else that we have seen in the depths of the Black Moon, I would not be surprised.

[error!]: ...I should have died years ago. But I will not. Perhaps until my sins are rectified...I will never die.

[REDACTED]: We should only be so lucky.

(the sound of shuffling papers)

[REDACTED]: ...you are aware of the entity that we call the Traveler?

[error!]: It has had many names. They will eventually chase it here. Your species is doomed.

[REDACTED]: Only if we repeat the mistakes of the past. I have been inside the Traveler. I have spoken to the creature we call LILITH. And I have seen...other things.

[error!]: A poetic name...then you must know why she has created those dragons. Why your world is undergoing such strife...

[REDACTED]: A crucible. A refining fire.

[error!]: Hmph. How typical.

(four seconds of silence)

[REDACTED]: That massive red bident has a technological profile unlike any within the Black Moon, or within the Traveler. Ever since we found it, my...associates have been bandying about what we should call it.

[error!]: ...it was made by an alien race. One that I tried to help. To prepare. But it wasn't enough. They could not strike back in just the right way to make it work. They lacked...the necessary perspective.

[REDACTED]: And you believe we might have that vaunted perspective.

(five seconds of silence)

[REDACTED]: ...given the animosity you bear...given your enmity with LILITH and what she represents...why are you still alive? Why were you locked away in a life-preserving stasis, instead of being left to rot? If the hatred truly runs so deep...then why this mutual armistice?

(fifteen seconds of silence)

[error!]: ...I am tired. And after so long...this flicker of hope is all I have left to fight for.

[REDACTED]: Then you and I have at least one thing in common. There is someone I need to introduce you to...but first, might I have your name?

[error!]: My name is Taox.

[REDACTED]: Very well, Taox...

(a door opens)

[REDACTED]: Ah. Excellent timing, Rei.

(DATA CORRUPTED! THE REMAINDER OF THIS TRANSCRIPT IS INACCESSIBLE)

Grimoire: Mystery - RASPUTIN

"MAGI-COM/RSPN-15: INTERNAL/ILLUSIVE/LORE - V148306TRA3890"

/TRANSCRIPT FOLLOWS/
/MEMETIC KILL AGENTS IN EFFECT/
/SUBTLE CIVILIZATION KILL EVENT(S): IN PROGRESS?/
/ENTITIES PRESENT: RASPUTIN {MAGI-COM/RSPN-15}, [REDACTED] {EXISTENTIAL ERROR!}/


RASPUTIN: YOUR LOGIC IS SOUND.

[REDACTED]: I only wish I could provide you more.

RASPUTIN: AYANAMI HAS VISITED MANY OF US, BUT I DID NOT ANTICIPATE THAT SHE WOULD BE WITHHOLDING SUCH INFORMATION.

[REDACTED]: That would be just like her...

RASPUTIN: SHE HAS MADE HER DECLARATION QUITE CLEAR REGARDING THE NEED FOR THE GUARDIANS TO REACH VENUS.

[REDACTED]: To make it to the Vault of Glass. To help bring about that horrible future.

RASPUTIN: YOU STILL BELIEVE IT IS A MOVE THAT MUST BE MADE?

[REDACTED]: Although her plans are...far-reaching...they have more gaps. More steps. The Vex within the Vault are closer to their apotheosis than she is. Plus...depending on who ultimately goes there...it all depends on who can apply the most leverage.

RASPUTIN: I WILL KEEP YOUR WORDS IN CONFIDENCE.

[REDACTED]: ...she approaches...

/ENTITY [REDACTED] {EXISTENTIAL ERROR!} DEPARTS/

RASPUTIN: ...WHAT AN EXASPERATING TURN OF EVENTS.

/EVENT MODE SET: FALSE SENTINEL/

/NEW ENTITY DETECTED/

/ENTITIES PRESENT: RASPUTIN {MAGI-COM/RSPN-15}, STRANGER {AYANAMI-CLASS/EXISTENTIAL ERROR?}/

/EVENT MODE SET: GOLDEN IDOL/

/NEW ENTITIES DETECTED/

/ENTITIES PRESENT: RASPUTIN {MAGI-COM/RSPN-15}, STRANGER {AYANAMI-CLASS/EXISTENTIAL ERROR?}, MISATO KATSURAGI {[O]-CLASS/GUARDIAN}, PEN-PEN {[O]-CLASS/GHOST}/

/TRANSLATION SUBROUTINE (OBSCURANT SCRY): ACTIVE/

MISATO KATSURAGI: Pen-Pen...what's going on?

PEN-PEN: Wark. (We have been displaced from our prior metaphysical instance. This is an entirely separate dimension.)

MISATO KATSURAGI: Another metaphysical dimension?

PEN-PEN: Wark. (There is an additional chronological displacement. Magnitude: one atomic second.)

MISATO KATSURAGI: ...and displaced from Earth's reality by one second of time?

PEN-PEN: Wark. (Affirmative.)

MISATO KATSURAGI: ...boy. Somebody went to a lot of trouble to hide this place.

/[O]-CLASS ENTITIES APPROACH CONTAINMENT UNIT/

MISATO KATSURAGI: ...a MAGI...an actual MAGI...

/END TRANSCRIPT/

Grimoire: Mystery - The Anomalous Zone

I have heard many tales of Pujari, a Warlock thanatonaut known for unusual visions and dreams. I wonder how he would have reacted to the Device.

I dive back in, and witness.

There is an experiment in the desert. A great power is being tested.

A hole is punched in reality. Something is sent far away. The other remains. What they are, I cannot tell.

A red planet...it must be Mars. But there is a shift. Things that should be...are not. This timeline feels wrong, as if events are rebelling against an established order. But established by who? Or what? What dictates whether certain events are 'right' or 'wrong'? Why do some timelines feel more 'proper', regardless of how horrible they may be?

But I digress.

Through the hole rushes an entire ocean. The air carries a scent of salt now, that slowly consumes and corrodes. There is progress - but progress to what? - into both past and future, and the world itself becomes closed off. Something foreign has taken root, yet somehow...familiar.

Time passes, yet this realm is timeless. The newcomers - now natives, they have always been natives - guard this realm jealously. Interlopers are treated harshly. I cannot see what's done to them. It is as though they are erased. I wonder how literal that term is.

Then...the realm is no longer hidden; a red devil has exposed it. The natives quiver with rage, and a multitude of colossi rise to expel it. Every single one of them is screaming: OUR SHAPE IS SUPERIOR TO ALL OTHERS.

And then I awaken. Rose is cooing softly at me in her typically wordless manner. "I...I think I'm done for now."

Grimoire: Legend - The Black Garden

I am Pujari. These are the visions I have had of the Black Garden.

The Traveler moved across the face of the iron world. It exerted its will on reality, and the planetary dynamo began anew. An atmosphere was revitalized. The sky was closed, allowing life to grow. In so many things, there is symmetry. Do you understand? This is not the beginning but it is the reason.

The Garden grows through time, into the past and the future. The bloody flowers are always blooming.

There are gardeners now. They came into the garden in vessels of bronze and they move through the groves in rivers of thought. The home of the Garden is never fixed, pushed and pulled like flotsam on the currents of a vast sea. This means that whirlpools will draw it close, you see? The iron world had been one such vortex; however, an even greater maelstrom drew it closer.

This is the vision I had when I leapt from the Shores of Time and let myself sink into the sulfurous waters:

I walked beneath the blossoms. The light came from ahead and the shadows of the flowers were words. They said things but I will not write them here.

At the end of the path grew a flower in the shape of a Ghost. I reached out to pluck it and it cut me with a thorn. I bled and the blood was Light.

The Ghost said to me: You are a dead thing made by a dead power in the shape of the dead. All you will ever do is kill. You do not belong here. This is a place of new life, of grand possibility, and eternal glory.

The Traveler is life, I said. You are a creature of Darkness. You seek to deceive me.

But I looked behind me, down the long slope where the blossoms tumbled in the warm wind and the great trees wept sap like blood or wine, and I felt doubt.

I then looked ahead even further, beyond where the path ended; there were more flowers, with different shapes. I believe that some of these blossoms were other Guardians, being drained of their Light in perpetuity.

Those glowing streams flowed like water towards the center (that great whirlpool, a punctured wound in our world) where it intermingled with a Black Heart, pulsating with a power that was dark and primordial.

I could not tell whether this Darkness was devouring the Light, or embracing it.

When my Ghost raised me from the sea, there was a thorn-cut in my left hand, and it has not healed since.

Grimoire: Mystery - The Vault of Glass

The Ghost bears witness to a conversation, from nowhere and nowhen in particular. All attempts at verifying its spacetime coordinates fail resoundingly, and so it settles for listening to the blue-haired girl, as she talks with something unknown. Something vast, and grand; something limited, and fearful.

"I have considered your ultimate designs. Even if the truth of your origin has long been lost, you still aim to rectify that downfall. You seek to make your extinction impossible, by creating a victory condition for every single outcome. Your attempts to become inseparable from the underlying axioms that govern the universe are yet one example of this mentality.

"This is a shortsighted mentality, for you undercut yourself by attempting it. By making your extinction impossible, you exclude victory conditions in scenarios where your extinction ispossible. You are intentionally depriving yourself of useful data, with which you may obtain greater understanding about the universe and your place in it. The Pattern that you seek to emulate calls for the unending existence of the Vex; yet, what form will the Vex take? Will it be one to your liking?"

There is silence. The girl's head is bowed, as though she is listening to a response. Finally, she speaks again. "I suppose that it could be a difference of semantics; an alternate timeline is relatively indistinguishable from a parallel universe to the senses. However, the two timelines can be traced back to their point of divergence; a separate universe, complete with its own bundle of infinite timelines, cannot be traced back to anything but itself. So long as you focus on a singular universe...even if you master the entire span of its time and space...you will remain limited...and unfulfilled, as all possibilities will be denied to you. And in spite of it all, your existence will remain limited by the inevitable end of this universe, as unyielding entropy reaches its maximum, and the entire fabric of the cosmos reaches thermodynamic equilibrium.

"Do you understand what I am saying, now? It is quite simple: escape will make you God."

The girl turns knowingly towards the Ghost, and the fragment ends.

xxxx

Grimoire: Mystery - The Vault of Glass 2

Images flicker in and out repeatedly over its length. The result is a series of tableaus, moments in time captured by the Ghost's struggle to see what's going on:

- The face of a Japanese woman with burgundy hair, staring quietly at a female Exo. She appears to be confused, unsure what she is looking at. The red-eyed Exo is offering a bronze disk.

- A lab of sorts. A man is working over what appears to be a primitive Exo; the insignia of GEHIRN is visible in the background. There is another human in the lab, analyzing a vat of what appears to be milky fluid.

- A burning city. The local signage indicates somewhere in Eastern Europe. A multitude of Exos, armed for war, fire upon a slithering serpent; with a shriek, it sends enraged humans at the Exos.

- A woman bearing the colors of Ironwood, and a helmet with a silver crest; she is held by a dragon, surrounded by a crimson swarm. Agonized speech is answered by sadistic whispers, and the woman is thrown through a tear in space and time.

- A scarred battlefield, in a far away place with a light pink sky. Strange humanoids, bearing hard carapaces and four arms, are fighting against a legion of Vex Goblins. Every Vex unit is bolstered by red nanites. Commanding this legion is a monstrous fusion of a Hydra and a Hive Ogre.

- The battle-scarred world from the previous vision is witnessed through a portal of immense size. The image zooms out, and the Ghost finds itself viewing a gargantuan pyramid of living metal, growing out of an unstable world with a pale green sky and rivers of Vex mind fluid. The image suddenly shifts, as the Ghost realizes it is being held by the same blue-haired girl from before. "Do you understand now?"

The fragment ends.

xxxx

Grimoire: Mystery - The Vault of Glass 3

The Ghost is still being held by this strange specter. They are now floating above a world of ruin; the sky has gone dark, and living shadows are moving with dreadful intent. Hurricane-force winds are blowing, and a crimson glow is shining on the distant horizon. He believes that he has dreamed of this scene before.

The next image is of a chamber deep underground, with walls of glass; orange liquid glows beyond them. There are many blue-haired girls, standing around a central figure. She appears identical to them, and yet not; there is a strange heaviness in her presence. The image becomes fluid, and he witnesses history play out.

"I have taken the structure of Nokris's soul into myself, and made it my own," she says to her clones. "The link to her Worm will have to wait, until the time is right and proper. For now...I command that you all awaken."

There are over thirty of these clones. They suddenly brim with the presence of true life and sapience. The Ghost is confused; why do they seem indistinguishable? Why are they metaphysically exact?

"You will carry out my will in the world to come. You will find suitable partners, depending on what task I require of you." She glances at one of her clones. "You will serve as the Template. Your name will be Mana Kirishima."

"Understood."

That name seems familiar to the Ghost. It elicits a feeling of confusion and despair, and he is not sure why.

The blue-haired girl grabs the shoulder of the one named Mana. "SEELE has made their move. Instrumentality is now under way." Orange octagons float around the two. "Do not despair, for your purpose is a glorious one." She speaks so calmly and stoically, despite her grandiose words.

There is a wave of something, something red and heavy, and all save two dissolve into bloody goo. Motes of orange light - spirits? Souls? - filter through the ceiling, and he wonders where they're going. For some reason, this elicits a painful ache in him, and an odd sense of longing. And also...nostalgia? But why?

"...I can hear it now. The cry of the Traveler." This prime figure - perhaps the Original, given how much authority she seems to carry? - has an odd look on her face. "A strange twist of fate..." She is about to speak, but then she stops. "No. It doesn't matter; the Professor will soon make his move, and usher in a new age."

The scene skips ahead. The world has come to a standstill. Far away, unseen from this chamber, there is a sudden burst of Light - pure, powerful, pained! - and all of the Ghost's senses seem to cloud over. The clarity of his vision dims, and yet it is familiar. The closest approximation he can think of is faint static, or white noise.

"It is done." The Original looks at Mana Kirishima. "Let us be off. I will explain your role on the way."

"Understood."

He is now back in a blank void, and its familiarity fills him with unseen dread. He is being held by the same blue-haired girl from before. "You have glimpsed at many things, Ghost of Kabr. Even if you do not believe it to be so...this is a kinder fate, than what could have been. Individual terrors and pains...they pale, against the vast stretch of history, and its horrors that would smite you entirely." She smiles quietly. "Rejoice, for you and your Guardian's role was a necessary one..." She looks away; her lips are mumbling, as though she is speaking to someone. "...it seems our time is up. The Vex will want to analyze your perceptions of the scenes you saw." She releases him, and he briefly wonders if he is being set free. "Until next time."

Then metallic hands grasp him harshly, and Kabr's Ghost is once more pulled into the timeless prisons of the Vex. The fragment ends before it can record his scream.

Grimoire: Mystery - Taox

From the Records of NERV-Japan

[Time Stamp - ERROR!]

Rei: Instrumentality will soon begin. I will begin my preparations.

Taox: ...so it shall.

Rei: You seem hesitant.

(ten seconds of silence)

Rei: You were well aware of the consequences of your cooperation with Nokris, and with my iteration that arrived on this world with the Traveler.

Taox: I can tell myself over and over that this 'Blasphemous Vision' will be worth it, to end the scourge that is the Hive. I can intellectually rationalize the pragmatism of Nokris, with regards to this grand plan of yours. I can even understand the use of these time-travelling robots called Vex, to turn them against my hated foes. If it meant the end of Aurash and her accursed sisters...I was able to justify anything.

Rei: You speak in the past tense.

Taox: My few conversations with Gendo Ikari made me...curious. I have plumbed the depths of Nokris's vessel, and read through all of the records left within the human facilities. I read about the history of this world's native inhabitants, about the struggles they have endured. I was reminded of my dear krill, long before they were twisted into the foul Hive.

Rei: Humanity has indeed struggled to survive and make this world their own.

Taox: ...Nokris fantasized greatly of an entire race of Evangelions, capable of wielding the powers of both Sky and Deep. To turn humanity into these creatures...will remove everything human about them. They would be no better than the Hive, bound to two powers, instead of one.

(six seconds of silence)

Taox: ...why are you smiling?

Rei: If that were the extent of my Vision, my Grand Design, then that would be...unfitting, for my nature: sacrifice, and devotion. Truly, such a race would indeed be a great power, capable of overpowering all...

Taox: ...but that's not what you want, is it?

(three seconds of silence)

Taox: But Nokris became so fanatic about it! Even your plans to use her Worm to create a hybrid race of Hive and Vex, subordinate to her will and yours...they were supposed to be mere stepping stones, to the ultimate goal of creating a race bound to both Sky and Deep!

Rei: They are still stepping stones. But to something that will be...mutually satisfying to the Minds of the Vex, to the Worm called Eva, and to myself. If the humankind of this world were to change...to be twisted...then that would render all of his work, and all of his pain, worthless.

Taox: ...but how could you possibly satisfy the hunger......but what if...those machines...wait......no...

Rei: Impressive insight, to realize my means.

Taox: ...you wretched witch!

(the brief sounds of struggle, followed by a scream)

Rei: You seem to disagree with my methods.

Taox: ...you...you would make Aurash and her sisters...appear as saintly as the Ammonites...or the Ecumene...!

Rei: So long as the people of this planet survive, and remain unmolested...I do not see why I should care.

Taox: ...you...you...!

Rei: Do not worry. I will not kill you; the Lance that you brought to Earth, and the knowledge you carried of the Hive...have been quite useful. But your newfound opposition to my Vision makes you...inconvenient. So I will grant you what you have always wanted: a universe without Oryx, without his sisters, and without the Hive.

(a sound akin to falling water, heavily digitized)

[error!]: Where shall I take her?

Rei: Take her to the final endpoint of this universe, where entropy reigns supreme, and there is no longer anything left to kill. Such a universe could not be stomached by the Hive; such a universe would render the Hive extinct, for they would have no way to feed their Worms.

Taox: You-!

Rei: Farewell, Taox.


(DATA CORRUPTED! THE REMAINDER OF THIS TRANSCRIPT IS INACCESSIBLE)

Grimoire: Legends - The Nine

"WE ARE."

Welcome. If you are an Awoken, you have doubtlessly been curious about the Reef's mysterious benefactors. If you are an Exo or a Human, you have likely been drawn from the Inner Planets by the strange stories that follow us. If you also happen to be a Guardian, then you have likely encountered one of our agents, and are intrigued by the power of our trinkets.

The question has often been asked: what are the Nine?

The Nine are survivors of Earth's colonies who made a compact with an alien force to ensure their own survival.

The Nine are rampant MAGI, moving freely through the psychic ether.

The Nine are ancient leviathan intelligences from the seas of Europa or the hydrocarbon pits of Titan.

The Nine arrived in a mysterious transmission from the direction of the Corona-Borealis supercluster.

The Nine are the firstborn Awoken and their minds now race down the field lines of the Jupiter-Io flux tube.

The Nine are Ghosts who pierced the Deep Black without a ship and meditated on the hissing silence of the heliopause.

The Nine are the aspects of the Darkness, broken by the Traveler's rebuke, working to destroy us from within.

The Nine is a viral language of pure meaning.

The Nine are Ahamkara that escaped the Great Hunt.

The Nine are the shadows left by the annihilation of a transcendent shape, burned into the weft of what is.

So many theories, don't you agree?

Well, you have deigned to come this far; we shall oblige by unveiling our true form. Gaze upon our immensity; feel the Light and the Darkness that we wield with equal grace; realize just how small your previous conceptions of power are, in the face of beings that can turn moons into mobile war machines, and bring warmth to these dark places with newborn stars. Life flourishes on our worlds by our will alone.

You understand your place now, don't you?

Embrace it.

Grimoire: Mystery - The Nevada Incident

From the Records of NERV-America

/BEGIN TRANSCRIPT/

/TIME STAMP: XX/XX/2017/

"Hard to believe how many of the damned beasts have shown up, now."

"It is what it is. Our country's been fortunate enough to avoid the brunt of the Ahamkara, but-"

"I know, Dr. Vance. I know. But the Pentagon isn't willing to endure any more delays on our end. Not after Boston. Not after Baltimore."

"But we finally finished installing the enhanced Core! All experiments up to this point indicate a potential to channel over twice as much Light as the other Evangelions-"

"Hence their impatience about why Unit-04 has yet to be activated."

"It's not like we wanted Unit-03 to be delivered to us after that battle last year."

"Unfortunately, Dr. Mossman and your daughter happen to be our resident Ahamkara experts."

"Don't remind me, Wally. We still haven't found out who keeps deactivating the safeguards."

"Trust me, when we find them, they'll go straight to the holding cells."

"...you're under a lot of stress, my friend."

"We need to at least conduct a preliminary activation test. The Mass Production Series is still under construction, and the media is hounding our government for not having a hard counter to those beasts. We can't keep relying on Unit-02 or Unit-05 to come gallivanting all the way from Europe whenever a dragon is discovered."

"We've yet to find someone to serve as the Core's spiritual foundation. We haven't even gotten a Pilot, yet!"

"Then find one. Or one will be found for us. And I'd rather not allow SEELE to have any additional influence beyond what they already have."

"Professional rivalries can only go so far. It's not like working at NERV is for the runners-up!"

"True...do you hear that?"

"Why are the alarms going off...hold on, I've got a message from Alyx...oh no. Unit-03's torn out of Hazardous Materials! It's on its way to Unit-04!"

"...is that so?"

"I'm sending a message to Operations. Hopefully, Dr. Kleiner and Dr. Freeman can at least get Unit-04's passive defensive suite to activate-!"

"I don't see that being an issue. I don't think anything else will be an issue, for us."

"...Dr. Breen...why are your eyes glowing...?"

"I know you're not an idiot, Eli."

"...no..."

"Don't worry. However this resolves, it'll probably involve something spectacular...oh colleague mine."

"You-!"


KRAKA-SHYOOOM!!!

/END TRANSCRIPT/

FRAGMENT ENTRIES (MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT READ PAST CHAPTER 25)

Grimoire: Ossified Fragments - Divergence

"A New Testament"

Dearest Oryx, father of my spawn; my beloved, the Taken King: you are a fool.

I have seen the course of events, the long march of history since our departure from Fundament; we Hive have killed many, and have proven our existence over and over again. And yet we have not plumbed the depths of everything. Right now, our son and our daughters are battling strange machines in your Throne World. This is their tenth year of warfare against the Vex; a cheerful and cancerous pox be upon Savathûn the Cunning!

There is more that we do not know. There are possibilities that I must determine. My Worm is in agreement, so long as it is fed.

Dearly beloved, you continuously seek to ally yourself with a singular concept, to become synonymous with the very philosophy you follow, to become indistinguishable from death itself. A laudable goal, and one that I wholeheartedly support. Yet all three of your eyes are blinded to alternatives, much like your sisters; if, in the end, you are the only one standing, then the means are irrelevant. If the means are successful, then what does it matter if they are repulsive or repugnant? Victory at any costs is a virtue all its own, and is befitting of the Worm our God.

I have made my preparations. While you are communing with the Deep, I have copied the Tablets of Ruin; even if I have not the strength to use them myself (for I know if I call upon that fullness, that unyielding abyss, I will be consumed), they provide me leverage. While our children are fighting these bewildering machines, I will withdraw all support, and leave them alone to sharpen themselves. Such is my love, this sweet betrayal! If you hate me for this, I would treasure it like the finest wine.

I cut the chain of my tithe, oh King of mine, and will establish my own dynasty. If you chase me, then you will see the new path I have forged, and grow in understanding; if you do not, then this new power will mature and ripen, and become a truly worthy adversary, one that will force you to be an even better King.

Thus do I mount my warbound steed, my dark star, this Black Moon; thus do I delve into parts unknown.

Grimoire: Ossified Fragments - Blasphemy

"A Strange Encounter"

Through the cosmos, sailed my Black Moon; bereft of Hive that would send their tithe to their King, deprived of Spawn whose hunger would draw the attention of my dearly beloved: I have only myself, and my Worm. Motherhood is my nature, and my Worm chews at me; base worlds are passed and found; primitive lifeforms, unfit for my vision, serve as chattel. I tear off pieces of my flesh, to imbue the larvae with my power, so they can ravage and kill; tiny larvae grow and swell, becoming fearsome dragons. In this way, I have children of my own, to satisfy my Worm.

Whole worlds are wiped clean. Weaklings without potential are to be annihilated without hesitation!

And so it continues.

Finally, I arrive on the third planet of a distant star system: blue and pristine, rife with life that can be molded and twisted. But on this world, I found a strange capsule, containing someone I had never expected: Taox, foster mother of Oryx and his sisters! The oath of my dearly beloved prevents me from striking her down; however, she has managed to survive, for proverbial eons! By the edicts of the Deep, that means she must have some worth.

And so we parley, and talk, and debate, and argue, and scream!

It is a good time. I come to consider her a mother figure of my own.

After countless years - after my essence has soaked this world to the bone, and my children have run rampant - something new occurs, something I could have scarcely imagined! For untold ages, my beloved has chased the divine presence of the Sky, seeking to devour it, and swallow it whole!

And now, the Traveler itself has come to this world. It knows that I am here, and yet it came regardless!

I go out to face it. For the first time in the long memory of the Hive, the Traveler opens up; I am the first of our kind to step inside.

I speak with the Presence of the Sky; I speak with his companion, a young child with blue hair and an impossibly old soul.

Together, we contemplate a Blasphemous Vision, and my Worm quivers in anticipation.

Grimoire: Ossified Fragments - Slumber

"A Dream of Time Gone By"

Time slips by in fits and starts; sometimes, I wish I could be as the machines called Vex, and skip forward. But that would remove my presence from the Blasphemous Vision, breaking the chain of causality before it is destined to be broken.

Preparations have been made. The Traveler sleeps within the icy wastes. Taox sleeps deep within the Black Moon. I sleep, sitting upon my throne of osmium, as is my right as the Bride of the Taken King. Oh my dearly beloved, how many worlds have you sundered in my absence? How many civilizations, weak and worthless, have you annihilated? Oh my dreadful daughters, Ir Halak and Ir Anûk: how many have been undone by your songs? Oh my furious son, Crota: how many peoples have you scoured from existence itself?

These dreams of carnage bring me solace, during this long slumber.

Bits and pieces filter in through the fog; the dominant species of this world - humanity: soaked in the blood of their own, a mass of contradictory opinions on the merits of life and death, a chaotic tapestry through and through! - have discovered fragments that document this eternal war; they have found my copies of the Tablets of Ruin; they have stumbled upon my Black Moon, excavating it thoroughly, and digging deep; they tear at my shackled flesh, seeking to use it for their own ends, just as she had foretold; my son takes up residence on this world's lunar orb; strange minds begin to sing and curse, their presence an odd weight upon reality's fabric; the Traveler awakens, providing its putrid Light as a balm for their weakness! That I remain here, refusing to smite it; how deeply it galls me!

Yet I restrain myself, knowing that the Blasphemous Vision would otherwise fail. The glory of such an absolute victory, the beauty of such grandiose strength; how could I possibly deny it?

Then, my slumber ceases for a single instance; before me stands the man they call Ikari, and a child with blue hair, and three red eyes. Her soul is smaller, and fresh; compared to the first time, clouded by age and duty, she is pure and clear; the link is so incredibly bright in my sight!

The man called Ikari asks: what is my purpose on this world? How do I fit into the designs of those he claims to serve?

Aiat! Others may scheme and plot, but none can approach my patience! The Blasphemous Vision encompasses all that will help it obtain fruition.

He asks: what is this Vision?

And thus do I proclaim its majesty.

Grimoire: Ossified Fragments - Exaltation

"Cataclysmic Refinement"

My Worm gnaws and gnashes; I have been patient for as long as I can bear.

Once more, my flesh is used to empower the larvae; they are spread far and wide. The eldest of my erstwhile children - ancient dragons that have become part of this world's varied myths - begin to stir, to sow chaos and confusion. Their work is subversive and brutal; such pride I feel! Humanity will come to call this period the Cataclysm: a fitting title!

As my children ravage and rampage, humanity begins unleashing the creatures they call Evangelion. Flesh of my flesh, empowered by the Traveler, bearing souls of impressive girth; I receive glimpses of the carnage, and I only know pleasure. As the serpents they call Ahamkara perish, the power of Evangelion continues to grow. The humans find Taox, rousing her to wakefulness; I sometimes wonder how cancerous her desire for vengeance has become, to drive such a frail creature to embrace the Vision's impressive brutality.

Then, she appears: that creature of metal and spirit, bearing the same soul as the child with blue hair. She acts as an Emissary, and I treat her as such; it is time to advance the Vision to its next phase! From the confluence of time emerge Vex, bearing the larvae of my Worm; they drive the humans out of my Black Moon with severe prejudice, and disappear just as quickly. I let my power surge, to ward off all but one, the preeminent candidate.

I cannot even describe the ecstasy I felt when the Evangelion appeared before me, heavy with wrath and promising ruin. My dearly beloved, if only you could see: there is much power to be gained, using the power of the Sky in service to the Deep! This glorious Contradiction has produced the epitome of Awe and Terror.

Our battle leaves us both exhausted. I know that this display of power will draw the attention of others; I titter as the Spawn of my son descend from this world's Moon, and I am struck with awe as the Traveler is driven further and further back. It feels as though the Deep itself is beginning to choke this star system, rushing in to drown everyone and everything.

I feel sadness, knowing what awaits; if only I could participate further! Alas, I do what I must for the Vision.

Years of conflict pass; the Traveler has been isolated on this world. The schemes of others are beginning to ripen; I can feel reality beginning to tear under the power of a strange and perverse ritual.

The child appears before me, the same physical instance as the one who had accompanied the man called Ikari. She stares plainly at me, and speaks: I am here for what must be mine.

I laugh and jeer: Aiat! I shall not give it to you; how unfitting it would be, for the Harbinger of so great a destiny to have everything gifted to her! Nay, you must take it from me; even my Worm's tolerance has limits.

She acknowledges this reality: I will do what I must, as I have always done.

And lo, she did not disappoint; as strange minds and esoteric powers cripple the divine presence of the Sky, the depths of my spirit are gouged out. My flesh, great and mighty though it may be, is like a husk formed from ashes.

I wish to sleep now; I await the inevitable moment for when Evangelion will awaken me once more, to finish what was started. Upon my demise, all that I have will truly belong to the child; my Worm cares not, knowing that she will provide him with a perpetual feast of death, far beyond what I could ever provide. The Worm our God is amused, wondering how jealous Eir, Ur, Xol, and Yul would be if they knew.

My dreams are bloody: whole galaxies are consumed by a tide of undying flesh and living metal. It is a holocaust that never ends, to gorge upon for an eternity.

I am at peace.

Grimoire: Calcified Fragments - Redaction

"The Lost Verse"

Crota, my son. Your foolish fanatic - Thalnok, who mantles himself after you in all things - has sung of the monuments left by your conquests. As though I need someone else to tell me how thorough your slaughter is, so delicious and sumptuous to my Worm! Yet the tales of these glorious shrines - testaments to me, but more importantly a testament to the Deep - are telling by what they lack.

Nokris. My callous Bride; Mother of Blood; She of the Serpent's Tongue; Curse of the Sky! My thoughts of her are few and far, ever since her accomplishments were purged from the Worlds' Grave. Countless generations of Hive have been born and killed, who have never listened to her harsh whispers, who have never been burned by her awful gaze! Such is the nature of her betrayal, so stark and different from that of my sisters'.

Where Savathûn would demand that I enact vengeance upon her for undercutting me, Nokris has made no demands. Where Xivu Arath would unleash her war-moons upon my fleets to test my defenses, Nokris has tested nothing. The Worm Gods deigned to bless her with one of their own, so exceptional was she! So strange, for one who bore me such wondrous children, to turn away so completely, without a word to anyone or anything. To utterly abandon our crusade is a sign of weakness, and such weakness had to be purged.

Not that you will ever hear these words, my son. Just like my oath against Taox, these memories are mine alone to bear, and a lesson to all others! Her statue in my Dreadnaught is the only remnant, a singular sign that a creature named 'Nokris' ever existed. Let the others who remember her understand: our sacred cause is supreme, above even the bonds of family! Let those who never knew her wonder: what dreadful heresy was done to justify such a thorough removal?

And yet. And yet! Her departure, done in secret, was total; her tithe, cut! I have not sensed a new brood, nor have I felt the echoes of their hunger; she must have deigned to deny her very nature, that of Motherhood; she must have been devoured by now, surely. Yet Eva has not returned to rejoin our Gods, so their pact must still remain! How, and why?

My curiosity chews at me. What providence, that the forces of Harmony loom large; the coming war shall be a worthy distraction from these errant thoughts!

If only Nokris had remained. I would have taken the first bite of the Gift Mast to spite her, my beloved Bride.

RELIC ENTRIES

Grimoire: Relic - The Aegis

"The stars sang and decided if I was real. I drank of them, and tasted the sea."

These are the last words of Kabr, the Legionless:

Pahanin has obeyed instinct, and fled. Praedyth and Mana have delved even deeper into the depths of the Vault. Perhaps they will triumph.

I, however, have destroyed myself to do this. They have taken my Ghost. They are in my blood and brain. But now there is hope.

I have made a wound in the Vault. I have pierced it and let in the Light. Bathe in it, and be cleansed. Look to it, and understand:

From my own Light and from the thinking flesh of the Vex I made a shield. The shield is your deliverance. It will break the unbreakable. It will change your fate.

Bind yourself to the shield. Bind yourself to me. And if you abandon your purpose, let the Vault consume you, as it consumed me.

Now it is done. If I speak again, I am not Kabr.
 
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39.4, in which Lilavati-12 gives some insight into one of our story's divergences.
/The Anomalous Zone/

Lilavati-12 quietly floated over another gap, following her 'fireteam' across the floating platforms. A massive canyon had impeded their progress with Sparrows, so they had settled for making their way across the levitating blocks of metal and rectangular stone. Tevis had griped about how foolish an idea this was; Aria's reply had been rather telling.

("They would not be here if they did not serve a purpose. It's possible that the Vex wish for us to make it across." The young Warlock's words simply made Tevis even more incredulous. "That makes it a worse idea!" However, by this point, Chief was already moving ahead, leaping from platform to platform. The Nightstalker promptly lost it. "So much for good sense!" They all ended up moving forward anyway.)​

It had been a relatively quiet jaunt, thus far. Quieter than her normal outings, anyway.

(The Sunbreakers were one of the earliest orders of Titans, before the City had even existed. She had been one of the first to enkindle the fiery Light within her, to take back the night from the Wilds. Even as Takanome's Rangers escorted refugees across the wilderness to the gathering peoples beneath the broken Traveler, even as the Titans of the even older Pilgrim Guard served as their protectors...the Sunbreakers would be the hammer that forged a safe path.)​

Some of the younger Guardians would debate over whether the Firebreak or Sunbreaker Orders were more 'authentic'. After all, the Firebreak Order had records stemming back from before the existence of the Consensus. Yet, there was a reason that the Titan's Solar subclass was called 'Sunbreaker'; the term had been in existence for so long, it had become jargon. Regardless, both Orders believed in taking the fight to the Darkness; however, whereas the Firebreak Order had called the City 'home', the Sunbreakers had no fortress, no holdfast, no place to rest their head: they belonged in the Wilds, fighting in perpetuity.

(The Araelus let loose a warbling cry, and the stream of light smashed into her head; even for Exos, the light of Fallen from House Arael could short-circuit thoughts, and loose the connections between soul and machine; suddenly, fire roared, and the bullets of a Golden Gun pierced through the avian creature, A.T. Field and all. "Pardon me, looking for something." Her erstwhile savior bounded over her head, his Hunter's cloak fluttering in the wind. "Oh, and you owe me!" exclaimed the blue-eyed Exo over his shoulder, barely allowing a glimpse of a distinctive horn before moving on.)​

Such a character, Cayde was. For all his struggles and issues with memory, he sure had an uncanny knack for remembering seemingly 'trivial' things. Then again, she was no different. Even after twelve resets - some chosen willingly, some not - it was not fundamental details about her upbringing and life that remained constant; it was seemingly superfluous conversations, moments of singular triumph in combat, quiet nights by a fire pit in the empty wastes.

Perhaps that simply indicated her values.

(On occasion, the Sunbreakers would rendezvous with another similarly minded 'Order', of sorts, more akin to a Faction for Guardians: the Iron Lords. Although Saladin could wield the Hammer of Sol as well as any Sunbreaker, his prudent demeanor and fondness for the growing settlement beneath the Traveler's corpse was ill-suited for her Order. She was far fonder of Jolder, whose ferocity suited her powers as a Titan. Oddly enough, she was also fond of two of their Hunters: Katsuragi and Efrideet. Especially Efrideet; she never got tired of the tale of how Efrideet threw Saladin like a javelin into a Walker from House Ramiel.)​

It was honestly funny; how things could have been so different, were it not for a few elements of circumstance.

(Sloane, despite her graying hair and taut skin of bronze, had been a relatively young Guardian; despite being a Titan of the Firebreak Order, she was easy to get along with. So when Sloane brought word that the House of Bardiel was descending upon the fledgling City in overwhelming numbers, she took to the ear of the Empyreal Magistrate. Within the hour, all members of her Order broke from the Wilds to strike at the Fallen from behind.)​

The Battle of Six Fronts. A pivotal moment in history.

(Rezyl Azzir's fireteam had broken a path through House Bardiel's flank; with merciless fury, Titans from the Sunbreaker and Firebreak Orders surged into the gap, assaulting the massive construct that the Kell commanded, a hodgepodge of Walkers and Skiffs that was held together by living sludge. She would always remember fondly how her Hammer of Sol smashed into Reviks's gooey face, providing just enough leeway for Sloane's electrifying fists to crush the Bardielix's left arm. The monster had finally been wounded; cheered by the sight of weakness, the Titans fought even harder.)​

Pivotal in many different ways, it had turned out.

(Osiris, the new Vanguard Commander - and Warlock Vanguard for that matter, after Albios had resigned with sorrow due to his belief that he had let too many people die during Six Fronts; last she heard, he had left Earth on a self-imposed exile - had approached the Empyreal Magistrate with a deal of some sorts, to try and strengthen the Sunbreakers' ties to the Last City. However, negotiations were on hold pending the determination of the new Titan Vanguard, after Jagi - the previous Commander, part of the fledgling Consensus that had been formed to end the Faction Crisis - had perished during Six Fronts. Quite a few names had been thrown out to take his place; Saladin had bowed out, still mourning from the devastation wrought upon the Iron Lords not eight years prior. Likewise with Rezyl Azzir, who did not fancy a position of leadership. However, Zavala - not yet a Guardian of sixty years, and had already made a name for himself - and Saint-10, the Bright Crusader, had both been recommended by these legendary Titans. Privately, she dreaded the possibility of Zavala becoming the Titan Vanguard; when Sloane asked why, her answer was quite pithy: the man was too myopic, too focused on the City above all else...and the Sunbreakers were far too mercenary for his tastes, too disconnected from the people that lived beneath the Traveler.)​

To think, if a few things had been different...she might not be in this position.

(The Speaker stepped forward before the gathering of Titans; the other members of the Consensus were at his back. Jagi's successor was kneeling behind Osiris and the Hunter Vanguard Andal Brask, hidden from sight. "There has been much deliberation as to who would take Jagi's place as Titan Vanguard. We have all managed to survive a perilous battle, one that has tested our mettle; in these times, where wisdom is needed to chart uncertain waters, we must not only appoint someone who is beloved by the people - a quality that both of our final candidates shared - but one who has a pragmatic spirit, who is willing to entertain different methods, different tactics, different strategies...so long as it leads to the defeat of our enemies." With those words, she knew immediately - even before he was formally introduced to the gathered Guardians - that Saint-10 had been chosen, and that the Sunbreakers' era of total isolation from the City was at an end.)​

She briefly paused in her trip down memory lane to jump a little bit higher, avoiding a platform that vanished out of time and landing on the one after it. This was actually quite refreshing; out in the Wilds, far away from the City, her thoughts were clearer. Yet, without the constant rush of combat that she was normally accustomed to, there was actually time to think. It made the whole process of revisiting memories more palatable.

(Ouros, the Third Empyreal Magistrate, had never been fond of the Speaker's reclusive nature, or the inordinate focus that so many placed on the City. Yet the mighty Titan was even less fond of traitors, and backstabbers. Hence why when a representative of Lysander came to seek the Sunbreakers' assistance in a 'matter of grave importance', he was immediately rebuffed. Ouros had commanded that she deliver this reprimand word for word: "If you truly believed that the Speaker and Osiris were a threat to the City, you would have stayed and fought to the last. The actions during your retreat speak only of a spiteful man; the Sunbreakers will not entertain such a character. Begone!" One week later, Lysander sent another representative, who was promptly incinerated upon sight; the one thing that Ourus hated even more than traitors were people who couldn't take a hint.)​

Rumors and gossip were odd creatures; people had so many different ideas and perceptions on events and happenings that it made for an odd tapestry of events. Probably another reason why she enjoyed the Wilds so much. Meaning was found in the day-to-day struggle, defeating the enemies of humanity, and quelling the Darkness with the Light.

Then again, that disconnect from events allowed for new happenings to proverbially blindside her.

("So...you were out and about during the operation to reclaim SIVA...the Threefold Invasion...and when Skolas announced his declaration of war." She refused to let Cayde-6 make her feel guilty. "Hey, I know you're usually preoccupied, fighting Fallen out in the Wilds, but that's no excuse to treat the City like the world's worst motel." It wasn't going to work. No way! "Tell you what, to make up for being such a recluse - and that's coming from a Hunter, mind you - you can return that favor you owe me." Wait...what? What favor?! "That time I saved your bacon from an Araelus? I'm shocked you don't remember! Anyhow, doesn't matter, there's a particular Guardian I'd like you to keep an eye on...")​

"You have been awfully quiet."

Lilavati-12, her introspection interrupted, quietly glanced at the team's sole Warlock. "I'm just thinking."

Tevis chuckled. "Awful lot a thinkin' for a Titan."

"Comes with being an Exo," she griped.

Chief said nothing, focused instead on forging his way towards the other side of the canyon.

Well, that was certainly one redeeming quality of Cayde's 'particular Guardian'; he apparently didn't find it necessary to pry or stick his nonexistent nose into other people's business.

She would relish the relative tranquility; in a place like the Anomalous Zone, it was bound to end eventually.
 
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39.5, in which Fenchurch is not as 'Fenchurchy'. And for good reason.
/The Tower, the Last City/

"Well, that was quite the trip!" exclaimed Fenchurch Everis, looking down fondly at his daughter.

Princess Nula Sov quietly gave a nod of acknowledgment to their 'teammate'; when Aria Yamine had been unavailable (like now), a quiet (and rather bloodthirsty, in his estimation) Hunter by the name of Era had been their escort during their two month jaunt throughout the Inner Planets. As the Hunter calmly left their presence, Nula glanced at the coating of snow - he, personally, was more interested in the clusters of footprints that indicated a recent dance party, or perhaps a stampede of wildebeest - around the veranda. "It has been...eventful."

"That's putting it mildly." Fenchurch calmly recalled the various places they had gone to throughout Earth, Venus, Mercury, and Mars; the focus had been places of isolation, largely separated from the war with the Fallen, with only an occasional run-in with Cabal and Vex forces. The Hive had been mercilessly absent. Nula, for all that she seemed to appreciate his company, had investigated the locales - be it a strange Vex construct, an ancient Hive seeder ship, an abandoned Fallen camp, a demolished Cabal outpost, or dilapidated ruins from Pre-Collapse tiems - with a strange, intense diligence. Such was her way. "Alas, all good things must come to an end."

"Indeed. I will have to catalogue my thoughts and observations...and get to work on restarting my Library." She hid a rather obvious twitch. "And my sister allowed for at most two months of 'gallivanting'."

"Bah! If I wanted to, we could've gone missing for years and no one would have caught us. We could have tried pranking the Nine! Claiming Pluto as our own! Exploring the realms beyond our solar system!"

This elicited a small smile from her. "...well, you certainly are resourceful enough. Though, in defense of my sister, she would be more tolerant if you were less...bombastic."

"Balderdash! My flashiness is part of my charm, and the Queen knows it! Hells, I was the best damned guard she ever had, and I was wearing fake breasts at the time!"

"You've told me the story. You were only a part of her personal Guard for a week."

"My point still stands!"

"As does mine."

"...I notice you're not speaking of Prince Uldren."

"Honestly...he will probably always hate you."

"I can live with that."

Nula shook her head, seemingly amused by his flippancy. "I must go and speak with my sister...and then I must return to my home." With quiet grace, she softly hugged him. "It was...agreeable."

"You can say the word 'fun', you know. I'm sure the Queen hasn't outlawed it."

The Princess stepped away, lightly brushing at the wrinkles on her dress and robes. "Until next time."

"Indeed! Take care, my daughter!" Fenchurch briskly skipped away, humming a little ditty to himself, generally appearing to be as whimsical as ever. This continued for several minutes, until he was in a rather isolated corridor; he then ducked into a maintenance stairwell, trodding down several flights...and then just stopping. He leaned against a wall, slowly sliding down; upon sitting, all good cheer left him.

'...you put on a good performance, friend.'

His Ghost's words were not wanted, even if they were well-intended. Not now, Neville...I'm exhausted. It had only taken a few weeks to confirm his suspicions...but he had kept going. Nula hadn't seemed to mind, given whatever interests she had. Maybe he had wanted to prolong the good feeling for as long as he could bear. I had to make sure...I had to make sure.

'Shall I send a message via one of the other Hidden? Perhaps Eva Levante?'

No...no...I have to be more circumspect. Fenchurch briefly removed his golden sunglasses, squeezing his eyes tight and pinching the bridge of his nose; even though he felt like crying - hells, he wanted to cry! - there was only a burning agony that continued to smolder. Gingerly placing the shades back on, he reached into his robes and pulled out an odd, ramshackle communicator of sorts. Pressing several buttons, he waited for a connection to be established.

Finally, after one whole minute, an irritated voice blasted through. "I don't want to hear about it Fenchurch. Leave me alone."

Still as cranky as ever! "Such a miser, Asher. How's life in the Outer Planets?"

"Shush shush, trying to make sure my ship avoids the passive patrols, blast those Nine...have to follow up on a lead, I'm very busy. I'm sure Ikora would tell you all about it if she weren't off gallivanting on Venus. Not like she asked for my expertise or anything, it's not like I haven't plumbed the depths of Mercury and made it out mostly intact or anything!"

"Asher. Focus."

"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone? Why are you still on the line?"

"Listen. I need you to deliver a message to Prince Uldren."

"And why would I do something as troublesome as that? You're as much a part of Ikora's Hidden as I am, you find a way to do it."

"I have, and that way is called 'Asher Mir'."

"No."

"You have one advantage I don't."

"I have more than one advantage over you, but I can't bother myself with narrowing them down."

Asher's prickly barbs made him very exasperating to most people. Fenchurch knew that it was part of the man's charm. Probably why they got along so swimmingly. "It's called being a Crow." Prince Uldren's intelligence service was rather far-reaching; although the avian drones - also known as Crows, a 'bluff' of sorts to mislead nosy no-gooders - served a vital role, the bipeds took care of the HUMINT portion. Being a Guardian, Asher's position as a Crow and a Hidden was somewhat of an open secret amongst the Vanguard and the Reef; paradoxically - or perhaps fittingly - this made him a rather suitable intermediary. Probably explained why he was so cranky.

'In all fairness, Mr. Mir has always been cantankerous.'

Good point, Neville!

"...very well then. If it's not too much of an issue, I'll send a message through the proper channels."

Fenchurch sighed, gathering his thoughts; the subtle feeling had become a proverbial eyesore once he knew what to look for. Every soul had a particular 'wavelength' of sorts; Fenchurch liked thinking of it in terms of music. Each soul was a unique song. Hence why the metaphysical interactions between his daughter and Aria Yamine, and later between his daughter and Era's damned Ghost, had been so unsettling. Their souls, even if they had 'sounded' different, had all been based on the same wavelength: merely changed in terms of pitch, or tempo, so to speak...but still, fundamentally, the same.

Had he not spent such a long time with her...and had he not known the history of the Reef by heart...he would never have caught on. Nula Sov, or whoever she truly was, had probably been counting on it. "It's for the Queen. The message is as follows: The Princess is a pale masquerade. She'll understand the reference." Oh, would she ever.

Such a shame; his daughter had always seemed like such a nice girl, albeit quiet and unusual.

Then...she had never truly been his, had she? Even if she owed part of her flesh and blood to him...her soul belonged to something else entirely.
 
This could spell trouble for Rei's scenario, but I'm not sure how much. Rei seems to be using her clones in a similar fashion to how the Vex work. i.e. A network of individual platforms operating towards the same goal. Plus, judging by the fact that she controls Crota's throne world and is fusing the Vex and the Hive, the Queen may not be able to do much.
...and had he not known the history of the Reef by heart...
Though this seems to hint at the Awoken having a lot more intact historical records then the City. That, plus the legend of Maya and Aoba, (still recovering from that particular wtf) and the Reefs deal with the Nine and Rei's warning thereof leaves me wondering about...
...
...

Seriously how the HECK are you keeping all this straight? Do you even have a planned endgame, or just winging it? Either way, you look like you're trying to top MFE for climatic scale.
And succeeding.
I'm just blown away. Great work!
 
Though this seems to hint at the Awoken having a lot more intact historical records then the City. That, plus the legend of Maya and Aoba, (still recovering from that particular wtf) and the Reefs deal with the Nine and Rei's warning thereof leaves me wondering about...
...
...

Seriously how the HECK are you keeping all this straight? Do you even have a planned endgame, or just winging it? Either way, you look like you're trying to top MFE for climatic scale.
And succeeding.
I'm just blown away. Great work!

That bit you quoted is an oblique reference to 'The Queen' Grimoire, which was a summary of the last chapter of the Naomid, the books chronicling the reign of Naomi Sov, Mara's mother.

Given the existence of 'Erika Sov', Fenchurch's use of 'pale masquerade' was not a coincidence.

As for how I'm keeping it all straight...well, imagine a roadmap, wherein there a certain destinations I MUST visit (such as the Stranger being one of the Ree, or LILITH being Nokris, and so on). However, I can take as many detours as I want along the way.

Keeps the whole thing flexible, let's me develop it organically.

So basically, I do have a planned endgame...but I'm also mostly winging it. :V

/a brief list of detours:
//Fenchurch being Nula's dad (heck, just Fenchurch)
///the player character (Chief) actually BEING a character
////and anything involving Dominus Ghaul
 
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I literally cannot wait to see your version of Ghaul in action. I have little doubt he will be ten times the badass he was in game...
One thing I wish the Destiny story would touch on is Ghaul not seeming to understand why the Traveler chose to uplift humanity. (above and beyond its' usual M.O.) While we don't know for sure what made the Traveler stay there are several theories. Most of them boil down to a combination of the Traveler was getting tired of running and saw something worth fighting for in humanity. Namely, that humans are bright, clever, and obscenely stubborn. Remember the original Collapse ended a Golden Age so thoroughly we still don't even know half of the things that were lost and buried. So what did the humans do? Build up again and gear up for round two. Forget the Light and the Traveler, in the immortal words of Sergeant A.J. Johnson: "They could not have picked a worse enemy than the human race!"
Really my Destiny 2 mindset overall is best summed up here:
I just wish it was represented just a little better in-game. Still loving it though.
 
One thing I wish the Destiny story would touch on is Ghaul not seeming to understand why the Traveler chose to uplift humanity. (above and beyond its' usual M.O.) While we don't know for sure what made the Traveler stay there are several theories. Most of them boil down to a combination of the Traveler was getting tired of running and saw something worth fighting for in humanity. Namely, that humans are bright, clever, and obscenely stubborn. Remember the original Collapse ended a Golden Age so thoroughly we still don't even know half of the things that were lost and buried. So what did the humans do? Build up again and gear up for round two. Forget the Light and the Traveler, in the immortal words of Sergeant A.J. Johnson: "They could not have picked a worse enemy than the human race!"
Really my Destiny 2 mindset overall is best summed up here:
I just wish it was represented just a little better in-game. Still loving it though.

I mean, the trope "Humans are Special" is clearly at play here, so that's one reason.

And then there's the other predominate theory which is

Rasputin thought the Traveler was gonna leave/was leaving and shot it the back, relatively speaking.
 
MASTER MEMORY LIST
So, in a similar vein to the master Grimoire list, I'll be doing one for all of the 'memories' that have appeared in this story (those parenthetical sections that are used to designate glimpses into a character's past).

They will be split up by character, and will be listed in chronological order (their corresponding chapter will also be noted). Note that some of the memories are not dealing with particular incidents, but are somewhat 'summarizing' the general course of events that were happening at that time. This might be new for some of you, who have only read the memories in a fragmented order, so this will likely be a helpful refresher (it's also how I keep track of the past stuff :V)!

Honestly, this may offer some perspective and insights that you didn't have before.

Again, there will likely be spoilers for those who have only read up to chapter 38! Of course, if you're skipping ahead parts of the story (can't imagine why), just assume that everything prior to chapter 38 is a spoiler. :V :V

You have been warned.

xxxx

(As the great dragon rampaged, his unlikely savior rolled up in a sleek blue automobile. The door opened, and a lovely woman greeted him. "Hey. Sorry to keep you waiting!") - Ch.6

("I brought you here because you were needed." His father's voice was calm, yet distant, detached; nothing had truly changed.) - Ch.2

("I CAN'T! I CAN'T PILOT THAT THING!") - Ch.3

(The distant figure shrugged off his cries of protest, callous and unfeeling. "If you're going to pilot, do it now. If not, then leave.") - Ch.2

(The girl had blue hair, and glowing red eyes; despite her injuries, she was going to step forward in his place.) - Ch.2

(I mustn't run away, I mustn't run away, I mustn't run away, I mustn't run away!) - Ch.2

(It was his first time in the Entry Plug, and the orange fluid enveloped him. It tasted like blood; they said it was breathable; henceforth, he thought of it as breathing blood, and it was always a macabre thought.) - Ch.2

(Her voice came through loud and clear on the intercom, flush with authority and vigor. "EVANGELION UNIT-01: MOVE OUT!") - Ch.6

(The Evangelion walked the earth for the first time, a harbinger for something great and terrible.) - Ch.13

(With a mouth not his own, yet so much more, he howled. Facing him was a great wyrm, the first of many.) - Ch.2

(The senses of Unit-01 felt clunky. Obtuse. Faded. It was all he could do to not collapse. And yet the pain of the dragon biting into his arm was all too real; his first battle, and far from the last. He could never recall all that he had done...but the video footage of the Evangelion going berserk and brutalizing the First Ahamkara were all too real.) - Ch.26

("Of course, we've got to do it flamboyantly, eh?" His confused expression prompted the woman to elaborate. "A welcome party for my new roommate, of course!") - Ch.7

(The city was small, and clustered together; yet, in the light of the setting sun, it seemed almost intimate. If that even made sense. "Never forget...this was the city that you saved.") - Ch.7

("...tadaima," he said nervously. The woman's smile was beautiful, and she replied "Okaerinasai!" He actually thought she might have been sincere.) - Ch.2

(The first time he opened her refrigerator, the sight of all the beer was inwardly repulsive. He tried to square the image of a beer-guzzling flirt with the coolly authoritative stature of a Captain, and failed miserably.) - Ch.7

(She had to know what she was doing, walking around in such...indecent clothing. She had to know! Was she doing it on purpose?!) - Ch.6

(He stared dumbly as she chugged the entire can of beer in one go. Upon finishing, she let loose a hearty and throaty whoop. "YEAAAAAAAAAH! This is the life!") - Ch.7

("This place is supposed to be home from now on! You can actually kick back, and relax!")

(He pointedly tried to ignore the feminine undergarments drying on a hangar in the bathroom, even as his mind screamed that this was ridiculously inappropriate, this was so inappropriate! And that's when the penguin - seriously, a penguin - startled him, prompting him to scream with shock and run out of the bathroom. That he was standing completely naked in front of Misato didn't cross his mind until several seconds later.) - Ch.28

("What you did today, Shinji-kun...it was very noble. I just wanted you to know that.") - Ch.3

(Shinji quietly entered the classroom, looking at unfamiliar faces, not knowing that at least a few of them would become treasured friends. The only one he recognized was the quiet blunette from yesterday, staring quietly out the window, as though ignorant of the bandages around her form.) - Ch.28

(The blunette with red eyes stared quietly at him, utterly uncaring of her physical injuries; without saying a word, she looked back outside, even as their teacher continued speaking.) - Ch.14

(The wyrms emerged, granting wishes of power and intrigue. Those they deceived became mere thralls, avatars of destruction.) - Ch.2

(The Lightbringer had fled their world, and a great multitude followed it, seeking the paradise of Mercury, the greenery of Venus, the waters of Mars; they had remained behind, to reclaim their home from them.) - Ch.2

(Center the target, pull the trigger...center the target, pull the trigger...) - Ch.2

(He tried to ignore the memory of a claw piercing his not-eye, of cold demands that he fight. He looked over the cliff, and wondered if anyone would miss him.) - Ch.2

("You need to know the systems of Eva inside and out," commanded Misato, hovering over him as he read quietly from a thick user manual. "You never know when you'll need to perform some field maintenance!") - Ch.26

("I mustn't run away, I mustn't run away, I mustn't run away...") - Ch.16

(The boys in the Entry Plug whimpered at the sight of the wyrm: a sinuous snake that wound around the skyscrapers of Kyoto. Their whimpering only increased as he let loose a furious howl, one mirrored by Unit-01 as it charged.) - Ch.9

(The handlebars were mostly for show, as his thoughts and will were the primary motivators for Unit-01. He still grabbed them, if only to make sure he had something to hold on to, to keep from falling away...at least, that's what it felt like.) - Ch.7

(The First Child never complained or bickered: every task that was placed before her, she did without question. He boggled; how could she stand the monotony of this war? How was she so strong? He asked; her quiet answer was enough to chill him: "Because I have nothing else. If I die...I can be replaced.") - Ch.28

(The red leaf was a sign of hope for everyone else; a heavy burden for him.) - Ch.2

(Without Eva...would anyone care about him?) - Ch.2

(Slowly, surely, he pulled the trigger; charged positrons erupted from the rifle, piercing the once-impenetrable scales of the flying beast. At last, the red wyrm fell.) - Ch.9

("Why are you crying?" she woozily asked, sitting quietly in her Entry Plug; Unit-00's scorched form was standing nearby, still smoking from the Ahamkara's last attack. "...I do not understand." With vociferous desperation, he ranted; never say that you had nothing else! Never say that you could be replaced! As he delivered his plea, his mind snidely whispered: you only say this to assuage yourself. Becuase if she had nothing...then she would be just like you, who also has nothing...and then you would have no excuse for your weakness, in the face of her strength; no excuse for your cowardice, in the face of her bravery.) - Ch.28

(For the first time, she smiled. There was an unusual expression in her red eyes, and they actually watered. "I apologize," she said, reaching up to wipe them away, a natural reflex. "I have never smiled before. It hurts.") - Ch.28

(He had many questions; about the giant in purple armor, about the enemies they faced. He never asked, because he knew there would be no answers.) - Ch.2

(The roar rattled him, a promise of destruction for rejecting their gifts.) - Ch.3

("To move the Evangelion, you must open your heart to it." It was the best advice that she had ever given him. Even if Unit-01 frightened him...even if the prospect terrified him...he had to open himself up to it.) - Ch.20

(The hand that was not his own clenched tightly, plunging the knife into the scales of the great wyrms.) - Ch.1

(He quietly followed his friend into the hospital room, staring despondently at the young girl laying on the cot. She tried to say that her injuries were no big deal; compared to her brother's fist against his cheek, the shame of his failure felt that much more painful.) - Ch.19

(Shinji yelped as he was sent flying, tumbling head over heels; woozily getting to his feet, he gazed into dispassionate red eyes, and at the casual motions of her combat knife. "That was slightly faster. Again.") - Ch.19

(He eyed the elevator panel oddly; all floors below Central Dogma needed a thumbprint and retinal scan to authorize access. There was also another odd panel of sorts, shimmering white and blue; another layer of security? He sighed, and pressed the button to head to the parking garage where Misato was waiting. Whatever lied beneath was just another mystery that would never get answered.) - Ch.23

("Simulations can only go so far." Shinji looked mutely at the various weapons laid before him, then at the various targets at the far end of the firing range. He looked up at Misato, who was unwrapping some new earplugs. "I want you to have an instinctive understanding of what it's like to handle a gun.") - Ch.7

(Unit-01 gripped the sinuous neck, digging in deep into the ground as the beast thrashed about. He held it just long enough for Unit-00 to descend from above, progressive machete decapitating the dragon in one fell swoop.) - Ch.23

(He resisted the urge to blush as Misato and his friends praised the dinner he had made; it wasn't a big deal, honestly...he just wanted them to have a good time.) - Ch.19

(He witnessed from afar as civilians fled from the rampaging dragon. Resigning himself to yet another battle, he stepped forward to save them.) - Ch.3

(He watched despondently as the thralls advanced, their very footsteps burning the asphalt; whatever their wish had been was irrelevant. And so Unit-01 stoically smashed them under its foot, slowly turning to the dragon that watched slyly from atop the skyscraper.) - Ch.11

(Unit-01's eyes seemed to narrow, focusing on the scales along the dragon's torso, shattered by an extensive missile barrage. With swift prejudice, the progressive knife struck, stabbing through the gaps, and into the softer flesh.) - Ch.11

(Center the target...pull the trigger.) - Ch.3

(Evangelion Unit-01 gazed at the waters of the Sea of Japan, knowing that the Ahamkara that had reduced Sado Island to a ravaged husk was under there. Without hesitation, he delved into the deep.) - Ch.36

(The first of the wyrms had nearly ended him. Months later, when a proverbial hydra torched probability itself with its gaze, he put out its eyes with pinpoint shots.) - Ch.3

(The months passed, and the Japanese mainland bore more and more scars. Yet the waters of Lake Ashi...the strange and grandiose Geofront...they were but a few constants.) - Ch.23

(For every wyrm that was killed, another seemed to rise. Different day, same cycle of frustration.) - Ch.3

(Sometimes, he rather enjoyed the rather idyllic beauty of the Geofront...but then he would recall the cold and sterile environment of the complex below. As the months went by, the drudgery of the war completely tainted it, reducing the scenery to a mere veneer of natural elegance.) - Ch.23

(Yet another day of simulations. Another day of testing. The monotony was broken up by school...and, on frequent occasion, a draconic abomination. The mind-numbing dread had become a constant companion.) - Ch.14

(She smiled. "Thank you." And then she turned away; it was the last time he ever saw her.) - Ch.3

(The blue cyclops advanced in his place, holding a large canister. Ramming it down the gullet of a massive wyrm, the two vanished in nuclear fire. And thus did he scream.) - Ch.2

(As his scream of anguish faded, the massive wyrm emerged from the nuclear fire, scorched but alive. The blue cyclops did not. And thus did his screams became rage personified.) - Ch.3

(The wyrm's wing lashed out, slicing through the Evangelion's arm. Searing pain consumed him, but it only made his fury burn hotter; howling, he willed Unit-01 to lunge forward, its horn gouging into the dragon's face.) - Ch.8

(The dragon's corpse was sprawled over the mountainside, and it had been dead for minutes now; and yet, as an entire town lay in smolders behind them, Unit-01 kept stabbing away at the dead beast, lost to Shinji's rage.) - Ch.11

(As far as fifteenth birthdays went, Shinji thought that spending it unconscious in a hospital wasn't too bad in the grand scheme of things. Even if the circumstances leading to it had been painful, it had been...quiet. And yet, awakening to the sight of a slumbering Misato - slumped over his cot, hand gripping tightly to his own - was an oddly heartening experience, one that almost made his prior ordeals worthwhile.) - Ch.11

(He grimaced at the sight of his erstwhile guardian: slumped over onto the table, having fallen asleep amidst a bunch of beer cans and various operational reports. It was odd, to see someone who commanded such respect at NERV be such a slob in her off period. Still, that was no position for sleeping; with a resigned sigh, he slowly tried to place her arms around his shoulders, and quietly tried to carry-slash-lug her over to the couch. He grunted, letting her slide off onto the cushions...only to yelp as her arms sleepily dragged him down with her. The snoring woman impulsively hugged him tightly into her chest, which was clad in a tank top...and only a tank top. Petrified with fear and terror and shame and a heady cocktail of other feelings, he imitated the behavior of countless prey animals and went perfectly still. It was one of the most stressful nights in his entire life.) - Ch.28

(The dragons attacked as a pair, spewing fire and lightning; Unit-01 stormed through the fire, ramming its fist down the beast's gullet and tearing at the stomach within. Howling, the Evangelion turned around, swinging the dragon at its colorful twin.) - Ch.26

(The dragon was dead, its spine snapped. Unit-01 rose, and Shinji's eyes fell upon the blasted peak of Mt. Kusuyagadake, the shattered isthmus that once connected the mountain to the mainland, and the trail of carnage that their battle had left. Nothing can stop me. It was perhaps the first time he consciously realized what great power lied within Unit-01's grasp...within his grasp. No one could stop me. He could just leave. He could leave it all behind. I could destroy anything they sent after me...) - Ch.20

(With a sudden lurch of his gut - impulsive revulsion at the thoughts he was entertaining - Shinji vomited into his Entry Plug; the bile floated lazily through the LCL. "...eww.") - Ch.20

(He asked Misato about the casualty report from the Sendai operation. "...it doesn't matter, Shinji-kun," she quietly said. "After what the dragons' Vassals did...it was going to be a mess regardless of what happened." He knew that...and yet he asked again, because it was his right to know. With great reluctance, she showed him the after-action report. Casualties were in the hundreds of thousands...it was a telling reality of the war against the wyrms that it didn't even surprise him. Perhaps that was the most horrifying part of it all.) - Ch.28

(Some people looked at him now as though he were immortal; some called him the 'Invincible Ikari'. He was all too aware of how fragile life was.) - Ch.10

(The beast had five heads, all breathing hot gas and tongues of fire. Despite the heat and the burn, Unit-01's A.T. Field held firm; with a desperate howl, he swung the progressive sword, unleashing the might of the Eva's soul.) - Ch.20

(He spoke of the recent mission to Otsuki, a small town about twenty-five miles north of Hakone; Toji nodded, speaking rather fondly of childhood visits to his grandparents. That nostalgic smile faded as he continued to speak of the horrific serpent that had snaked its way into Otsuki's underbelly; as he spoke of how the town no longer existed, the sorrow in Toji's eyes rendered him incapable of feeling anything other than disgust, all directed inward at himself.) - Ch.23

("Well...I'm home," he murmured, stepping into the apartment. It felt as empty as he did.) - Ch.17

(The great wyrm tossed him aside; through the supernatural senses of Unit-01, he felt it when his back crashed into the highway, filled with panicked evacuees. Vehicles were crushed, and flesh was pulped. Wearily, he rose...and stared at the paste of concrete, metal, and corpses that his collision had caused. Dozens...maybe hundreds...howling in despair, he and the Evangelion shared a transcendent anguish. In a flash, he was upon the dragon, ripping away at it with his bare hands.) - Ch.8

(He looked up at the starry sky, and relished the quiet dark. It was a reprieve that he...rarely had these days.) - Ch.6

(The door to the cell opened, chasing away the darkness of solitary confinement. Shinji warily looked up, facing the stoic silhouette of Gendo Ikari. "The final casualty figures are in from the last operation. Your...tantrum...resulted in the deaths of one thousand, two hundred and forty people. The Horaki family was among them." His heart froze, and his jaw dropped. His palpable horror was apparently enough for his father. "I'll give you another day to think about the cost of your insubordination, and how high a price it was." Despite the man's apparent words of concern, he still seemed as cold and distant as ever. "Next time, you will follow orders." With a decisive slam of the door, Shinji was once more cast into the dark. Before long, the blackness was joined by the sound of deep sobs and agonized screams.) - Ch.9

(He heard the roar from beyond the mountain ridge. Oh how he wished for a different life...and yet, this had become all he knew. It was now the only thing he was good at.) - Ch.6

("I heard Dr. Akagi, father; I asked her, and she told me about the soul within Unit-01!" The makeshift command center - a far cry from the technological stronghold within the Geofront, now consumed by shadow - was dark, empty of all save two: himself and the Commander. "Why? Why did it have to be mother? Why was she the one who had to be the soul of Eva?" He yanked at the lapels of his father's jacket, staring up into the man's impassive face. "All these years...I thought she had DIED! WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME?!") - Ch.26

("The Ahamkara will eventually subvert us all, if we do not strike them at their source. For that...our only hope is Unit-01.") - Ch.3

(He gazed at the eyes of the dead boy, wide with fright. He then gazed at the eyes of the boy's killer, wide with madness.) - Ch.6

(The school had been pulverized. The thrall that had once been his friend walked slowly towards him, with eyes shedding anguished tears. Shinji knew that the boy could easily kill him...and yet, there was resistance. With tremendous agony, the thrall bared his neck, even as possessed fists reached to strangle him; it was an invitation, a last request, that of a prisoner pleading for mercy. Shinji grimaced, his body shivering with anxious misery; why did it have to be him? WHY WAS THE BURDEN ALWAYS HIS?! Howling with grief, he took his small pocket knife and jabbed it into his friend's neck.) - Ch.11

(The school was supposed to be a place of normalcy, a place of escape. One fateful day, a lone wrym granted a single wish to a desperate boy: by the time the sun had set, the entire building was destroyed, and the beast's thrall had to be put down.) - Ch.7

("Shinji, I'm coming in." He hadn't moved from his bed since returning from the battlefield, leaning on his knees. His bed crinkled as Misato sat beside him. The silence was...oppressive, and smothering. Just like the school had been that day, when one of his few friends had begun killing everyone.) - Ch.7

("...the tears won't come, Misato," he said, despondently. One of the few constants of his life: gone, in an afternoon of fire, blood, and carnage. "...I feel sad, but the tears won't come.") - Ch.7

("...Shinji...this is about all I can do for you right now." Her hand slowly rested atop his own. Wearily, he looked to his right; the woman was facing straight ahead, not wanting to look him in the eye. It was strange; he could remember the first time he had met her, looking up to see her face. Now, after two years of constant battle against the wyrms, they could see eye-to-eye. Perhaps that, more than anything else, was what decided it; Ayanami, Horaki, Kensuke, Toji...they were all dead now. When it came to the people that he cared about...when it came to the people that cared about him...who else was left? Thus, when Misato slowly turned to look at him - a strange intensity in her eyes - it was ultimately no surprise when he lunged forward, kissing her deeply out of a desperate, lonely hunger.) - Ch.7

(There was no time for words, or for thoughts; only the frenzied hunger of two individuals seeking complementation in the only way that was left to them, through ravenous kisses and grasping bodies.)

(He woke up in Misato's arms, somewhat numb and bewildered by...well...everything. The woman was staring at him, an inscrutable, unknowable heaviness to her gaze. He looked back, unwilling to move, unwilling to speak...unwilling to do anything other than just lie there, resting in a loose embrace, hoping that the world would just ignore them. However...by this point, they both knew better, didn't they? The next day, the operation to destroy the Source of the Wyrms would commence; little did they know that this moment of peace would be their last one together.) - Ch.7

(Standing at the edge of the great abyss, he wondered how they could've gone so long without knowing.) - Ch.7

(The great beast stepped forward, facing the three-eyed Giant.) - Ch.1

(Deep beneath the Geofront, in this dread chamber of bone and ruin, two Giants clashed. Darkness and black shadow swirled from the white Giant...and it was laughing. It was pleased. It was not curved and pasty, but jagged and harsh; he was facing the Giant in its true form.) - Ch.25

(The Source of the Wyrms screamed in Unit-01's face, smashing it into the wall. With immense fury, the Evangelion tucked its leg in, kicking the great Giant into the main deck.) - Ch.23

(Soul warred with soul, and his howl seemed to pierce everything.) - Ch.1

(The furious melee continued, as the two Giants' thrashed and ripped and roared; every movement carried tons of force behind it, and it felt as though the entire Geofront would fall down around them.) - Ch.24

(Punch, after punch, after punch! The three-eyed Giant scowled, white hand glowing with green fire; the horrific jab smashed into his left shoulder, and there was nothing but pain.) - Ch.24

(He heard a remorseful sigh, as their burning radiance filled the ravenous void...and then he was rocketing away at unbelievable speed, spinning uncontrollably.) - Ch.1

("Shinji-kun...be safe," whispered the voice within Unit-01. And then, without any input on his part, the Entry Plug was jettisoned, its acceleration boosted to a ludicrous degree by his Eva's A.T. Field.) - Ch.26

(After what seemed like forever, there was a sudden stop, and a horrific collision. And then there was nothing.) - Ch.1

(The screaming warrior descended like a comet, and struck the Bardielim with all the force of a lightning bolt. It was his first encounter in this new life with another Guardian, and she wielded power as easily as breathing.) - Ch.27

(Will and instinct and experience provided the form: Shinji's entire body, glowing with Light, crackled with an electrical aura as two sparking blades manifested in his hands. And he answered the horrid howls of the Hive with one of his own.) - Ch.27

(Lord Saladin patted him on the shoulder, a gesture that was meant to be reassuring; he believed that it was. "...that sort of rage is not necessarily a bad thing. It can drive you past your fears, to fight instead of flee; however, that anger is only as useful as your control over it. Do you control it? Or does it control you?") - Ch.20

(The stalwart man did not falter nor fail, even with the three axes embedded into him. He could see Misato's body begin to tremble with rage and sadness...and yet Saladin did not appear to regret it. "...make it count..." And so he fell, once and for all.) - Ch.35

("Unfortunately, Pahanin's memories after the event were...compromised. We will only be able to provide you some basic details of what to expect." Osiris glanced between him and Eris, before turning back towards the projector. With a few hand motions, the Vanguard Commander conjured the image of a large, circular door of segmented, glossy metal. "Although the location will have changed...the entrance should hopefully look the same.") - Ch.38

("I liked doing a lot of work with the Pilgrim Guard," explained Vell as they were gearing up for their departure from the City. "They always had a lot of good things to say about Lord Gheleon. Never saw him myself, but there were a lot of times we'd have overwatch in some ruins, or when an enemy ambush got triggered before we ever got near it. Like a very reclusive guardian angel." A brief pause, as he grabbed another ammo block. "...he was a good man.") - Ch.38

("My order understands the perspective of Osiris, and his drive for understanding." Eriana-3's voice filtered through the speakers of his cockpit; their voyage to Venus would take another hour, so their whole team had time to...well, chat. Eris and Eriana's debate had started to get heated. "But understanding the enemy should only go as far as learning their strengths and weaknesses. All of this talk about the possible history of the Hive, the philosophy of the Vex Minds...they're superfluous.") - Ch.38

("Lord Zavala actually based this off of what he learned from Sakura Suzuhara," explained the Titan; Shaxx and Ikora served as a distraction down below, dispersing the clusters of Iruelim. "It's more of a...'brute force' application of our Light. But it's a useful intermediary for those who've yet to learn how to manipulate their A.T. Field." The Titan knelt down atop the bluff, and saw Fallen turning their wire rifles towards their position. "Shinji, Eris, Eriana; get ready to open fire!" He braced himself, letting his Light surge...) - Ch.38

(The contemptuous words of Eriana-3 filtered through his helmet's speakers. "Typical of House Iruel, to turn any machine to their favor." He watched with a strangely morbid curiosity as Zeruelim and Israfelim took the fallen remnants of individual Vex units, draining and scraping away at any hint of the milky radiolaria; each shell was then bathed in the yellowish glow of an Araelim, nullifying any trace of the Vex's indomitable psychic will from the shells. Then, once they were sufficiently 'purified', the units were inhabited by swarms of Iruelim. Still, they couldn't let the Fallen gain a foothold in this region; with a small hand signal, he let his Light surge, forming a javelin of indigo energy. In the next instant, two Shadowshots slammed around the Fallen, binding most of them; a flurry of grenades fell next, exploding with the power of Void, Arc, and Solar; then, as one, he and his five teammates descended upon the Fallen from all sides.) - Ch.38

("The thanatonauts of my Order have long experimented with A.T. Fields in our attempts to minimize or thwart the twisted energy of the Araelim," explained Eriana-3 as she quietly cleaned her sidearm; in the distance, Eris and Ikora were keeping a wary watch on a large-scale counter-offensive by the Hezen Corrective against the fortifications of House Iruel. "But Sakura Suzuhara brought back an organized, disciplined sense of metaphysical fundamentals, courtesy of her tutelage from the Sage...and with some additional guidance from Commander Osiris...we were able to create something new, uniquely suited for Warlocks and how we channel our Light.") - Ch.38​


(She, Mari, and Kaji all sat in the ruins of a broken cafe, clanging their beer bottles together. By next week, the dear Inspector would be lost forever to the seductive whispers of the Ahamkara. It was...bittersweet.) - Ch.17

(The man with a ponytail advanced casually, despite her panicked warnings to stop. "All I wanted was the truth...that's all I ever wanted. And they gave it to me." Even though she was pointing a pistol at him, he wasn't frightened at all. "You can have whatever you want, Asuka." He raised his bloodstained hands, which burned with an unearthly power. "All you have to do is make a wish...oh pupil mine.") - Ch.7

(She had given up everything she had once been. It hadn't been enough to stave off the inevitable.) - Ch.6

(Unit-02 leapt over the hill, somersaulting over the writhing mass of scales and teeth; turning over, it took aim with the crossbow, and fired massive bolts of steel into the eyes of the dragon-) - Ch.21

(Reading the report from Osaka brought a scowl to her face: two Ahamkara, killed at the same time! "That stupid Shinji thinks he's just all that, doesn't he?") - Ch.16

(The stars were vanishing, and the light of the sun was choked out; only the Traveler remained to illuminate the Earth, and it too seemed like it was doomed. Regardless, Unit-02 would stand and face the tide, all the way to the bitter end.) - Ch.17

(Unit-02 slowly rose from the deployment hangar inside NERV-Luna, carrying the Lance stoically. "Like riding a bicycle," murmured the Second Child, gazing at the distant fire that was consuming Mare Imbrium. "...let's go, Mama.") - Ch.21

(Unit-02 clutched the weapon tightly, growling furiously; with a mighty roar, it pierced through the veil of green fire, and descended upon the army of Hive.) - Ch.21

(Force bled through the orange energy field, and lightning arched through the Bardielim, from the orb through the tendrils to its husks. Flesh cooked, and the orb burst like a rotting watermelon.) - Ch.16​


(Her father slowly placed the cross around her neck. "Take care, my daughter." Then, he pushed her beyond the threshold, and into the clean room. She looked through the reinforced window, pounding and screaming desperately as he turned to face the wyrm. His left hand held a detonator; with the press of a button, the complex beyond vanished in fire, consuming both human and serpent.) - Ch.11

(She listened stoically to the screams of Shinji as the dragon's talons pierced Unit-01. The rest of the command staff did not see how her knuckles went white, or how her jaw tightened. What she wouldn't give to be able to face the beasts herself!) - Ch.11

(The red dragon's fire erupted the moment Unit-01 emerged from the Geofront. Her breath hitched and her gut curdled as the Pilot's screams echoed from Central Dogma's speakers. "Get him out! GET HIM OUT OF THERE!") - Ch.27

(Over and over, she sent them out to face those monsters. Over and over, she wished she could join them.) - Ch.4

(The blonde smiled bitterly, looking at the weathered schematic of three supercomputers. "My mother's legacy, for what it's worth.") - Ch.4

(The First Child's death had hit Shinji hard; however, the reports soon came in of an Ahamkara in Manchuria, so there was no rest to be had. The Commander, bearing absolutely no fatherly concern or compassion, said that it was time to deploy; she felt a brief spike of outrage, one that she had to fight to quell. Yet...Shinji simply relented, and went on to fight. After the battle was over, she had asked why he hadn't protested, or complained, or resisted, as he occasionally had in prior operations. His answer was stark in its simplicity: "I wanted to...but people were dying, Misato-san. What would it have accomplished?" From that point forward, she would no longer regard the fourteen-year-old as a boy, but as a man.) - Ch.39

(She watched quietly as the violet Evangelion was transported to the launch bay; taking in its grim appearance and demonic-looking helmet, she turned towards her old friend. "You ever get the feeling that we're playing with fire, using Eva to battle the dragons?" At that question, Ritsuko did one thing she hadn't heard in a long time: laugh. Loudly and deliriously.) - Ch.26

(She stared grimly at the various reports that Ritsuko dropped on her desk. "You wanted to know about where Eva came from, right?" As she slowly shuffled through the stack - idly noting a bunch of scientific verbiage and sketches of something immense - her friend continued, "It's called LILITH. If the Traveler provided the energy that animates Eva...then this creature's flesh was what formed the mold.") - Ch.22

(In a place she thought she knew, the army of darkness emerged.) - Ch.4

(She walked into the Wild alongside her fellows, head held high with confidence and vigor. By the time the order to retreat was sounded, the survivors could be counted on one hand.) - Ch.4

(The storm of red scattered them all. All it took was one touch - just a single touch! - and her comrades were no longer so.) - Ch.4

(From the great observatory, she stared at the realm beyond the Cosmodrome. With their numbers depleted...they could no longer hope to keep it free from hostiles. And thus it was abandoned.) - Ch.4

(Eris had been gone for months, and had literally missed everything regarding the Hive's incursion and the reclaiming of SIVA. It was entirely fair to ask what she had been investigating. "Your homeland, Lady Katsuragi." Wait. What. "The Prince of the Hive, the Monster of Luna...Crota...is beginning to awaken." What? "And now...so is the Bringer of the Cataclysm..." What?! "The Mother of the Ahamkara...the being you only knew as LILITH." WHAT?! "Do with this information what you will. I must inform the Speaker as to my findings.") - Ch.22​



(His childhood seemed colorless. There was no father that he could remember, and his mother was a distant workaholic. It was...an existence. And that was all. Before Yui...there had been nothing worthy of being called a life.) - Ch.29

(It had been mere hours after the Katsuragi Expedition's discovery; even now, while others were coordinating a presentation, and a global news release, he was still sitting underneath that Antarctic cavern, in the tropical jungle that defied probability, looking at the great white sphere. The Old Men had been right: the universe was far bigger than they had ever imagined.) - Ch.18

("Seriously honey, this stuff is practically the nectar of the gods!" Yui's vivacious voice echoed through her private lab, the sheer excitement outmatched only by her visible glee at the sight of various vials filled with the Traveler's ethereal energy. "Associated events have been detected outside of their light cone! Causality, thermodynamics, entropy...this has the potential to revolutionize everything!") - Ch.30

(As Naoko Akagi finished explaining the nature and necessity of Rei Ayanami to the Committee, the Chairman asked a salient question: "Tell us, Ikari: why go through the trouble of creating this child, when your own spawn could make for a suitable Pilot Candidate?" Without batting an eye, he answered: because Yui and I don't want to expose our son to unnecessary dangers. After that meeting, the tiny girl would look up and ask why he lied. The reason was simple: because lies made for effective weapons; the truth, even more so.) - Ch.30

(As Naoko continued her vigorous rambling, he saw Yui kneel down, looking curiously at the blue-haired child, bearing three eyes as red as blood. "...I wonder what it is that you see, when you look at us," she murmured. With a strange sense of finality, the blunette answered, "A means to an end.") - Ch.30

(It was the only way. It was the only way. He repeated that to himself like a mantra, even as his dearly beloved delved into the red sphere, becoming one with the Evangelion: the sum of so many hopes and dreams. It was the only way.) - Ch.18

(Mere minutes after his dearly beloved had united with Unit-01, the beast suddenly snarled; the red Core quivered, and his wife's body was...vomited...out onto the catwalk, comatose and unmoving. What had happened? What had gone wrong?!) - Ch.30

(Yui's comatose body was kept sequestered in the deepest levels of NERV-Japan, hooked up to life support that would keep her physically functional in perpetuity...but without the entirety of her soul, it was almost pointless. He clenched his hands tightly, and quietly departed; henceforth, all internal reports would refer to this body as 'the Fragment', in the hopes that this predicament wouldn't reach the ears of the Old Men.) - Ch.30

("We have much to discuss," said the Stranger, grabbing him by the wrist. Before he could finish his protest, there was a sound akin to falling water...and then the entire universe opened up before him.) - Ch.30

(Deep within Terminal Dogma, the threshold was about to be crossed. "Rei. Commence the test." He watched stoically as the cycloptic Evangelion raised its hand, aiming it towards a chained convict, one who had been slated for execution within the week. No one would miss him; it was why death row inmates could be so useful. So he remained silent as the Prototype Evangelion's hand shimmered...and then glowed with a shadowy radiance that was somehow wrong. Without hesitation, the hand lowered towards the test subject...and then, the energy seemed to twist and pull, yanking the prisoner into what could only be called oblivion.) - Ch.17

(Inside Terminal Dogma, Gendo Ikari watched in silence as Unit-00's hand began to glow with that same shadowy radiance. With a sudden burst of shadow, the first test subject - the death row inmate - reappeared. He wanted to call it a shadow, but that seemed...unfitting. The prisoner's eyes were blazing with an unearthly light - somehow similar, and yet utterly unlike the Light of the Traveler - and his body blazed with the colors of turquoise and distant stars. With a frightened yowl, the prisoner disappeared in a puff of smoke, reappearing several meters away from Unit-00. "...Rei, restrain the test subject for further analysis." If this would give him an edge over the Old Men, he would take it.) - Ch.30

(Decades after Japan had fallen dark, years after humanity had been forced back to Earth, years after the Ahamkara had been killed; now, the horrors of an unyielding universe were upon their doorstep, Unit-02 fought without end, and the Old Men were about to unleash the end. And so he coldly raged at the Traveler; what had it all been for?! If you had known that this would be the end, why bother?!) - Ch.18

(There was a quiet whisper. This cycle has gone on for an eternity. A small stream of Light emerged, from the bottom of the Traveler. Witness my vision. Slowly, he walked towards the stream...and with a stoic certitude, the Commander of NERV entered the Traveler.) - Ch.18

(The ramifications had been made clear to him. The choice before him was one of the damned: one way or another, life would never be the same. Yet the plans of SEELE were more immediately deadly, which was what ultimately convinced him. And so he resigned himself to his fate, and activated the ABHORRENT IMPERATIVE.) - Ch.29

(With a slow gasp, he awoke amidst a bunker, staring into the synthetic eye of a Ghost. Ever so slowly, he ascended, and emerged into the open air...and stared quietly at a clear sky, and a broken Traveler, that was now so much lesser than he could recall.) - Ch.29

(Weeks passed, and the clean-shaven man spent them crawling through broken remnants of blessed machinery and alien technology. He mapped out the pathways, eventually concluding that the interior was now sealed off to the outside world. With a grimace, he quietly wormed his way back to the exterior...and blinked at the sight of various torches flickering in the night. It would seem that more people had arrived while he had been away.) - Ch.29

(He was a quiet Warlock, dutifully studying the Traveler's current state - slowly mastering the Light within himself - as more and more people gathered beneath the crippled entity. One day, with no warning at all, a seemingly ageless girl with blue hair and red eyes walked onto his proverbial doorstep. "Hello Professor. I believe we have some catching up to do.") - Ch.30

("I remember you...somehow. Someway." He stared at the little Ghost in his hand, speaking with a voice he never thought he would hear again. And just like that, he once more had hope.) - Ch.30

("People really like the smell of vanilla. It reminds them of the Traveler." Although his mask blocked his expression from being seen, he couldn't help but arch an eyebrow at the eccentric Awoken's words. Come to think of it...that had been the case, hadn't it? "Which is why the Tower would become even more pleasant with these scent sensations from Eververse!" And yet somehow, he still found himself annoyed by Fenchurch's incessant hawking of his wares.) - Ch.29​

(He arched an eyebrow, looking quietly at the woman in ragged clothing, and armed with even more ramshackle weaponry. "...where have you come from?" When she spoke, and revealed just how far away she had hailed from, he wasted no time dragging her before Lord Radegast. That sort of determination needed to be with the Iron Lords.) - Ch.11

(The sword of Warlord Zhao dug into his side; searing pain consumed him, but it only made his determination burn hotter; howling, he lunged forward - ignoring the sword piercing him further - and smashed his fist into the Risen's face.) - Ch.8

(The wrath of Warlord Kira was swift and fierce, his many men holding off the other Iron Lords with great zeal. And yet, in the end, it was the tiny axe blade on the barrel of his weapon that shattered the killer's Ghost; from that point on, the Iron Lords' victory was assured.) - Ch.11

(The corpse of Warlord Tirek lay in a smoking crater behind her; sighing with remorse, she removed her helmet, looking intently at her visor. "That damn fool actually messed up my paint job." Her irritation was so genuine that Saladin couldn't help but laugh.) - Ch.11

(The forces of Warlord Horus had been routed, and the Risen tyrant had been killed for good. As the Iron Lords began the unpleasant task of burning the dead, Lady Katsuragi let loose a bitter chuckle. Noticing his inquisitive stare, the woman explained, "I'm just remembering...this kind of pitched battle, with the odds stacked against us, against an implacable enemy...I wonder if this is how he felt, whenever he fought..." She had that odd stare in her eyes, the kind she always had when reminiscing about her old life. "Remind me to tell you about Shinji-kun, sometime.") - Ch.8

("Shinji-kun...he was forced into a really shitty situation. Story of our lives, right?" Lady Katsuragi cracked a dry smirk, casually sniping at the bandits from afar. "And yet...even though I could tell how much he hated the life he had...he never ran away. And he never gave up. No matter how much he wanted to." Crack, went the rifle, and down went another unseemly lowlife. "He was...well, I guess noble would be a good word." Crack.) - Ch.8

(As Lady Katsuragi finished yet another tale from the Time Before, he glanced over at Lady Jolder. Quietly, the female Titan - knowing exactly what button to push - smiled, and said, "Nice story, but I bet I could shoot better." With an outraged squawk, the purple-haired Hunter stood, accepting Jolder's challenge. And just like that, the woman's aura of gloom was gone. Jolder...had a talent for that.) - Ch.11

(He had thought it a fairly serious question to ask. Lady Jolder's bark of laughter was unexpected...but then again, given what she said next, it should have been no surprise. "If I am to die, let it be in battle, with weapons in my hands and laughter in my heart.") - Ch.11

(He looked straight into the eyes of Lady Jolder, her thumb hovering over the handle of the detonator. As the storm of red surged towards her, she mouthed three simple words. Then, the corridor she stood in vanished in fire, triggering a tremendous collapse of metal and rock. And then he, Lady Katsuragi, and Lord Gheleon were alone...the last of the Iron Lords.) - Ch.11​


(Felwinter quietly floated downward, letting the gentle wind caress him. Step by step...the world was being rebuilt.) - Ch.11​

(The girl was a mute, who made up for her silence with rambunctious movements and glaring hair dyes. Yet every single day, she decided to bother her with inane offers of homemade pastries. Finally, just to get some peace, she took one of the mute girl's offering and bit down. It was...well, it was actually pretty good.) - Ch.19

("Your reputation precedes you." The words of her teacher were true; the being before them quietly terrified her, so dark was his presence. And yet the Warlock kept speaking with a steadfast confidence. "I believe you would be interested in this endeavor of mine...what say you, Rezyl Azzir? Or do you prefer Dredgen Yor?") - Ch.20

(In retrospect, she would always think of him as the Betrayer; and yet his guile had managed to disarm them both. In the vacuum of Luna, a tide of bone and claw descended upon them.) - Ch.12

(The shackles they had placed upon her drained away at her Light: a shadowy construct, built from the same miasma that poisoned the entire lunar fortress. Even as the Betrayer dragged her teacher towards the waiting arms of the Deathsinger, she could do nothing...!)

(Her teacher and mentor did not struggle in the Deathsinger's grasp; with a single song, he was Shattered, and his entire form seemed to cease in all senses of the word.) - Ch.12

(There was a strange flash, and a quiet voice; her last sight was of the Betrayer, receiving his reward...and then, she fell unceremoniously on the surface of the Moon, wincing at the brightness of the Sun. Her savior was nowhere to be found.) - Ch.12

(Her cloak of invisibility would hold. Even as she crept past what seemed like legions of Hive, she could not doubt herself. And so she entered Hakone.) - Ch.12

(She peered into the great crater, quietly observing the broken arcology below...and she felt a strange unease at the logo of a red leaf, branded upon buildings that had long been lost to the enemy.) - Ch.12

("How have Sakura-chan and Vale hidden from the Hive for so long? Well, it's quite simple!" exclaimed the Sage, lightly chewing on the roasted vegetables that Ikari had provided for supper. "As I've said before, the A.T. Field is a simple manifestation of the metaphysical channels through which you channel your Light. If that's the case...then if you completely cover yourself in an impermeable field, binding the Light within...how are you going to sense it?") - Ch.23

(The Device subjected her to yet another vision: a legion of walking shadows with skulls for faces, a living horde of blades. They were storming the walls of the City...!) - Ch.31

(Another vision from the Device: the violet Giant snarled, eyes glowing red; there was a horrific weight to its walk as a halo of light opened above its head, revealing a crimson void. The bloody abyss slowly grew, and began to consume everything...) - Ch.31

(The Device spoke once more: the home of the Awoken was burning, put to the torch in retribution for a war long lost.) - Ch.31​

(Magistrate Loken ranted and raved at Jaren, screaming about how Palamon was his, and his alone! The sheer possessiveness of a sad man, who was paranoid and frightened; but by the end, the Last Word had spoken, and Loken had spoken his last.) - Ch.25

(The Ghost had showed up one day, saying that I was hers. When I went to Jaren...he simply appraised me, with that same discerning look. Then, with a knowing nod, he said, "I'll teach you all that I know.") - Ch. 25​

(She squealed in shock as the building around her began to fall away; she barely caught sight of a purple Giant's back - struggling mightily with a fearsome dragon - before there was a sharp pain, and everything went dark.) - Ch.26

(She slowly opened her eyes; more visitors...? Ah, it was her big brother's friend, Shinji-kun. And who was the beautiful woman with him...? "Ah, Sakura-chan...this is my guardian, Misato-san." The boisterous woman scoffed, and gave the boy a relentless noogie. "Come on, Shinji-kun! I'm more than that; I'm your lovely roommate too! Just calling me your guardian makes me sound old!" She liked the older woman immediately.) - Ch.31​

("We know that this path we walk is a harrowing one, and that many will suffer as a result," said the man who now bore the title of Dredgen Bane. "But my brothers, my sister...that power discovered by Yor is one that we can attain, without the sacrifices that he endured. We will make certain of it.") - Ch.25

(Three days. Three days he had spent under the self-penetrating gaze of the Sage's Introspection. He did not like what he saw within himself...but he would have to make due.) - Ch.25

("...Suzuhara..." He sighed, looking ahead at his young companion. "I mean...Sakura." She looked quizzically at him, standing atop a small rocky outcropping. The morning mist made this whole event seem...needlessly poignant. But it had to be said. "What my companions and I did...for killing your Ghost...I'm sorry.") - Ch.25​


(Gendo looked at her notes with a sense of caution. "I recognize a portion as having Hive origins...but I don't quite recognize the other parts." He looked up, eyes hidden behind orange shades. "Could you elaborate on your inspiration?" She spun a tale of brilliance, and feverish dreams, and ideas as to how to isolate the residual dimensional taint of the Hive. Enlightening him as to the true source - a Stranger, visiting her private lab, and bringing offerings from the Vex - was not on the table at this time. "Very well. If it works, then we need to implement them at all sites immediately. They'll be our last resort, should something require the MAGI to act in concert.") - Ch.24

("...you think he gets tired of the sync tests? Or the training simulations?" Naoko Akagi's question went unanswered. "...I'm not hearing a no." She pushed one of the techies aside, typing furiously onto the keyboard. "Welp, I'm taking that as approval! Adding a random volcanic eruption to the simulation!") - Ch.23​

(He looked down at the ruins of North Channel with a grimace. "Come on Azzir," said Asuka-2, slapping his back vigorously. "Those survivors aren't gonna make it on their own." He watched her leave, wondering just how much longer she could stomach these sorts of small victories; the Fallen had been repelled, but not truly defeated; they had found more people to take to the City, but only because their home had been destroyed. In the long run, what difference was any of this going to make? There needed to be a game changer...or perhaps, he needed to ask a different question altogether.) - Ch.25

(From the moment that Rose - no longer lovely and gentle, but harsh and jagged, evoking a truer beauty - first unleashed that poisonous taint, that could curdle and choke and smother the Light of another...it was at that moment that he realized the crux of this ongoing war, and how it would ultimately end.) - Ch.24

("Nothing dies like hope. I cherish it." His first and last friend recoiled, aghast at the sheer malevolence of his words...and yet, the little Ghost was still insistent. Obstinate. Stubborn, in spite of his warnings. "...even if you do cherish it, Azzir...I refuse to believe that you are completely lost." He shook his head; honestly, he had warned him. He had been very plain about it. And so he took his Ghost, carved the Light from him, and left the drone's carcass to rot in the sands of Mars.) - Ch.24​

(Lance clashed with Sword, and bestial roars echoed through the thin atmosphere of the Moon; it was a battle for the ages.) - Ch.27

(The final blows had struck: the power of the Lance pulsed, dispelling the Monster's physical body. However, the godling's blade had left a nearly fatal wound: a vicious stab through the torso, narrowly missing the Core...narrowly missing its Pilot. Wearily, the Beast turned, gazing as the Entry Plug - forcefully ejected just in time! - hurtled towards Earth.) - Ch.27

(The Beast left the Lance embedded into the rock outside the complex. Retreating inside, it slowly activated a stasis field unique to the Production Types...and then it curled up, falling into a long, dreamless slumber.) - Ch.27​

(Within the darkened chamber, the other eight members of the Committee remained silent as he finished his report. "Our agent within NERV-Japan has managed to deliver all experimental data regarding the Dead Sea Tablets. We should be able to replicate those processes with no issue.") - Ch.30​

(It was the first days of the Cataclysm. Gang activity in the inner city had become intolerable, to the point where open warfare was taking place. The military had been mobilized to restore order, until - inexplicably - they too had turned on themselves. The local police were surrounded on all sides by hostile forces. It was in this hellish environment that he, a mere officer, stepped into the fray.) - Ch.36

(The Evangelions - those fabled war machines that were supposedly mankind's only defense against cataclysmic terrors - were scattered, fighting Ahamkara in distant countries. However, there was a wyrm here - now - and it had seduced an entire throng of Vassals to cause a riot in his hometown. Something had to be done...someone had to act. And so he quietly rose from his chair, looking sternly at the security officials who were guarding the building, and said something very simple: "I need a weapon.") - Ch. 34

(In a matter of years, he had changed so much from what he had used to be. Undergoing GEHIRN's procedure to become an Exo, ascending through the ranks as other officers died, became Vassals of the Ahamkara, or simply fled...in less than a decade, his shoulders bore the four stars of the Chief of Police. In terms of remaining municipal authority, he was all that was left; countless lives in the city depended on him. In spite of it all...he always rose to the challenge.) - Ch.36​

(He stared with wide eyes at the orange crystal, within which lied a nude girl with blue hair...and three red eyes. "No...that absolute madman...!") - Ch.36​

("Hold on!" Lithe arms wrapped around her waist, dragging her away from the ghoulish terrors and towards the convoy. After her savior - a Hunter; a Guardian - turned back towards the battle, she tried to place that voice. It took a few minutes...but once she did, she quietly smiled with joy, a sensation that was shared by the Original Herself. After all these years, he had finally returned!) - Ch.37​

(The Sunbreakers were one of the earliest orders of Titans, before the City had even existed. She had been one of the first to enkindle the fiery Light within her, to take back the night from the Wilds. Even as Takanome's Rangers escorted refugees across the wilderness to the gathering peoples beneath the broken Traveler, even as the Titans of the even older Pilgrim Guard served as their protectors...the Sunbreakers would be the hammer that forged a safe path.) - Ch.39

(On occasion, the Sunbreakers would rendezvous with another similarly minded 'Order', of sorts, more akin to a Faction for Guardians: the Iron Lords. Although Saladin could wield the Hammer of Sol as well as any Sunbreaker, his prudent demeanor and fondness for the growing settlement beneath the Traveler's corpse was ill-suited for her Order. She was far fonder of Jolder, whose ferocity suited her powers as a Titan. Oddly enough, she was also fond of two of their Hunters: Katsuragi and Efrideet. Especially Efrideet; she never got tired of the tale of how Efrideet threw Saladin like a javelin into a Walker from House Ramiel.) - Ch.39

(The Araelus let loose a warbling cry, and the stream of light smashed into her head; even for Exos, the light of Fallen from House Arael could short-circuit thoughts, and loose the connections between soul and machine; suddenly, fire roared, and the bullets of a Golden Gun pierced through the avian creature, A.T. Field and all. "Pardon me, looking for something." Her erstwhile savior bounded over her head, his Hunter's cloak fluttering in the wind. "Oh, and you owe me!" exclaimed the blue-eyed Exo over his shoulder, barely allowing a glimpse of a distinctive horn before moving on.) - Ch.39

(Sloane, despite her graying hair and taut skin of bronze, had been a relatively young Guardian; despite being a Titan of the Firebreak Order, she was easy to get along with. So when Sloane brought word that the House of Bardiel was descending upon the fledgling City in overwhelming numbers, she took to the ear of the Empyreal Magistrate. Within the hour, all members of her Order broke from the Wilds to strike at the Fallen from behind.) - Ch.39

(Rezyl Azzir's fireteam had broken a path through House Bardiel's flank; with merciless fury, Titans from the Sunbreaker and Firebreak Orders surged into the gap, assaulting the massive construct that the Kell commanded, a hodgepodge of Walkers and Skiffs that was held together by living sludge. She would always remember fondly how her Hammer of Sol smashed into Reviks's gooey face, providing just enough leeway for Sloane's electrifying fists to crush the Bardielix's left arm. The monster had finally been wounded; cheered by the sight of weakness, the Titans fought even harder.) - Ch.39

(Osiris, the new Vanguard Commander - and Warlock Vanguard for that matter, after Albios had resigned with sorrow due to his belief that he had let too many people die during Six Fronts; last she heard, he had left Earth on a self-imposed exile - had approached the Empyreal Magistrate with a deal of some sorts, to try and strengthen the Sunbreakers' ties to the Last City. However, negotiations were on hold pending the determination of the new Titan Vanguard, after Jagi - the previous Commander, part of the fledgling Consensus that had been formed to end the Faction Crisis - had perished during Six Fronts. Quite a few names had been thrown out to take his place; Saladin had bowed out, still mourning from the devastation wrought upon the Iron Lords not eight years prior. Likewise with Rezyl Azzir, who did not fancy a position of leadership. However, Zavala - not yet a Guardian of sixty years, and had already made a name for himself - and Saint-10, the Bright Crusader, had both been recommended by these legendary Titans. Privately, she dreaded the possibility of Zavala becoming the Titan Vanguard; when Sloane asked why, her answer was quite pithy: the man was too myopic, too focused on the City above all else...and the Sunbreakers were far too mercenary for his tastes, too disconnected from the people that lived beneath the Traveler.) - Ch.39

(The Speaker stepped forward before the gathering of Titans; the other members of the Consensus were at his back. Jagi's successor was kneeling behind Osiris and the Hunter Vanguard Andal Brask, hidden from sight. "There has been much deliberation as to who would take Jagi's place as Titan Vanguard. We have all managed to survive a perilous battle, one that has tested our mettle; in these times, where wisdom is needed to chart uncertain waters, we must not only appoint someone who is beloved by the people - a quality that both of our final candidates shared - but one who has a pragmatic spirit, who is willing to entertain different methods, different tactics, different strategies...so long as it leads to the defeat of our enemies." With those words, she knew immediately - even before he was formally introduced to the gathered Guardians - that Saint-10 had been chosen, and that the Sunbreakers' era of total isolation from the City was at an end.) - Ch.39

(Ouros, the Third Empyreal Magistrate, had never been fond of the Speaker's reclusive nature, or the inordinate focus that so many placed on the City. Yet the mighty Titan was even less fond of traitors, and backstabbers. Hence why when a representative of Lysander came to seek the Sunbreakers' assistance in a 'matter of grave importance', he was immediately rebuffed. Ouros had commanded that she deliver this reprimand word for word: "If you truly believed that the Speaker and Osiris were a threat to the City, you would have stayed and fought to the last. The actions during your retreat speak only of a spiteful man; the Sunbreakers will not entertain such a character. Begone!" One week later, Lysander sent another representative, who was promptly incinerated upon sight; the one thing that Ourus hated even more than traitors were people who couldn't take a hint.) - Ch.39

("So...you were out and about during the operation to reclaim SIVA...the Threefold Invasion...and when Skolas announced his declaration of war." She refused to let Cayde-6 make her feel guilty. "Hey, I know you're usually preoccupied, fighting Fallen out in the Wilds, but that's no excuse to treat the City like the world's worst motel." It wasn't going to work. No way! "Tell you what, to make up for being such a recluse - and that's coming from a Hunter, mind you - you can return that favor you owe me." Wait...what? What favor?! "That time I saved your bacon from an Araelus? I'm shocked you don't remember! Anyhow, doesn't matter, there's a particular Guardian I'd like you to keep an eye on...") - Ch.39

("They would not be here if they did not serve a purpose. It's possible that the Vex wish for us to make it across." The young Warlock's words simply made Tevis even more incredulous. "That makes it a worse idea!" However, by this point, Chief was already moving ahead, leaping from platform to platform. The Nightstalker promptly lost it. "So much for good sense!" They all ended up moving forward anyway.) - Ch.39​

/this post took a lot longer than I thought it would
//new update tomorrow
 
39.6, in which we see that this ain't your normal Vault of Glass.
/The Waking Ruins, Ishtar Sink/

The data from Pahanin's prior foray into the Vault of Glass still held true: three Sync Plates had to be occupied, creating a circuit that brought a large spire into their current timeline. Various Goblins, Harpies, and Minotaurs emerged from the proverbial nothingness, intent on driving them away from this place.

It had not gone well for the Vex.

"Bah! A paltry defense!" Shaxx shook his head, letting flickers of Solar energy incinerate the trace remains of Vex metal on his knuckles. "Such an effort would have gotten them laughed out of the Crucible!"

"...it did seem a little too easy," murmured Vell Tarlowe, eyeing the large spire as a beam of bosonic particles streamed towards the large door. With a hollow boom, the door seemed to split and slide apart along the bottom, revealing its intricate innards, and a large cave beyond.

"Never discount the possibility that the Vex may have an ulterior motive in allowing us into the Vault." Ikora Ray calmly reloaded Invective. "Keep your Light strong, Guardians."

Eris let the ostensibly younger Warlock's words stand; glancing towards Shinji and Eriana-3, she added, "Cover our rear." Bringing Bane up, the female Hunter took point, leading them into the tunnel of the Vault.

Shinji Ikari grimaced as they walked inside, through a large tunnel that slowly sloped and curved downward into the terra firma. "It looks...normal." Aside from some quartz formations and water that trickled into deep chasms, it seemed like just another cave on this Vex-infested planet: rife with blocks of brass and bronze, and unusually bright.

"Be prepared to shoot anything that looks at us funny," muttered the Praxic Warlock, hand cannon at the ready.

...what would that even mean, to look at us funny?

'It's just a saying, Shinji-kun.'

But the Vex don't really look at us any differently. They don't have facial expressions.

'Are you going to start nitpicking linguistic oddities like Cayde-6 is known for doing?'

Sorry.

His mother's amused giggling alleviated his spirit a little; the whole enterprise thus far had an odd air about it. The Vault of Glass seemed...odd. It didn't really much seem like a vault, and he hadn't seen much in the way of glass either. At all. Thus far...well, he honestly didn't know what to think.

'-be vigilant-'​

Shinji paused. What?

'What's wrong?'

Didn't you hear that?

'Hear what?'

'-listen boy, my name is Prae-'​

That!

'...Shinji, are you hearing something that I'm not?'

Shinji came to a stop. "Is anyone else hearing that voice?"

The other five Guardians turned towards him. "What voice?" asked Eris. Beneath her cycloptic helmet, he could imagine her brow furrowing, lip curling with curiously dour concern, as was her fashion.

"...it's a man. It keeps cutting in and out. His name is 'Prae'...or at least that's how it begins."

"...Prae?" Ikora was mulling the name, lightly tapping the side of her head. "...there's something...familiar about it. Who all was on Kabr's fireteam?"

"There was Pahanin and Mana Kirishima. That's it...right?" Vell Tarlowe frowned. "It had only been three..."

"...no. There had been a fourth. Kabr had chosen someone from my Order to accompany him into the Vault...he was well known for his interest in NERV-Venus and the Ishtar Collective." Eriana-3's looked down at her hand, slowly clenching and unclenching. "...he 'was'. Why can't I remember?"

"...time and space flow unusually in the Vault. Events that happen here may not translate to the rest of reality on the outside. Maybe we are remembering someone who had once been as real as you or me." Ikora turned back towards the tunnel, which continued to curve downwards. "...if anyone hears an unknown voice, do not hesitate to speak."

They slowly continued onward; the cave opened up into a massive, windswept cavern. Dust and dirt swirled like mad amidst floating cubes of rock, each one bearing fractal designs and etched patterns evoking the impression of logic circuits. "For there to be air currents like this...the Vault must be of immense size," murmured Eris.

"Or perhaps it is reality reflecting the currents of time itself, drawn to this place like a maelstrom." Ikora glided over the great chasm, landing on the nearest floating rock. "Shall we?"

They crossed from floating rock to floating rock; Shinji couldn't help but ponder how, in the grand scheme of things, a massive hunk of levitating stone was rather tame in the grand scheme of things.

'Have you heard that voice again?'

No.

Finally, they found themselves on a ledge, overlooking a place that appeared to be of central importance: two great spires of metal and Vex circuitry stood upon a cobbled, multilayered platform of rock, surrounding by smaller clusters of stone platforms. All of it had been carved out of a thick, massive column of rock that delved deep into the abyss below. Light from an unknown source was shining down on the platform, illuminating the central portion; all in all, there was something...imposing, about the place.

Shaxx chuckled. "This would make for a fine arena."

"...are you seriously considering using the Vault as a Crucible arena?" incredulously asked Vell.

"Why not?"

Eris ended the banter before it could continue. "Focus; the shape of this place...this must be the Templar's Well."

Shinji gulped; this was as far as Pahanin had made it. Mana Kirishima had vanished, and Kabr had never returned. This place had been one of loss and failure. "...well...down we go?"

Eris nodded. "Down we go."

The six Guardians softly landed on the platform below, leaking towards the door built deep into the column; however, something else grabbed their attention. A humanoid was kneeling underneath the hazy yellow light, still and silent. However, the brassy armor and unusual form seemed to trigger something in Shaxx: namely, recognition. "By the Traveler...is that you, Kabr?!"

"Don't get close," warned Ikora.

Shinji grimaced; the wind within the massive cavern suddenly began die down, as the air grew inexplicably heavier. What...?

'-that is not him, that is not Kabr-!'​

Kabr looked up, his helmet's cycloptic eye blazing red. His limbs extended and split apart at the joints, revealing not flesh and blood, but Vex metal. He rose to his feet, and his body expanded to dimensions similar to that of a Minotaur. The entire Well echoed with a horrific, digitized roar, emanating from the former Guardian. With all the subtlety of a sledge hammer, the reality of the situation hit them, as if the Vault itself wished to reveal their adversary's identity.

Kabr the Legionless was no more; now, there was only Kabron, Desolate Mind.

"Weapons ready!" yelled Eris.

Kabron vanished; in the next instant, Shinji felt an unyielding hand grip his shoulder. He turned, eyes widening at the Desolate Mind's burning gaze-!

And then he was gone.
 
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39.7, in which we see more images through the Vault.
Grimoire: Mystery - The Vault of Glass 2

Images flicker in and out repeatedly over its length. The result is a series of tableaus, moments in time captured by the Ghost's struggle to see what's going on:

- The face of a Japanese woman with burgundy hair, staring quietly at a female Exo. She appears to be confused, unsure what she is looking at. The red-eyed Exo is offering a bronze disk.

- A lab of sorts. A man is working over what appears to be a primitive Exo; the insignia of GEHIRN is visible in the background. There is another human in the lab, analyzing a vat of what appears to be milky fluid.

- A burning city. The local signage indicates somewhere in Eastern Europe. A multitude of Exos, armed for war, fire upon a slithering serpent; with a shriek, it sends enraged humans at the Exos.

- A woman bearing the colors of Ironwood, and a helmet with a silver crest; she is held by a dragon, surrounded by a crimson swarm. Agonized speech is answered by sadistic whispers, and the woman is thrown through a tear in space and time.

- A scarred battlefield, in a far away place with a light pink sky. Strange humanoids, bearing hard carapaces and four arms, are fighting against a legion of Vex Goblins. Every Vex unit is bolstered by red nanites. Commanding this legion is a monstrous fusion of a Hydra and a Hive Ogre.

- The battle-scarred world from the previous vision is witnessed through a portal of immense size. The image zooms out, and the Ghost finds itself viewing a gargantuan pyramid of living metal, growing out of an unstable world with a pale green sky and rivers of Vex mind fluid. The image suddenly shifts, as the Ghost realizes it is being held by the same blue-haired girl from before. "Do you understand now?"

The fragment ends.
 
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